Gripping her ass, I help to pick up the pace, finally giving in the urge to thrust up into her.
We find a rhythm, neither too fast nor too slow. It’s perfect. Her pussy clenches around me, and I know I’m close. Hell, I’m surprised I’ve made it this long. But she has to come first. This isn’t about me. It’s about her. She has to come first.
I find her clit again with my fingers and work the tight bundle of nerves over as my other hand digs into her ass.
“Oh god.”
Fuck. Right there.
“Come for me,” I demand. She’s right there. “That’s it. Good girl. Do you like that?”
I shift my hips, and she sinks down onto me at a deeper angle.Fuck.I won’t make it much longer.
Squeezing her eyes closed, Cecilia nods. “Yes. Yes. Yes.” Her legs shake. Almost there.
I slam up into her three more times and am gifted the sound of her release. Cecilia cries out, choking on her own breaths as her pussy convulses around me. I pull her down to my chest, wrapping my arms around her as I pump into her two more times before finding my release.
“Fuck!” I groan, seeing goddamn stars behind my eyes.
Breathing heavily, I stroke Cecilia’s back and ease the tangled strands of her hair from her face.
Her skin is damp with sweat, and I can feel the erratic beat of her heart against my chest, which wouldn’t be a problem except her shoulders are shaking and I feel moisture in the crook of my neck where her face is currently buried.
“Cecilia?” Shit. Did I hurt her? I try to draw her back, but she just burrows herself deeper against me.
“Baby, are you okay?”
“I’m… I’m fine.” She chokes on her words. Fuck. What did I do?
I wrap my arms around her, trying to give her the comfort she needs. But I did this. How can I expect to be the one to make her feel better if I’m the reason she’s falling apart in the first place?
Dammit. I should have waited. She wasn’t ready. I should have known that. Seen the signs. Shame washes over me and I swallow the lump in my throat. “I didn’t mean to hurt you. I wasn’t thinking?— “
She jerks back. “What?”
Her eyes are red, the skin of her cheeks splotchy. I stoke her face, wiping an errant tear away and pray she can she how fucking sorry I am. “I’m sor?— “
“Why?”
She sniffs and her nose scrunchies as she looks down on me with a confused expression. I don’t know what’s happening. But I’m not a complete moron. Chicks don’t cry after sex because it’s good.
“You’re crying.”
Cecilia covers her face with her hands. “Not because of you!”
My brows pull together, and I tug her hands from her face.
“I’m not following.”
She exhales a breath and wipes the last bit of moisture from her eyes. “I’m sorry,” she tells me. “I’m not upset. I swear.”
My mouth opens to argue. I don’t need her to spare my feelings. I need her to be okay.
“Really. I’m not.”
I frown, still not convinced. “No more secrets.”
“I know,” she says and kisses me. “I was a little overwhelmed. That’s all.”
