He pulls from me slowly as he sets my feet to the ground. My hands braced on his shoulders as he goes to his knees and rests his forehead on my belly.
I feel his come as it streams slowly down my thigh. I feel wet, slick, and hot, but I only want more even though neither of us can breathe. Reverently, I hear him speak against my flesh. “Sofucking hot watching my cum slide out of you.” I feel his fingers as he swipes the cum on his fingers and draws it back into me, swirling it inside of me. Fingers in me, on my clit, as he keeps thrusting them, though gentler from earlier. He forces another orgasm from me, drenching his hand, my pussy, and the floor where I landed when I couldn’t stand anymore, and finally pulling his hands free.
I watch enthralled, turned on, and a little shocked as he licks his fingers clean.
“Sam-” I say with shock knowing they were inside me, both of our orgasm on his fingers.
“Mya-” he mocks with a sinister smile. “Don’t freak out. I just wanted to see if we taste as good as we feel.”
His words take the shock away and fill me with warmth.
“And?” I ask, slipping my own fingers through the wet mess we made before bringing it to my tongue.
“And we are true perfection, Pet,” he says and carries me until we fall to my bed and start it all over again. Softer, but just as intense.
Sully
For the last two days I have shut the world out. Answering only when it is Deja, those on the case, or Asa and Noah. I have remained at Mya’s side, smothering her I am sure. Though, I don’t think she minds. I only feel sane when I am with her. She doesn’t try to understand what I am going through. Rage, sadness, vengeance, numbness… all the emotions. She goes through them with me never, trying to explain it away.
I haven’t left this bed unless it’s to take care of business or shower-shit-shave sort of thing. I have stayed here and gone at her without complaint, or disposition from her. Rage fucking like the first night, passion and emotional fucking, more rage fucking. Then, last night around three in the morning, she rode me as I cried lost in my own pain and she wouldn’t let me be alone. She rode me as I wept. It was strange and at times I felt foolish, but the pain was as raw as we both are.
As I slip inside of her now, my cock raw from the amount of time I have spent inside her, the friction burning me up, I slowly withdraw as she whimpers. I kiss her, my hands cupping her face. “I’m sorry, baby. You’re hurt.”
I try to withdraw, but she holds me inside with her hands on my ass. “You need me,” she says, her words soft as she kisses along my neck.
I slip my hand between us and feel her swollen pussy. I feel like a son-of-a-bitch. I get between her legs and open her up with my thumbs, so careful not to hurt her. She is red as a rose, and so wet and warm. The lips of her pussy are swollen from my restless fucking and my addiction to sucking on them when I eat her out.
“No more fucking,” I say, pressing a gentle kiss to her pussy before getting a hot washcloth from her bathroom and a bottle of lube from her drawer. “Spread your legs, baby,” I say, seeing the shiver over her body at the endearment I rarely use.
I use the cloth to soothe her before gently rubbing the lube through her lips, moistening her. Touching her has me rock hard and even though it hurts, I keep stroking my dick every time I re-adjust.
Mya settles my soul completely with her next words. “Then, I will make love to you, my crow.”
She shifts to settle over my lap. Her now soaked pussy is sliding on my cock, courtesy of the lube I just filled her full of.
“Make love, huh? I like to fuck.”
I thrust up against her and slip inside against my best efforts to be a gentleman.
“Well, I’m not against fucking you, but I am so fucking in love with you I can’t hold back anymore.”
I still, just as she does when she sits up. My dick fully inside her as she covers her mouth. She closes her eyes and lets out a sigh. “I don’t know why I said that. It’s too much.”
I see these big tears in her perfect eyes and my heart stops.
“Hey,” I say as she tries to get off me. I hold her in place and put her hand in mine. “You love me?”
I wait on her answer like it is my next breath. Desperate to hear her tell me she does.
She nods and her tears fall. “I knew the night I gave you my virginity, but you are so overwhelmed by everything and it’s too much-”
I pull her to me until her mouth is on mine and kiss her without the gentleness I plan to use, when I take her. My kiss is raw and full of everything I feel for Amiyah Dorian. I roll, my cock throbbing inside of her and don’t break the kiss as I thrust slow, so fucking slow, into her.
She rips her mouth free of mine to cry out and I pause, scared it still hurt her. “Sorry, baby. I am so sorry,” I say, but like a selfish pig, I relish her hands cupping my ass to draw me back in.
“It’s so raw, I feel everything, but it’s good, so painfully good,” she says, moaning against my chest as I thrust in again, just as slow.
I have her so primed, drenched in lube and her own natural juices, that there’s no friction. Just pure wet torture.
I rest my elbows on the side of her head and go slow, looking her in the eyes as I bare my soul. “Understand when I say this that there is no going back. I never wanted to love you. I knew if I let you in, I was done for. I did everything I could to stay away. I can tell you I love you, but it is deeper than that. I love to tattoo. I love to drink a beer and watch Jeopardy. I love to fuck, but, you Mya, I need you. Yeah, it’s love, but it’s deeper. More intense. It’s devotion, utter devotion. Adoration, passion, fire, and need. It’s everything, Mya. You are everything.”
I pause and look at her as my cock drills her slowly, no rush to end this. The words I want to say are ones I have only ever said to one other soul, and I know I love Mya just as fierce. “You, Mya, you are my favorite color.”
Sobs rack her body at my admission as I make slow sweet love to her through her tears, letting her feel the intensity of what I said. She alone knows that depth. She knows because I let her deep enough. “You are mine, too, Sam. I never knew it existed until you.”
I feel my own tears, but I refuse to cry and fuck at the same time ever again. I devote myself to her pleasure, making her come as many times as I can until I fill her up, and we both fall asleep for hours.
