The sparkling blue of her irises stuns me. No thoughts travel through my mind.
“It’s good. It’s fine. You’re not hurting me.”
“No, that’s not what— I just want to look at my wife while I’m inside her. Let me look at you. I want to watch your face.”
Something happens between us and tears form in her eyes. I know she’s not in pain. Her ankles lock on to my hamstrings, pulling me into her. Wet pussy glides along my length as I give her everything I have in a steady, intoxicating rhythm.
Her lips purse tight, but then…she seems to just give in. Breasts rising to meet my bare chest. Nails loosening their grip on my neck. Rocking her hips against mine with perfect timing.
We work well together.
“There she is. That’s my girl. You’re trying so hard to stay in your head.” I lean in and breathe along her collarbone, sucking in her wintry scent. “Let go.”
“I can’t…” Desperation settles in her face. Like she needs permission from me.
“Yes, you can. Let go and enjoy yourself. Take what you need.”
She nods softly, carefully.
I relax into our position. Arms snake around her back. Muscles of her inner walls flutter rapidly around me, caressing me in all the right spots. I know I can’t hold back much longer. If I go too soon, I’ll spend time on her, making sure she feels okay about us after.
Dropping my head onto the pillow, I find her ear. “Y-You stopped your birth control?” Suddenly, I remember what the entire point of this is. At least for the university.
She flinches. “Yes, of course.”
“Shit…” Just the thought of impregnating her has my balls tingling. Ready to bust.
Gripping one of her hips, I thrust in hard, fast. She hangs onto me as if it’s all she can do.
Arms flare out wide as she clutches the sheets in her fists. Tits raised to the ceiling and neck bowed. She squints, a flush of red crawling up from her pussy to her cheeks.
“Don’t stop. Don’t stop. Don’t?—”
She screams so loud, I almost go deaf. But I don’t dare slow my pace. I fuck her right into the mattress until she’s bucking against me wild, free. She’s that girl I met that night. On the back of my bike, drinking moonshine like it was water. Face glistening and body slack, grabbing any pleasure she can. And mine provides it.
I snag her chin, so she has to look me in the eyes as I finish. Ecstasy shoots down my spine until my thighs slam against hers, and I release everything deep inside her.
Collapsing on top of her, I heave in some much-needed air. She squirms until I let her slip sideways and gather her in my arms. She’s not going anywhere. And when she doesn’t pull away, something warm and comforting settles under my ribs.
I press my lips to her ear and whisper, “Told you I could do it.”
twenty-two
I lay motionless,staring into the dark. The giant heater next to me falls asleep immediately, his brawny arms and legs wrapped tight around me. Like I’m something he’s decided to keep forever.
But I’m wide awake. Blinking into the dark room.
What just happened?
He was…
Sweet?
Caring?
How can I have a moment with this strange guy in my bed?
He’s not my type. And I won’t dare tell him what his penis did to me.
