He groaned and answered with one slow, final push until he was buried. I cried out, back arching, the fullness so much I couldn’t exhale for a second.
“G—od!” I whimpered. The exclamation came out stretched, the way I was being stretched around him.
He held still, breathing shallow, looking at me. Then smiled, kissed me, and began to move, watching my face the whole time.
“Mmph,” he grunted. His mouth crushed mine again, his groanswallowed between our lips. Then he moved in slow long glides, making sure I felt every stroke and every tremor that shot through me.
“Alyssa,” he panted. “You’re unbelievable. Gorgeous.”
My legs locked tighter around his waist, pulling him in. “Mmm,” I moaned.
He continued slowly rolling his hips, back and forth. “Tell me what you like.”
I gripped his arms. “Harder. You won’t break me.”
His focus shifted, and I understood then, that every careful thing before that had been him holding himself on a leash for my sake. Now that I’d asked, the leash was gone.
He rocked me faster, then harder, and I squeezed him, clenching hard, drawing him in with every thrust, making his breath still for a second.
I did it again.
He cursed under his breath, faltering just slightly in his rhythm. “Mmph,” he muttered. “You don’t play fair.”
I smiled, proud of the reaction I pulled from him. “Neither do you.”
He looked at me like he was accepting a challenge, and then he was on the move. He gripped my waist, shifted me down a bit while grabbing a pillow, and slid it underneath my hips, tilting me up, then pressed back into me. That slight shift in angle allowed his next stroke to hit a place I hadn’t known I had. My back came off the bed.
An “Oh!” tore out of me, loud, and the second I heard it, I swallowed the rest, clamping it back down.
“Nuh-uh. Loud as you need to be. Let me hear you.” His mouth found my left breast while his hand fondled my right, sucking and licking as he rocked me, and I arched, gasped, and moaned.
“Ohhhh, yeeeeesssss!” I wailed.
“They’re sensitive?” he said against my chest, smiling.
“Very,” I hissed, breath gone.
“Lucky me.” He continued to worship them, tongue, teeth, fingers teasing, while never stopping the deep thrusts of his hips.
He kept moving, smooth and relentless, like he had no plan to stop until he’d wrung me out. I felt like I was floating above myself. An out of body experience, every nerve down to my toes tingling. The most exhilarating feeling I’d ever had.
He braced himself, muscles flexing beneath my fingertips as they dug into his back, dragging down over damp skin, desperate for something to hold on to.
“Why do you feel so damngooood,” he choked out, voice strained.
His hips slapped faster and I squeezed around him again, without meaning to that time, chasing the friction.
He planted one hand on the headboard, shifting his angle and the bed rocked beneath us, headboard tapping the wall.
“You like that?” He stared into my eyes.
“Yesss… right there,” I moaned, breathlessly. “Mmmm.”
He moved like a metronome, in and out, over and over, like he was fucking me to a beat only he could hear.
I closed my eyes and let my head drop to the side. He took my chin and turned my head back to look at him.
“At me, Lyss. Eyes on me, gorgeous.”
