“You get me hard as steel.”
“Tell me how I make you come.”
“You make me fucking detonate.” Chris is having trouble talking, but I don’t stop.
“Baby, tell me how much you love hearing me come.” I’m rubbing my clit against his body, bringing myself closer and closer.
“You coming is the hottest sound on earth.”
“So, make me come,” I pant. “Get me there.”
He lifts me up and down, working his cock back and forth inside me. His movements are making me more demanding, more desperate.
“Get rough,” I beg. “Show me how much you want it. Make me feel it.”
He moves one hand to knot in my hair, pulling firmly, and he smacks the other hand against my ass once and then again.
“You need me to prove how much I want you, huh?” In one slick move, he flips me onto my back and pins my hands above my head.
Chris pushes his cock so far up inside me that I can hardly breathe. He stays closely pressed against me while he curls his waist back and forth in just the slightest movement. “You feel that?”
I look at him and smile. “No.”
He pulls out almost fully and slams back into me so that I cry out. “Better?”
“Getting there.”
So, he spreads my legs open wider with his, and he starts to fuck me hard, long strokes with no pause in between. His weight keeps me locked against the bed, and my hands are immobilized under his. All I can do now is feel how my orgasm is building, how he’s going to get me there.
“Look at me, Blythe. You see now how much I want you?” He keeps driving himself inside me. “You feel that?”
“Yes.” I nod almost imperceptibly. “Don’t stop, Chris. Don’t stop…” I’m in such a haze now, and it’s heaven.
“Now, Blythe. Come for me.” His breathing has escalated, his groaning deep and ragged. “Give me that sound. Let me feel that pussy.”
Balancing on the edge of coming, I am raw and in my own world with him. “Tell me…we’re unbreakable. Tell me, we’re forever.” I’m gasping for air. “Tell me, tell me…”
He releases my hands and cups my head, and then he lowers his mouth to my ear. “Weareunbreakable. Weareforever.” He moans against me. “Don’t you ever forget that. So, come for me. Comewithme.”
My orgasm pounds through, causing Chris to release his own. With his lips grazing over my neck now, I can hear every nuance in the sound of his pleasure.
He stays inside me until our breathing evens out, until we can see straight. “Good morning, beautiful. I don’t know what brought that on, but holy shit.” He kisses my shoulder, and his smile rubs against my skin.
“Good morning to you.”
“I think you fucked away the hangover I would have had.”
I laugh. “A surprising added bonus, huh?”
“Indeed.” Chris lifts up. “Hi.”
“Hi, baby.”
“Things all right with you and Sabin?” he asks. “You stayed there? Up late talking?”
I nod. “Yeah. We’re good. He still feels totally crummy about everything though.”
Chris touches the unicorn charm on my necklace. “This from him?”
