“Tell me, little spy. It’s just you and me. No one else. Tell me what you want. What you need.”
His reminder of permission to be herself, to own what she needed, opened a floodgate. “More. I want more. I need your cock deeper. Harder. Fuck me harder!” she urged.
His arm slid around her waist, and he pulled her higher on his thighs, which caused her legs to fall wider alongside his hips. His voice deepened, as if emerging from the depths of his soul. “You need more? You need my dick deeper? You need it harder? I can give you that.”
His thrusts slowed, but they penetrated further inside her pussy, his cock bumping up against her cervix. The new, higher position allowed him to slide his shaft across her top wall as he shuttled in, then drag himself out to rasp the soft flesh just inside her channel. It created an expression of both pleasure and pain on her face, and she hissed at him to keep going.
He hadn’t intended for her to come so soon, but apparently, her body had been more than primed. When her muscles squeezed him tight, and he heard her suck in a huge breath, he pulled her upright on his lap and sat back on his heels. One hand cradled her neck, and the other centered in the small of her back,keeping her tight to his body so he could continue to work her through her orgasm.
As she came down from the aftershocks, he slowed his pace, although they were no less forceful. Her eyes lazily opened, not resisting his thrusts, but giving only token flicks of her hips to match his movements.
“You okay to go more?”
“Don’t stop,” she pleaded.
He held her upright in his arms, and her hands gripped his shoulders. Her head lolled slightly to the right as she gazed at him through slitted eyes.
“Not too sensitive?”
He’d stop if she needed him to, although it would be torture.
She hissed, and her voice slurred. “Yes, but I want it. Feels good.”
“Jesus, baby, you’re dick drunk. Fuck, that’s hot.”
The hand at her back slid between her legs from behind, gathering the fluids her body produced, then he brought a finger to her rear entrance, gently rimming the hole. “I won’t push inside. Don’t want to hurt you.”
She shook her head. “You won’t. I’m healed.”
“Not today. Just want you to feel me everywhere.”
Pressing his lips to hers again, he plundered her mouth with his tongue, and its strokes matched those of his cock. A high-pitched mewl sounded every time he bottomed out inside her channel.
What he was about to do, he’d never done before. But she needed this. Needed her self-confidence back. Needed to know she could ask for what she wanted and not face repercussions for doing so. That what he did now was for her and no one else. Ever.
“Glennon, I’m going to stop moving. I want you to fuck me now. Take what you need.”
Her shins flattened on the mattress as she sat astride him. Using her legs to power her, she rose and fell against his thighs, grinding against him.
She tightened.
He braced for impact.
Just before she locked completely, he fastened his mouth to hers again, breathing in her sounds and feeding them back to her.
When she sagged against him, her arms looped around his neck, and hanging on for dear life, he gently slid her down his thighs until she was flat against the mattress. He followed her down, making sure to keep the bulk of his weight off her. “Need one more, Glennon,” he whispered. “Can you give it to me?”
Her breath hitched with each inhale and exhale, but “Yes” escaped with a sigh.
“Gonna change positions.”
When he slid out of her body, she moaned a desperate “No,” her hands clutching his shoulders to draw him back to her.
“Easy, easy. Be right back inside you. Draw your legs up. Need to flip you on your side.”
Once she was lying on her good side, he moved behind her. Grabbing one thigh, he raised her top leg and slipped back into her pussy. There was absolutely no resistance as he began to power his hips hard and slow, then steadily speed up. Their skin slapping and the wet sounds of him moving in and out of her passage sounded loudly in the room, spurring him closer and closer to coming.
“You ready, Glennon?”
