My hand slides lower, the pad of my finger pressing against her clit, rubbing slow, precise circles. Her back arches, and a sharp cry tears from her throat as her eyes clamp shut in pure, reckless ecstasy.
Her hips grind against mine, every muscle in her stomach coiling, and I bite my lip to stop myself from exploding right there.
There's no way I can fuck up by coming inside her now.
Even after she comes, she's not done. She wants more from me, eager for every bit of pleasure I’m eager to give. My body is in a haze, caught between heat and awe as she pinches her nipples, making me grin ferally.
“You're not getting tired, are you?” she teases like the brat she is.
I've slowed down, but I can feel her wetness dripping down me, and every tiny movement she makes has me completely captivated. The way her pink, swollen lips gasp and the way she looks at me with those half-lidded, glassy eyes—it's mesmerising.
Cascades of whimpering moans spill from her as I take her leg, bending it until her knee rests beside her head.
I’ll never stop loving how impossibly bendy she is.
Tonight will be fun, testing that flexibility.
I loop my other hand around her neck, holding just enough pressure under her knee to keep her perfectly positioned. The head of my cock hits against her G-spot with every push, and I feel her clamp on me.
“Next time you comment on my age,” I thrust roughly. “I’ll fuck your ass.”
Her eyes gleam mischievously, glazed with pleasure. I feel my own orgasm building, pulse by pulse, the pressure mounting as I hold her firmly but gently. Her hand rests over mine on her neck, gripping lightly, surrendering to the sensation.
“Elijah,” she breathes, and I shush her softly, hammering my hips into hers.
“I would never hurt you,” I whisper. “Do you trust me?”
“I trust you.”
I know she does. That's all I have ever wanted—to make her feel safe, cherished, free to lose herself completely. The weight of her trust fuels me, makes me lose myself in her more.
I tighten around her neck, careful not to press too hard, just enough to block off some air. Her eyes roll back as I start pistoning into her without pause, every thrust deliberate, punishing, and utterly consuming.
The room is filled with the sound of us—wet smack of skin, her breathless whimpers, the soft hiss of air escaping her lungsas her muscles clench around me. She's pliant, pliable in all the right ways, letting me push her to the edge over and over again.
Her arms slump to her sides as I grip her. I can feel her pulse against my palm, the wet heat of her gripping me making me dizzy from how good it feels.
Then she comes again, and I finally let go.
Her body quakes beneath me, walls fluttering around me as a shuddering cry escapes her throat, followed by a deep breath. My release follows immediately, violent and unstoppable, brushing my chest against her tits. And even then, I can't stop. I keep moving, grinding against her like my body has a mind of its own.
Wow.
Just… fucking wow.
That's all that goes round in my head. I would do this all the time to get the blissed-out look on her face that's there right now.
Sex has never been this good, but there's no way I'm mentioning that to her. It might be a compliment, but not when the only woman I've been with since I was a teenager is her mum.
We stare at each other for what feels like a lifetime. I touch her jaw, to the side of her face, utterly in awe of her. I roll off her, cock sliding free with a wet pop, our cum leaking out onto the bed. I don't care. By morning, the bed is going to be even messier, and I can't wait.
She curls onto her side, snuggling against me, and I wrap my arms around her, one hand gliding over her back, feeling how perfectly she fits against me.
“That was so worth the wait.”
I can't stop the laugh that rumbles out, pressing a kiss to the crown of her head. “You gonna call me old again?”
“I didn't call you old,” she argues.
