He grunts as he pulls slowly back out. His breath catches, and I open my eyes in time to see the rapture on his face as he shoves back inside.
“God!” I’m getting fucked…
I grip his arms.
His hands have moved; he’s got me by the ass now. Every time I sink down on him, he groans roughly. His chest pumps with his deep breaths as he draws out, then punches inside…losing his grip on my ass as he pulls back out, squeezing my hips as he ruts back in.
When he’s buried deep inside me and I’m panting, dizzy and impaled, he lets go of my hip to rub a finger over my clit.
“God!” My legs around his waist go weak as pleasure swells between them. Barrett’s mouth is biting me. He strokes my swollen clit once more. I wobble, grip his shoulders.
Barrett gives a tight laugh, then sinks to the floor with me still on him.
“Jesus Christ.” The words are grunts.
I feel his dick throb in me as he lays me on my back and pushes in. He hunches over me, cupping my neck, kissing my mouth, his hips bucking against mine, driving him a little deeper. He draws out. I push against him as he sinks back in.
“Ahh,” he grits. “You…feel…so goddamned…fucking…good.”
He lifts one leg and then my other over his tall shoulders. I feel myself tremble—or maybe him.
“Okay?” he rasps. His heavy-lidded eyes meet mine, inquiring through the haze.
I nod. I groan. It kind of hurts…and yet….the pain is good. I’ve never felt so full.
At this angle, every movement has me seeing stars. I grunt and groan and Barrett whispers words I’m too lust-drunk to
understand. His finger finds my clit, my throbbing clit, and skates slickly around it till I’m screaming.
“That’s right, Gwennie…” Distantly, I hear our flesh slapping together. The world seems to melt around his cock, his massive cock, his thrusting cock. I’m stretched around it, clenched around it… Fury starts to build around it. My shaking hands grasp at his thighs, spread around me. I clamp my legs down on his shoulders, so lit up with pleasure I can barely breathe.
I feel him shaking, hear him panting.
At a moment when he’s buried deep as ever, he strokes around where we’re joined, teasing my stretched lips, and then, with one more rock against me, he strokes my clit. I gasp as heaven swells between my legs and spills like lava through me. I can feel him twitch, feel warmth burst in me.
Barrett’s groan is rough and long. I feel his hand squeeze my thigh and realize my legs are still over his shoulders. His hands come warm and gentle around my ankles, lowering my legs then drawing slowly out of me.
His eyes are sagging. He looks drugged. I laugh because I feel so good. He chuckles too.
“I’m sorry I…” He shakes his head and murmurs, “Hang on.”
He disappears into my kitchen, coming back with warm, wet paper towels. As he presses one between my legs, he meets my eyes. “I’m clean. I should have mentioned yesterday. I’m—”
“No,” I whisper, touching his wrist. “That was perfect.”
I stroke his knee as Barrett cleans me up, and when he’s finished, I grasp his damp forearm and tug him down beside me.
“I like this,” I sigh.
Silence passes. Finally, I hear him rumble, “So do I.”
* * *
Barrett
My dick has never felt this good. Yeah, it’s been a while since I was with someone, but I don’t think that’s it. I think it’s her. When I slide into her, I feel everything go still, and in that sweet void, the pleasure burns through me like a bushfire.
I look down at Gwenna, leaning back on her elbows, head tipped back, her body bare, her mouth curved.