“I’m gonna come. Oh, God, I’m gonna come,” I chant, leaning forward and biting his shoulder.
“Look at me, dammit,” he growls. “I wanna see you. Need to see you when you do.”
“Please, please tell me why you won’t fuck me?” I ask, cupping his chin and looking at him.
“I like to make you come. Fucking love to watch you come. Use me, Tatum. Fucking use me,” he says, leaning in and grabbing my nipple between his teeth again.
“No... Oh, what am I...? I want you inside me. Please, please!” I cry as I feel my insides clench.
He doesn’t stop. He sucks, and bites, and pulls at me.
I reach between us and pull his rock-hard cock free from his jogging pants. Then I push my panties aside, and he growls as he pushes me back.
“Why? Why won’t you—”
“Condom,” he cuts me off, reaching into his pocket, pulling one out, and handing it to me. “Put it on me, and do it slow. I wanna watch.”
My hands are shaking so badly that I nearly drop it.
He grasps mine and squeezes. “You’re nervous. This doesn’t have to happen for a fucking book, Tatum.”
“It’s not about a book, Angelo. I want to feel you. This isn’t for my story. This isn’t Jonathon and Annie. It’s you and me. I want you inside me. I want you to get something out of this, too.” I tear open the foiled packet.
When I nearly drop it, he lets go of my tits and links his hands behind his neck, watching me.
“You’re making me nervous.”
“You want my cock, you show me how badly.”
“What does that mean I have to do? I absolutely do want you and need you inside me,” I say as I begin rolling it on him.
“How long has it been, Tatum?”
“Since I...” I pause, closing my eyes.
“How long?”
“A couple years,” I whisper as I finish sheathing him.
“Good girl,” he sighs.
“And you?” I ask, raising myself while holding his shoulders.
He grabs his dick and rubs it up and down my sensitive skin. “I’m not gonna last long,” he says, narrowing his eyes.
“Me, neither.” I lower myself slowly onto him.
When I stop, his eyes dart from one of mine to the other. “You okay?”
My heart pounds harder. I want him now more than before. “Take me, dammit.”
He grips my hips hard as he pulls me down on him fully.
The pain, the pleasure, the pressure are all too much. So much that I come immediately.
“Yes! Oh, yes. Oh, God, please,” I beg. “Dammit, come with me.”
“Fuck,” he groans and begins to rock me quickly on him.
His grunts, his groans, the way his face hardens, the way his eyes search mine for answers, all of it causes me to come harder and longer than I ever experienced.
I am finally rewarded with him pulsing inside of me with his release that is without a doubt as overpowering as mine.
He wraps his arms tightly around me and pulls me tight against his body. Our hearts pound against each other’s chests as he softly, delicately kisses my neck and shoulder. Our bodies are both slick from exertion and the push and pull between us.
He rubs his hands up and down my back slowly, steadily, as we catch the breaths that were just knocked out of us from the intensity of our orgasms. And once our breaths slow, he stops kissing me and pushes me back slightly. His eyes glued to mine are softer now than ever before. Almost reverent.
“That was quick,” he says very quietly.
“I’m sorry. I couldn’t control myself. I—”
“Shhh... Don’t you ever apologize for that. I promise you it will only get better.”
“So, we can keep—”
“Using each other?” he asks, cupping my face and rubbing his thumb across my lower lip.
I nod.
“I sure as hell hope so.”
I smile, and he smiles back. Then he leans in and kisses me before standing up. I slide down his body and feel an emptiness inside of me when his cock slides out.
“Let’s get dressed. Then I’ll walk you back to your hotel.”
When I nod and smile, he kisses me again.
It’s strange. I thought I would feel something. I thought I would feel a pinch of a pain; some reminder of my past. Yet, looking into this man’s eyes, I find peace.
Peace that I have not felt in too many years.
Chapter Sixteen
I lie in bed, eyes closed, feeling completely awake and alert. While I want to sleep, while my body needs the rest, I can’t turn my mind off.
This connection. Our bodies joined together. Every movement of her walls clamping around me. My cock sliding in and out of her tight pussy like we were made for each other. It’s an ecstasy I never imagined.
Sex is sex, they say for a man, but she opened herself to me, for me, begged for me, and allowed me deep inside. It felt so fucking good.