He chuckles as he leans over my body, reaching for the pillows at my head.
“Like this.” He presses his huge hand to my back until I’m lying flat, and then he stuffs two pillows under my pelvis. “Keep your legs together.”
I cross my arms under my head and wait, wondering how I look from his vantage point as I hear the crinkle of the condom wrapper. Another rush of cold chills sweeps down my spine when I feel his hand on my ass, and then he’s spreading me open. I told him everything when he asked what I wanted, but now I’m not so sure I actually meant it.
“Gaige?”
“Do you have any idea how fucking sexy you are?” His thumb sweeps over my pussy. “I haven’t even fucked you yet, and you’re swollen and needy.”
My breaths grow shorter, more erratic. Anticipation has to be the best and worst thing ever created.
“Think you can take my cock like this without spreading your legs for me?”
“I want to,” I confess.
“I want that, too.” He presses his thumb into me, my body so ready for him he sinks in easily. “Ready?”
“So ready,” I pant.
He covers me like a blanket, his warm skin melding to my back, his cock hotter than any other part of him.
I moan with the sensation, my breath getting caught in my throat when the tip of him dips inside.
“Gaige.”
He presses his cock forward, slowly, his mouth right near my ear.
“Let me in, Leighton.”
My first instinct is to spread my legs and lift my ass, but I hold steady and whimper as he shifts, nudging forward another inch. It’s a tight fit, and I love that it is. I feel all of it.
“That’s it,” he praises with a slow, delicious roll of his hips. “God, that’s fucking perfect. I know you want to come already, but that isn’t how tonight is going to go.”
I groan, not knowing if I want to love or hate that he can read me so easily.
He chuckles, a low sound in my ear.
“I think this pussy was made for me, Leighton. Fuck, how did I ever walk away that first night.” He shifts back, the drag of his cock through all that sensitive tissue makes my head come off of my arms, exposing my neck to his mouth. He takes advantage, sucking on the skin there. “If you could have seen how fucking creamy you were after coming on my cock… Jesus, I’ll never forget how it looked. Your panties were still pulled to the side. Those perfect pussy lips of yours dark pink. I bet they tasted amazing. Need to taste you after you’ve been fucked, Leighton. I bet it’s better than you tasted before.”
I whimper, my hips needing to move, but it’s impossible with his weight pinning me to the mattress.
“Do you know what you taste like before getting fucked?”
“Yes,” I whisper.
“Dirty fucking girl,” he hisses in my ear, teeth digging into the lobe. “But I knew you would. How often do you dip your fingers into that tight little hole and lick them clean?”
“Oh, God. Gaige.”
His hips move faster, his filthy words having as much of an effect on him as they’re having on me.
“I wanna fuck you raw, make this pussy sore. Wanna watch you walk into the meeting tomorrow, knowing my cum is dripping down your thighs.”
Harder thrusts, more powerful.
It’s all fantasy. He’s wearing a condom, and we’d never do something so risky, but fantasy is just that.
“Yes,” I moan. “Fill me up.”
“Bitch,” he grunts, and I smile, knowing his balls are getting tighter.
He wants it to last. Hell, I do too, but we’re both already teetering on the edge. It’s always just too good to last for hours and hours. Stamina is nonexistent where we’re concerned.
His hand moves, leaving his grip on my shoulder to drift down between my body and the pillow. I almost open my mouth to tell him I’m not going to need it, but I know the orgasm will be more powerful with his touch there, so I keep my mouth closed. The first brush is almost enough, but I hold off as best I can, clenching my jaw, which in turn tightens every muscle in my body.
“Not yet, you evil woman.”
“Hurry,” I beg.
He doesn’t hurry because the man can’t be commanded.
“Wait,” he warns again when my body begins to tremble.
A shuddering breath escapes my lips, and I’m doing my best, but my restraint only goes so far when his cock is magical, and his fingers are working me over so expertly.
“Gaige.”
“Wait,” he hisses.
“Can’t.”
“Leighton.” It’s a plea.
“I need your cum.”
He freezes, cock kicking inside of me, and then I feel the pinch on my clit. It’s a little tighter than I probably need, but somehow, it’s also perfect, and I detonate.
I come back to reality with his cock still in me and his tongue tracing my lips.