2X The Heat (2X The Pleasure 1)

I ground my cock into her, rubbing against her as I settled between her thighs. It’s where I belonged. Her slender arms held me close to her, trailing down my body until she reached my pants, fighting to get it off. I rolled us aside to kick my briefs off, but she straddled my waist and looked down at me, her hands against my chest. Fuck. She looks so beautiful like this.

I was completely at her mercy as she grazed her sex over my cock, but never touched me like I wanted her to. Needed her to. Her eyes bore a fire into mine as she gripped me. I hissed and bucked my hips toward her. She smiled softly as she swirled her entrance around me. Her clit was still swollen, her lips a hot pink.

I watched as I disappeared inside her, taking me somewhere I never wanted to leave. My eyes shut at their own accord, trying to absorb all the pleasure falling over me. I felt it roll through every nerve in my body, gathering at my spine until it was so intense I could barely feel my legs. Then she started to move.

Slowly. Maddeningly slowly she rocked back and forth, up and down as she adjusted to me. I placed my hands on her hips, letting her do all the work. I worked my hands up her soft body, reveling in her curves and cupping her breasts in my hands. She sighed and rocked back, falling deeper onto me.

“Emilia. That’s so good. That’s so fucking good.” I groaned. She kept going, rising up to my tip and slowly lowering herself onto me.

Her tight moans filled the air, the sloshing of our juices mixed together as she went faster. Her waist was small between my hands as I held her there. She moved up and down, her breasts bobbing as she leaned back, her hair cascading down her back. It was a perfect sight. Then her head came back down and she found my eyes.

I wished I could communicate with her like this. I was afraid to tell her the truth. I didn’t want to tell her, and it end up making her stay with me. it had to be real. She had to want me too. The way she looked at me, I know she wanted me too.

She moved faster, and faster, until the bed was rocking and I was going so deep. I all but growled as I felt myself coming, but I had to wait for her I wanted her to come first.

Emilia leaned forward, her freshly manicured nails raking down my chest. She might be taking all my chest hair off, but I didn’t care. I loved watching her come way too much. Her eyebrows drew together, she bit her lip as she inhaled and then they fell apart as she breathed out with a loud, guttural moan. She trembled around me, riding out her orgasm even more. She looked back at me, asking me to come. I took her hips and thrust into her, she cried out, still coming down from her last orgasm as another one rose up inside of her. I could taste it on my tongue, feel it in my throat as I came. Harder than ever. I didn’t stop thrusting until I emptied myself inside of her.

“Emilia, god, Emilia.” I groaned, stilling inside of her as my cock twitched.

She collapsed against my chest, shimmying herself down until I fell from her core. I missed being inside of her already. She kissed me like she wasn’t done with me. so, I swirled my tongue around hers before I released her and rolled us over.

I clamped her thigs together as she wiggled her plush ass in the air. The lines of her back flowed smooth and widened at her hips, I entered in one swift movement, loving the feeling of being buried inside of her again.

“Oh, yes…that’s so deep.” She turned her head on the pillow, her lips parted as her eyes shut. God, she was beautiful.

My body slid against hers as I thrust, deep and slow. I wanted to savor it this time. Her body fit so perfectly beneath me, so soft and warm. I hid my nose in the cork of her neck, inhaling her sweet scent. I kissed the skin of her shoulder, sucking softly at her neck as she mewled. Her hand reached around to grip my thigh as I drove deep into her. She was so tight, milking my cock for all that it was worth. And I would gladly give he

r everything.

My lips were at her ear as I told her how good she felt. How perfect she is. Everything but what I really wanted to tell her.

“Tristan, yes…more, please more.”

I lifted her up at her hips, her knees spread wide as I held the nape of her neck and I went harder, deeper. Until I was seeing stars and then nothing at all, blinded by how good she felt. My body clenched with the threat of another orgasm. I moved my hand around to her front, sinking down to her clit where I rubbed softly. She grew tighter around me, her moans loud and uninhibited as she came. Her front collapsed on the bed as I thrust into her, harder and faster until I came.

I collapsed above her as I emptied myself inside of her once again. I didn’t want to move. I didn’t want to do anything. We stayed that way, catching our breaths together.

Then she laid against my chest, her fingers absently tracing over my chest.

“That was so different.” She whispered.

I nodded, “it was the mattress.”

She giggled softly, turning her face up to look at me.

“Is that your family you were sitting with?”

I nodded. “Yeah, my sister brought her boyfriend. I wanted to introduce you.”

Her brow furrowed in confusion. “Why?”

Well I hadn’t expected her to say that.

“Because, they already know about you. Pretty much everyone does after what you did at the ball.” I explained. “But, I told my sister about us. She gave me pretty good advice.” A sad smile found my face.

“What did she say?” She asked me.

“That if I care about you, I should respect your wishes. Guess I’m not doing a pretty good job of that.” I chuckled softly.