“Fuck, Auds.” I push down my pants and briefs, toe them off together with my socks, and grab my dick.
Then I freeze, because she’s looking at me under her lashes, a faint smile playing on her lips.
I can’t hold back any longer. I push into her in one thrust, almost passing out from the pleasure. She grips me, clamps around me; silky heat and rippling strength that wring a cry from my throat.
Panting, I shift up, looking down at her delicate face, her parted lips. I pull out of her all the way to the tip, then thrust back inside, growling deep in my throat as liquid fire shoots up my spine. Fuck, she squeezes me until I can hardly breathe. Fuck going slow.
As if reading my mind, she lifts her legs, digging her heels into my thighs, and rocks her hips, somehow taking me deeper than before.
Oh fucking hell. My balls ache, my dick hardens more. I brace myself on my hands and let go, slamming in and out of her. Sweat rolls down my face, stinging my eyes, a counterpoint to the massive pressure rising in my gut, tightening my balls and swelling my junk.
Holding back is near impossible. Dammit, I want to see her writhe in pleasure before I lose all control. Now it’s too late. I’m too close.
“Auds.” I hiss as the pressure rises higher, as my cock starts to twitch. “Christ, Auds...”
Her hips lift, pressing me one last millimeter deeper, and her mouth opens in a silent cry.
My ears are ringing. My body strains, my ass clenches, and white-hot fire fills my dick. The pleasure bursts through every nerve-ending in my body, forcing a strangled moan from my lips.
Jesus. Fuck. I still, then thrust again, my hips snapping. It’s as if my body’s trying to turn itself inside out. I come and come for what feels like forever.
I fall on top of Audrey, all the strength going out of my arms. I pant, doing my best to suck air into my starved lungs and blink the dark spots from my vision. Oh god, I can’t remember ever coming so hard. Ever feeling so good.
I finally manage to roll to her side, a little bit of worry making its niggling way back into my head. What if she’s wrong? What if I did hurt her? What if she hasn’t had a good time?
She presses her amazing naked body to mine and strokes the hair out of my eyes. “That was great.”
I chuckle, then, relieved, and draw her in for a kiss. “You wanted to see me lose control?”
She blushes. “I liked that.”
Oh fuck, she’s too much. “Why?”
She gets that serious look again that makes me want to kiss her senseless. “I don’t want you afraid all the time that you’ll hurt me. I wanted you to let go; to trust me. Trust yourself.”
I swallow hard. This girl can see right through me. She takes everything bad in my life and makes it good.
And she’s mine.