Christ. Classy move, dude.
But it was completely worth it to look up from where I was lying on the floor on my back with the wind knocked out of me to see her peering over the edge, her big green eyes dancing, her hair falling forward to frame her lovely flushed cheeks. She looked freshly fucked, and I hadn’t even had the honor yet.
“Need a hand?” she asked silkily, but she didn’t reach for that. She gripped my cock, giving it a long, hard stroke, ending with the perfect amount of friction at the tip. She shimmied forward, her long hair trailing over my tensed belly. “Maybe a mouth…”
“Uh-uh. Not again. I have plans for that delicious pussy of yours.”
“Good. So let’s go.” She licked her lips and squeezed her hand over my length one more time. “It misses you.”
I groaned. Christ. Dead. I was so dead.
Somehow I stumbled to my knees and crawled over to the chair that held my clothes. Her joyous laughter filled my head as I struggled to retrieve my wallet and the condoms inside. I had three crammed in there, and they hadn’t been touched in longer than Sage would believe.
I intended to use every damn one today. Morning, noon, and night, as often as her untried pussy could take me.
With condoms in hand, I stood and returned to the bed. Her heavy eyes drank me down, lingering unabashedly on my cock. It was painfully hard, and her attention didn’t help that matter. She reached for it and leaned up to meet my mouth at the same time, caressing me in uneven pulls that shouldn’t have made me even hotter. But she was so greedy, so expressive, that every bit of excitement she showed only increased my own.
I settled myself between her legs and kissed her softly, trying to convey that I was in no rush. My body was, but my mind and gut and everything in between wanted to stay right here with her in this bed forever. But she was rubbing herself against me, soaking me with the proof of her readiness, and fuck, I was only so strong.
As I leaned up to roll on the condom, she took it out of my hand.
“Can I?”
Nodding, I guided her hands when necessary. It gratified me in some caveman-like way I didn’t care to explore that her fingers fumbled, and she caught her lip between her teeth as she tried to roll it on. Clearly, this too was new to her. She’d never even gotten this far.
I wished like hell she’d never get this far with another man again.
Just me. Only me. And I didn’t care what that said or what it meant.
Mine. All fucking mine.
The instant the latex was in place, I loomed over her, bracing my arms on either side of her on the pillows. “Hold on tight, princess. But this time, hold on tight to me.”
She wrapped her arms and legs around me, tilting back her head to give me the sweetest kiss. “I’m glad it’s you, Oliver,” she whispered, and I couldn’t hold back a second more. My hips drove forward of their own accord.
She cried out, and later, I would rue that I hadn’t maintained control for just a bit longer. But there were no half measures, and once I was in, I was all the way in, sinking to the depths of her before drawing back slowly. So slowly that she whimpered and bit down on my chin, drawing blood.
“Okay?”
I expected her to tell me to stop. Her eyes were wet, and I could tell from the tension in her limbs that I’d hurt her. But she nodded, her smile fierce as she rose up to meet my next thrust. And the next, and the next.
Losing myself in them was like breathing. I tried to take it easy, to remember that no matter her enthusiasm, this was all new to her. But God, the sounds she was making as she
dragged her nails down my lower back were my undoing.
“More. I’m okay.” She nipped my lip. “I want it harder. Make me come again.”
I let the chain on my control snap and rutted into her the way my body demanded, hauling her legs up until they were over one shoulder and I could grip her thighs for leverage. She was right there with me, her moans endless as she scrabbled her hands over the pillows for purchase. She turned her head, biting one of them as her pussy spasmed, wrenching my cock so tightly that I couldn’t hold back my groan. Goddamn, I was close. A couple more strokes.
I worked her hard, and harder still, muttering apologies and promising to make it up to her later as I sought my elusive orgasm. Right there, right there.
And then I felt the condom break—a second before my hips snapped forward and I drained myself into her giving pussy with a long, low groan.
I collapsed half on top of her and half on the pillows, my mind already racing as hard as my still pulsing body.
Fucking hell.
I’d just come inside her with nothing between us.