She gasps, undulating her hips, and I know I found the right spot.
“Please…” she moans.
I roll off her, shed my clothing in record time. Then I take care of her shoes, pants, and underwear. Her clothes are in a pile on the floor, and we’re naked. Together on my bed.
How I want to take my time, love her as she deserves to be loved.
But my cock has other ideas. She’s already wet. Her slick juices coat my fingers.
She’s wet and ready, and I mount her and thrust into her.
“God, Katelyn,” I groan.
I feel every ridge inside her, every succulent crease of her pussy. I pull out and thrust back in. Again. Again. Again.
I won’t last long at this rate, but I want her to have an orgasm.
I pull out.
God, the loss! I’m empty. And the emptiness… I know it will never go away once I leave her.
She deserves more than a quick fuck. This may be our last time.
I spread her legs, regard the beauty between them. She’s pink and swollen, glistening with her own cream.
I slide my tongue through her folds, savor the sweetness.
She shudders beneath me. “Luke, I want you inside me.”
“Soon,” I say, determined not to be selfish and take my own pleasure before she has hers.
“But please,” she begs.
“You’re not making this easy, baby. I want to take care of you first. Please. Let me do this for you.”
She relents, sighing.
“I’m going to eat you. I’m going to lick you and suck you until you can’t take it anymore.” I close my lips around her clit and suck gently.
She grabs the comforter, groans, arching her back.
I move from her clit and shove my tongue into her wetness. She tastes like a dream. I could eat her forever. Although my cock is so hard, it’s sheer torture not to just fuck her.
But eat her I will. And I will take pleasure in it because she tastes like perfection, and I love her more than anything.
I swipe my tongue over her clit once more, and then I push her thighs forward. Her sweet puckered asshole beckons, but…she’s not ready for that.
Sadness whips through me as I realize I will probably never be able to take her there.
I’ll be dead before—
No. Not going there.
Even the thought of death, though, hasn’t stopped my cock from throbbing. Katelyn has that big of an effect on me.
I continue my assault on her pussy—licking, sucking, eating.
She groans above me, murmurs my name, raises her hips, slides against my face in tandem with my tongue-lashing. And then—
“Luke!”
Her flesh vibrates against my mouth as she climaxes. I shove a finger inside her, find her G-spot, to make her orgasm last even longer.
Her moans continue, and my cock grows harder. Harder. Harder.
I want to make her come again. Again and again and again, but my cock…
I need her so badly. I need to be inside her.
While she’s still in the middle of her climax, I crawl atop her and plunge in.
God, yes. Her pussy quivers around my cock, milking me.
I know I won’t be long, but I pull out and thrust and again. Again. Again. Again.
My release sneaks up on me quickly. Even quicker than I expect. My balls scrunch up to my body, and every contraction shatters me as I empty myself into her.
And I wonder…
Will I ever feel as complete as I do now?
18
KATELYN
The ultimate hug. Making love is the ultimate hug.
The thought surprises me—in the midst of a climax, no less.
This is the closest I can be to another person, yet…
Yet…
I want more.
I want more of Luke. How do I get even more?
He stays inside me once both of our climaxes come to a rest.
He still doesn’t leave me when he rolls to his side, taking me with him. We lie face-to-face, still joined by our bodies.
I don’t ever want to leave this place.
I open my eyes. He’s looking at me. His eyes are so blue. Like the ocean at dusk.
“I don’t know why you hid these beautiful eyes,” I say.
He doesn’t reply.
He must have a reason, but in my post-orgasmic haze, I don’t really care.
All I know is that I love him. I need him.
“You’re staying now, right?”
Again, he doesn’t reply.
I should be sad. And I will be, once the haze of my orgasm dissipates.
For now, I’m floating on a cloud with Luke, his dick still embedded inside me, my walls still clasping him.
I close my eyes and sigh.
And I wish I could stay here forever.
Too soon, though, Luke moves away from me, and his cock slides out of me. I whimper at the loss, but I knew this wouldn’t last forever.
“Katelyn…”
The tone of his voice is…so sad.
“Yes?”
“I’m leaving.”
And just like that, my post-orgasmic bliss is gone.
“No,” I say. “You absolutely can’t leave me.”
“I have to. I’m not…”
“What? You’re not what?”
“I just… There’s some stuff I need to work out.”