Painkiller

They should have been quite so no one heard them, but it felt too good, and she couldn’t control herself.

The pleasure turned to something more carnal, and before she knew it she lifted her hips to meet his thrusts, needing him as deep as he could go. Rosie wanted her pussy filled all the way, wanted to always have that stretch.

She wanted to be able to feel him inside of her even when he wasn’t. The ecstasy stole her breath, had her lips parting, and frantic sounds leaving her.

Perspiration covered both of them, and she felt her hair stick to her temples.

“That’s it, Rosie girl, lift those hips. Fuck yourself on me.”

She felt her arousal grow at the way the muscles of his abdomen contracted and relaxed with every thrust he delivered. “God, Rebel.”

“Yes,” he groaned out and tilted his head back, the muscles and tendons in his neck standing out from the force of his concentration. “You feel so fucking good.” He looked at her again and slammed into her hard.

“Oh,” she cried out and felt her eyes roll back in her head as intense ecstasy moved through her. “Rebel.”

“Say my name again, Rosie,” he grunted out.

She stared right in his eyes. “Rebel.”

He hummed in approval. Reaching out and cupping the side of her head, he leaned down over her so their chests were flush with each other. He latched his mouth onto her throat, and he ran his teeth along her neck, sending shivers through her.

He wasn’t gentle with his actions, and that turned her on more.

Over and over he worked his cock into her, sending this heat through her, searing her alive from the inside out. And then he slammed into her so hard she moved up an inch on the bed, tilted her head back, and cried out.

He covered her mouth with his hand to muffle the sound, and if she wasn’t feeling so incredible she might have been embarrassed. The last thing they needed was their parents coming downstairs and seeing what was happening.

“Come for me,” he whispered against her skin, and just like that she was getting off.

The climax that claimed her was swift, body numbing, and had everything else fading. Was it always like this? She doubted it. It was like this because she was with Rebel, the guy she loved.

“Yeah.” He kept fucking her. “That’s it, baby. Come all over my dick, make it all creamy.” He breathed harder against her throat, and she knew he was in the throes of getting off, as well.

The sound of him slamming into her, of his cock moving in and out of her wet pussy, filled her ears.

She closed her eyes and felt him remove his hand.

“Look at me as you come.”

She opened her eyes just as her pleasure peaked, staring right into Rebel’s face. If possible, looking at him made the pleasure even more intense. And then she saw the expression on his face and knew he was getting off, as well.

Oh. God. That is so hot.

He had his jaw clenched tight, closed his eyes, and groaned deeply as he continued to push his dick into her and pull out, repeating the action over and over again before finally stilling in her.

The root of his dick was pressed right against her clit, and even though he stopped thrusting and she knew he was coming, he started moving his hips back and forth, rubbing her clit with the base of his cock.

Another smaller orgasm wrenched out of her and she gasped.

He didn’t look away from her while he came, and all she could do was ride this pleasure out.

Her inner muscles contracted around him, making the fullness even more vivid.

When he finally stopped and sagged against her all she could do was run her hands over his back and breathe out.

He had his head resting on her shoulder, and his hot breath bathed her skin. The fact he was exhausted was because of her, and that was a high all on its own. After several more seconds of being on top of her, Rebel finally rolled off.

His chest rose and fell harshly as he tried to control his breathing, and the sheen of sweat on his body was visible.

She turned onto her side to look at him, feeling this euphoria consume her. Rosie didn’t know what to say, or if she should say anything at all. In the end she just kept her mouth shut and stared at him. Rebel had his eyes closed, and his arm thrown over his head, his bicep muscle on clear display.

Lowering her gaze to his cock, he still wore the condom, and wasn’t fully soft yet. Even semi-hard he was huge.

“I love you, Rosie,” he said softly and opened his eyes, turning his head at the same time and looking at her. “Come here, baby.”