I lean over and rub my hands along her warm back. It’s still slick with sweat. She groans and closes her eyes. I scoot out from under her, making her eyebrow rise in curiosity. I drop to my knees behind her and lift her hips. I kiss her shoulder before tracing my lips down the curve of her back as I lean her forward and fight back the urge to rip her panties off with my teeth.
I’m not sure if she’s ever been fucked from behind. I bunch her hair at the nape of her neck, making her moan softly. She looks back at me with flushed cheeks. For a moment I wonder if she wants me to stop, but she presses her ass against me, and my doubts vanish as quickly as they appeared.
We need no words between us. Our bodies speak for us.
I pull her panties down, letting the damp fabric fall to the floor. My hand traces up her thigh and finds its home between her legs. I slip my fingers inside—into the heat that is warmer to me than any fire. My cock throbs from wanting to be inside her. My other hand rubs the soft skin of her ass as it presses against me. I push her forward, putting distance between us. I admire the curves of her ass as I plunge my fingers deeper into her, trying to stretch her out. She feels so tight, and that makes me nervous but excited. I never want to hurt Skye, even if the pain is merely a vehicle for pleasure—however temporary it may be.
“Please,” she whispers.
I oblige her, gripping the base of my cock and teasing her with it, rubbing it along her before pushing inside. She’s as tight as I thought she’d be, gripping my cock like a snug embrace.
Skye whimpers. I lift her up to me, kissing her neck and rubbing my hand down her chest on my way to her hip.
“Are you okay?” I ask.
She nods. “You’re just so big,” she says with a hint of pain.
Those words should be a compliment, but with Skye, it’s a curse. The amount of self-restraint it takes for me to make love to her is immeasurable. No matter how much I long to pound into her until she has no choice but to come around me, I can’t. I won’t hurt her. It won’t be a weapon used against her like in her past. I’ll know when she’s ready for more of me—when I can push my cock up to the hilt inside her. For now, I enjoy the clench of pain traversing into spasms of pleasure around me, feeling for the moment when I start to make her feel good, as her body relaxes into me and I can push myself just a bit deeper inside her.
With my hands on her hips, I hold her steady as I fuck her. She feels incredible. Better than words can explain.
“I love you, Kevin,” she says with a moan as she drops her chest into the cushion of the couch.
Her words don’t catch me off guard. I lift her up to me and whisper against her ear, “I love you.”
She looks back at me, her lips in a pout.
I shoot her a sly smile. “And I want you to come.”
I reach between her legs and rub her as I thrust my hips forward, burying myself as deep as I can within her. She’s slick and wet against my fingers. She drives her hips forward to chase her orgasm, and I follow after her, keeping myself within her as she begins to clench around me. Her moans grow louder. She clutches a fistful of her hair as she grips the couch with her remaining hand. She comes, draining me of any ability to restrain myself. I finish inside her, and we collapse and smolder like the fire beside us.