Worse Than Enemies

“I like what you do to me.” No shame, no nerves.

“What do I do to you?” He lifts one thigh and drapes it over his shoulder, hooking an arm around the other leg to hold it in place. “What do I do to your pussy?”

I flush all over when he says it. It’s so dirty, but I love it. Is this who I really am inside? “You make it wet. You make it feel so good.” Right now, there’s slickness running down my crack and soaking into the sheet, and he hasn’t done anything yet.

When he runs his tongue over my lips, my hips shoot up and I cover my mouth to hold back a moan. It feels too good. How can anything that feels this good be right? He holds me firmly in place, his hand moving up and down my thigh as he settles in to eat me. His little grunts and moans only make the already burning heat in my core turn into something I’m afraid will consume us both. I’m almost afraid of it.

I would be if this was real.

His tongue moves deeper, piercing my dripping hole before sliding up to the place where the ache is the worst. He teases my clit and I want to cry because oh, my God, it’s so good. Like torture. Only I never want it to end.

My eyes open and at first my heart sinks because no, no, I don’t want it to stop. I want it to keep going. I don’t want to wake up.

Only it hasn’t stopped. I’m looking around the dark and his head is between my legs and I’m awake. Holy shit, this is actually happening. I take hold of his head like I’m about to pull it away from my pussy because I should, right? I should stop this.

Except my fingers thread through his hair instead of pushing him away. He grunts before pulling my clit between his lips and sucking. His tongue darts over it and fireworks explode in my head and there is no way I’m stopping this, not when I’m so close—

“Hayes!” It comes out in a breathless burst before the tension breaks and there’s nothing left but sweet release. I shudder again, again, wave after wave rolling over me. I’m still trembling when he lifts his head. I look down over the length of my body but can’t read his expression in the dark.

“You have the sweetest pussy.” His lips graze my hip, my stomach, my nipples as he climbs over me.

I whimper softly, knowing he’s not finished. Not wanting him to be, but knowing he should be. This should stop.

He hovers over me, breathing hard. As hard as his erect dick now pressing against my mound. His hips move and he runs it over the fresh slickness now coating my lips. His groans match my own. Groans of hunger. Need. I need him inside me.

When he nudges, parting my lips and dragging his head through my wetness, I lift my hips in silent agreement. No, I’m begging. Begging him to fill me up. I need him to fuck me until none of this seems wrong. Until I don’t think about anything but the way he feels.

It still surprises me when he pushes inside and stretches my walls. I bite down on my lip to keep from making too much noise. “So fucking tight.” He almost sounds like he’s in pain, but that doesn’t stop him from pulling back and pushing forward again, this time grinding against my clit and making me whimper.

He doesn’t wait for me to adjust. He takes what he wants, which is what I want, too. With one hand on my hip, holding me still, he sets a fast pace. Like he’s already close to finishing. Hot bursts of air hit my face with every sharp exhale. I close my eyes and welcome the tension that’s building again.

He’s so beautiful. I can almost see him now, the outline of his perfect body. The way his muscles bunch and flex every time he rolls his hips forward. I reach out to touch him, to feel his warmth under my hands. I don’t think I could ever tire of it.

When he lowers himself to his forearms and buries his face in my neck, I welcome that, too. I wrap my arms around his shoulders and run my fingers through his hair, panting the way he does. His hips move, his ass bounces, and I climb a little higher with every slap our bodies make when he crashes against me.

“Fuck… yes…” He moves faster, harder, almost frantic, and that’s good, too. So good.

I hold on as tight as I can, almost as tight as the muscles now squeezing his dick with every stroke. He grunts and I grunt back. Encouraging him. Showing him how much I love this.