Getting Her Back

He starts to sketch again, and I’m starting to ache with tension and anticipation. “I haven’t been able to stop thinking about that Skype call,” he says. “And how much I want my cock to be between your tits.” He grins. “And I haven’t even started to tell you all the things I love about your pussy.”

“Christian,” I say.

He looks up, gaze fierce. “Yes?”

“I can’t do this.”

“Good.” He tosses the sketchpad on the couch, and I catch only a glimpse of his drawing of me before I’m in his arms and he’s lifted me off the floor and put my legs around his waist. He carries me to the bedroom without hesitation. We tumble onto the bed together, and I’m pulling at his clothes while his lips are on my skin. God, it’s like being drawn by him has lit me up from the inside. I can feel his lips everywhere, and even the scratch of his clothes on my skin is making me shudder.

I manage to get his belt undone and he tries to pull away to get them off. “No time,” I say, keeping him locked against me. I need him inside me now. Christian fits himself against me and slides in in one brutal stroke. I gasp, back arching off the bed. It’s pleasure and brief shocking pain as my body adjusts and fades into pleasure. I reach for him, and he catches my hand, pinning it above my head. I give him the other one, because I want this. I’ve missed this feeling of being completely wrapped up in him, giving him just enough control that I don’t have to think.

Christian slams into me harder, and my body responds with deep, exquisite pleasure that makes me close my eyes. His other hand slips under my ass, tilting my hips upward toward him so he can push deeper. “Tell me what you want,” Christian says, voice low and rough.

My eyes fly open, and I see desperate, wild lust in his eyes. “More.”

“Come on, Audrey,” he says, grinding his hips into mine. “Tell me what you want from me.”

I arch against him, aroused by his words, and I feel the new slickness in my pussy ease his thrusts, and suddenly there’s a new speed and rhythm and I’m not sure if I can breathe let alone speak. “I—” it turns into a moan.

His hand tightens on my wrists as he pounds into me, and I feel the orgasm on the edge of the horizon. Still far away, but approaching at a gallop. “I want you.”

“That’s not good enough,” he growls against my neck. “You know what you want. Ask for it.”

There’s a sudden chill in my mind. I did ask for what I wanted three years ago, and you didn’t give it to me. “A baby,” I manage to say. It’s the first words I can form that are true. “I want you to come in me so hard and so deep that there’s no chance I won’t get pregnant.”

Christian groans, abandoning my wrists so that he can brace himself, fucking me with a speed and power that I don’t think I’ve ever seen before. And then, he comes. I feel it, his cock jerking, warmth spreading inside me, easing inward and outward. He lets his head fall against my shoulder, holding himself still while he finishes, pushing cock as far into me as it will go while he spills himself. And then he’s done, and pulling away. Stepping into the bathroom and leaving me alone, I feel dazed. He gave me exactly what I asked for, and I’m thankful even though I’m far from satisfied.

I grab a pillow and tuck it under my hips, lifting them so I can wait and let the semen creep upwards. Christian steps out of the bathroom, clothes in place. “Now, for you,” he says.

“What about me?”

He gives me a look. “Did you think I wasn’t going to make you come?”

“You did what I asked.”

“You’re right, but orgasms help the process.” Before I can protest, he spreads my legs and his mouth is on my clit. Nowhere else. Just there. Tongue swirling, suction making me dizzy with pleasure and renewed arousal.

“Oh, fuck,” I say as he grabs my hips. I was closer than I thought, and it feels like suddenly the orgasm is bearing down on me like a freight train. I’m not going to be able to stop it, not that I would ever want to. He’s licking, licking, licking, and each flick of his tongue takes me higher until I’m begging him not to stop. And then I’m not begging because I can’t form the words. It’s one long sound, and that sound breaks into a scream as I go over the edge in a torrent of pleasure. Christian sucks my clit deep into his mouth, grazing me with his teeth and I’m breathing in this feeling that’s surrounding me, passing through me like I’m a lightning rod for the best orgasm ever.