Shame Me Not

I almost forgot the purpose of what I was doing once my lips touched hers. The soft, full bottom lip fit perfectly between mine, the same way it had all our lives, and the pinching in my chest eased for the first time in four years. I held myself inside her as we made out, tasting each other, remembering each other.

But then she nipped at my lips—hard—and I began fucking her. The sweet moment over, I hammered in and out of her, knowing the stairs had to hurt against her back, but knowing she loved every dig. I palmed her breast and tried to nip at her neck, but she bit my ear and slapped my face. The shock knocked me off balance, and she pushed enough to get me out of her and ran.

I took off after her and almost fell on my face with my pants around my ankles. Grumbling, I shoved them off and made it to the door, just before she slammed it closed. Slapping my hand to the door, it flung open, and I stalked toward her, stripping my shirt off on the way. Naked, hard, and a little pissed at being outwitted, I shoved her back on the bed, falling on top of her.

I managed to get her dress over her head, but she was back to slapping me. “Fuck you, Kevin. You think I want you to fuck me? I don’t. I don’t need you. I don’t need your stupid dick. Fuck you.” I was impressed she could keep up the commentary as she rained down blows, but I was ready to fuck her and enjoy the wet heat around my dick. I was ready to hear her scream as she came.

I pinched her nipple hard before gripping her wrists, using my other hand to slip it around her throat, squeezing just enough to let her know I had the control. Her eyes widened, but ignited, and I felt the heavy swallow beneath my hand.

“Spread your legs,” I ordered.

“Fuck you.”

I tightened my grip on her throat. “Spread. Your. Fucking. Legs. Slut.”

Finally, she opened them and I loosened my hold on her tender throat, but not much because I knew she enjoyed the lack of control. It only took a moment for me to work my hips between her creamy thighs and enter her. Holding her stare, I pushed just the tip in and teased her with it, over and over again.

Only when she whispered a simple, “please” did I give in and thrust all the way into her. On that first thrust, she began coming. Her lips parted, and she jerked beneath me, squeezing my dick tighter than a fist. She screamed my name, a sound filled with pleasure and relief. Her cum coated my balls as I held myself in her and ground on her clit, prolonging the high.

When she came back down, I took my own pleasure and rode her like a rutting beast. I focused on her tits bouncing beneath my hand still grasping her throat. The pretty pink nipples coaxing the tingling pleasure down my spine. The orgasm came barreling through me and I couldn’t take my eyes off the perfect globes. I needed to mark them. At the last moment, I pulled out and jerked myself all over her pale skin, shooting white ropes of cum across her stomach and up to her neck.

I collapsed, and barely managed to roll to my side to keep from crushing her. Pulling her head toward me, I kissed her. I kissed her the way we both needed: sweetly, lovingly, filled with all the longing we’d had for each other.

It was the sweetness that broke her, because not long after we started, she began sobbing. Each cry wretched from her body broke me, like a lash to my back. I pulled her into my chest, blocking out everything but what was inside her. She needed a safe place to fall apart and I would be that for her. She clung to me, sometimes digging her nails into my side, but I didn’t whisper a single complaint. The love of my life needed me, so I held her and soothed her.

“I’m here. I’ve got you.” Over and over again until she wore herself out and finally fell asleep.

The smell of coffee greeted me when I first woke. Stretching, my feet moved past the edge of the bed and my hands hit the wall. My eyes jerked open and I was met with posters of bands and blue walls. They settled on the door to find Ana leaning against the jamb, holding two cups—completely nude. My dick jerked beneath the sheets at seeing her perfect tits and trim waist that flared into hips that were perfect for me to hold onto when fucking.

She hadn’t noticed me staring, because she was too busy staring back at me. When she looked up and met my eyes, she jerked and, as carefully and fast as possible, set the coffee down and hopped in bed.