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Obsession

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I’ve always been made out to be a player, but that shit is as far from the truth as you can get. I’m a one woman man if I find the right woman, and this feels so good I don’t want to fuck it up before we’ve even begun. The next few weeks in the real world will tell us both all we need to know. At that point, we can start thinking about all the other stuff that comes with a loving and committed relationship, including the potential consequences of me coming inside her beautiful, tight and muscular pussy.

A baby is not exactly what I need right now, and it’s definitely not what I need to make me want to stay with her. When we’re more than a few days old, maybe we can begin to think about it then, but right now, it just isn’t the right time.

“I like you, Landon.”

Tilly’s smile is infectious. Could she really be the one for me? My own step sister.

“I think I really like you.”

“That’s good.”

“It’s awkward.”

“We don’t get to choose who we fall in love with.”

The words are out before I have a chance to stop them. Tilly beams awkwardly at me, catches herself mid bounce and lowers herself gracefully into my lap. She looks away briefly before looking back, and then wraps her arms around my neck when she sees what I have no chance of hiding any more. I’m falling for her. I’ve fallen, already.

“Make me scream, Landon. I want the bark flying off the trees, the birds squawking and complaining, the sun hiding its eyes.”

“What if I give you everything now and it never gets better than this?”

“I’d still keep trying.”

I lift her in one piece and fold her onto her back so she can raise her legs into the air and I can push myself deep inside her to try and find her G-spot with the tip of my throbbing cock. My goal is to make her come without coming myself, even though I want to and I know she does too.

“That’s what I like about you, Tilly. You’re persistent. You know what you want and you won’t stop until you get it.”

“Is that right?”

“Uhuh.”

“Then I guess you’ve got no chance of escaping me.”

“Even if I had, I wouldn’t want to.”

“Oh.”

“Lie back and look at the sky.”

“And you think I’m demanding.”

“Maybe we are perfect for each other.”

“I guess only time will tell.”

“Luckily time isn’t one of the problems we might be facing.”

“Then you better not come inside me after all, we don’t want another problem to add to our list.”

“You’d look amazing with a baby inside you.”

“Keep talking like that and you’ll make me come.”

“Just don’t do it so strongly it makes me come too.”

“You’ve already promised to make me scream.”

“What would our parents say if we told them you were pregnant?”

“I guess we won’t know until it actually happens.”

“And you thought I was the confident one.”

“I told you already, I’m a simple girl.”

“Meek.”

“Quiet.”

“Unassuming.”

“Fuck.”

“Language, Tilly.”

I can feel it, perhaps even sense it, before Tilly vocalizes her feelings, and then expresses them all physically in over exaggerated body jerks, uncontrollable breathing, even the way she tries to grab at my skin in tight clustered twitches of her throbbing hands.

I’m above her, like I was when we began, like the very first time I penetrated her, my arms to the side to balance myself, my muscles taught from my neck to my ankles, my ass clenched tight, my cock thrust deep inside her, while Tilly has her legs wrapped around my back, her ankles interlocked, her arms at turns around my neck, at my hips, on the grass beside us gathering up handfuls of stalks and leaves.

I hear the crack of wings against the air, branches lilting hard in their wake, and the swoosh of a swelling breeze against the barks and moans thrown towards them from the girl collapsing into ecstasy beneath me. Of all the times we’ve fucked, this is clearly the most intense.

Tilly moans, screams, lets herself go, perhaps encouraged as much by the silence that needs filling around us as the isolation we find ourselves in. Maybe it’s just the sheer intensity of the orgasm that she finds repeating around her body, the fact that she knows now for sure that we both want this to continue when we return, the comfort of that knowledge, the excitement it brings, or fuck, I don’t know, maybe it’s just because Tilly can’t get enough of me.

She’s still writhing on my cock, twisting from side to side as though caught in a hallucinatory dream or under the spell of some kind of fit, belied by the beam of happiness spread out across her face, when I realize that as much as I’ve tried to avoid it, as much as I’ve promised myself I’d pull out, as much as we both know how stupid this is, I haven’t been able to disengage myself from her in time.

She knows it too, we both do, and as my orgasm fizzes out across my shoulders and down my spine in a T of explosive electric sensations, it’s towards her I find myself being pulled, not away.

With Tilly flat on her back, myself flat out on top of her, I come with so much intensity, so much purpose, and desire, and need, I give so much of myself, I nearly black out entirely from the effort.

I can’t catch my breath. I can’t even think properly about what I’ve just done, and when the words come eventually, distant like the voice of a shaman calling us both back down from an out of body experience, they aren’t even mine.



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