Roughing

As if knowing what I want, she wiggles free from my grasp, holding onto the wall to regain her balance. She peels her panties to the side, giving me enough room to reach between her legs and slip two fingers inside her. She’s so fucking wet for me that I close my eyes and push further, my pace quickening with each thrust.

I drop to the carpet on both knees and push her dress up to her hips, exposing her pussy. Scooting closer to her, I bend forward and roll my tongue over her clit, causing her body to jerk in response.

My tongue slips between her folds, lapping up her juices and sending her over the edge. She clamps down on my fingers and comes for me, her moans turning into screams. Her voice is so loud as she calls out my name that I have a hard time controlling myself.

How am I going to take things slow when she’s driving me insane?

After I remove my fingers from her, I lick her juices from them, locking onto her as I watch her chest rise and fall.

I come to a standing and tilt her chin up with my index finger so that our eyes meet. “I’m not even close to done with you, babe. Take this dress off.”

She does as I instruct, out of breath and panting, as she removes all of her clothes. Naked and glistening in sweat, she looks even more beautiful. Her body is absolute perfection and all mine.

Tugging at the hem of my shirt, she pulls the black oxford from my waist and proceeds to flip open each button, staring into my eyes the entire time. There’s something so erotic about the way she undresses me. At this moment, she doesn’t seem like an inexperienced girl.

She undresses me in a hurry, and I let her continue until we’re standing in the middle of the living room of the suite, naked and waiting for the other to make the next move. I take my cock in my hand and give myself a few strokes.

Tori licks her lips and closes the distance between us. “Now, it’s my time to make you come,” she says, before sinking to the floor in front of me.

Once her tongue glides across the head of my sensitive skin, I don’t know how long I’ll last, because it feels so fucking good. My hands find the back of her head, and I guide my cock into her mouth. She looks up at me the entire time and reaches up to grip my shaft, jerking it to match the pace at which she slides my cock in and out of her mouth.

After being tortured by her pussy, it doesn’t take long before I find my release. I thread my fingers through her hair, keeping her in position long enough to come in her mouth. She swallows and sits back on her feet.

I drag my finger across her lips and smile, and she returns the gesture, her wide grin reaching up to her bright blue eyes.

“Be a good girl and go get in bed,” I order.

As I knew she would, she gets up from the floor and follows my command.

I have to stop myself for a second and remember that Tori is not another girl. She’s my girl, my fragile girl. And I have to be careful with her. I need to show her my gentle side, not the rough animal who takes what he wants and likes to fuck.

Nope, this will be different. We’re going to make love, soft and slow. I’m not sure how long I’ll last, but it might not take long for Tori to come a few more times for me before I find my release once more.

With her legs wide open, I crawl between them and position myself at her entrance. I grab a condom from the nightstand and tear open the packet, staring into her eyes as I wait for her to back out. She doesn’t seem nervous, but that doesn’t mean she’s not filled with dread. I’m not a small guy. She has to be at least somewhat terrified. I know she was the first time around.

After I roll the condom down my length, I rub my cock along her folds, testing her slickness. Repositioned above her, with my elbows on each side of her head, I lean forward to kiss her neck before making my way to her lips. Her hips arch as she kisses me, her hand gliding down my back.

She bites down on her bottom lip, closing her eyes in anticipation. “Be gentle with me, Bash. It’s been a while.”

I wait until she opens her eyes again before I slide inside her. Taking my time, careful not to fill her right away, I make love to her, something I haven’t done since our breakup. A groan of pleasure, maybe pain, forces her eyes closed, and I tense, unsure if I should stop.

I don’t move any further, leaning down to kiss her mouth. “Am I hurting you?”

She nods, but her eyes remain shut.

“Tell me to stop and I will.”

She peeks up at me, runs her hand down my backside, and smiles. “Don’t you dare.” As if the pain has passed, she wraps her legs around my back. “Bash,” she breathes against my lips, “keep going and don’t stop.”

She’s wet, more so than before, making it easier to fill her all the way. I place my palms on the mattress and lean in to kiss her lips. As she digs her fingernails into my back, I take my time, moving so slow I can’t even think straight. This feels so much like our first time together, yet different than before.

She moans so loud when I move from her lips to suck on her neck that I have to distract myself from coming before her. This night is about Tori. It’s not a race or a marathon. We hold each other’s gaze, and I whisper that I love her again, because I do. I wouldn’t have done the things I have for Tori, including getting the tattoo on my back, if I wasn’t in love with her.

“I love you, too, Bash,” she cries out in pleasure.

As her body relaxes, working in a rhythmic motion along with mine, I lift her leg over my shoulder, sliding deeper inside her.

She cries out and sucks in a deep breath, her chest rising and falling with each groan that escapes her lips. Once her eyes find mine, I smile from the look of pure ecst