I wrap my hands around that beautiful neck, gripping just enough to hold onto her as I pound without cutting off her air supply. Her fingers wrap around my wrist where I hold her, but the way her eyes heat when they look at me, I know she doesn’t want me to take my hand away.
She loves it.
She wants more.
I squeeze just a little tighter, capturing her lips in a bruising kiss and reveling in the way the breath coming from her mouth into mine is strained.
“You like when I choke you, don’t you, baby?” I hiss, slowing my pace just a little, just enough to feel every inch of her as I pepper kisses on her jaw. “I know you can’t answer me, but the way your pussy is tightening is all I need to know.”
Something of a whimper escapes her lips, and her eyelids flutter shut, her thighs somehow opening even more. That tells me she’s chasing her orgasm, and I answer that plea by sliding my free hand down between us.
I skate my hand over my cock when I pull out of her, slicking it in her wetness, and then I cup her, rubbing my fingers up and down her clit in time with my thrusts.
“Oh, God,” she manages, her voice still strained where I hold her neck. I grin, fucking her harder and rubbing her clit mercilessly the same way I sucked it the night I went down on her.
I don’t need verbal affirmation that she’s coming. I feel it in the pulses of her walls around my shaft, in the way her nails dig into where she holds my wrist, in the way her eyes roll up, like a spirit is taking over her body.
And if I had any doubt, it’s erased when she squirts all over me.
Her eyes fly open at the sensation, and I know without her saying anything that she’s never done it before. That makes it even fucking better, and I keep my pace on her clit, loving the way she covers me and the bed and the floor with her desire.
When she’s sated and shaking and tapping on my wrist to release, I let her go gently, slowing my pace a little and bending to kiss her neck where I’d held her. I was careful enough to know I wouldn’t leave any marks, but I still know it was rough, and I want my tender kisses to assure her she’s safe.
“Oh my God,” she finally breathes. “I fucking squirted.”
“Hell yeah, you did,” I growl, biting her earlobe before I stand again. Then, I wrap my hands around her thighs and pull her down the bed again, picking up my pace. “It was the hottest fucking thing I’ve ever seen.”
“I’ve never done that before. I’ve never… oooh, shiiiitttt.”
Whatever she was going to say is stolen when I start pounding into her deeper and harder, ready for my own release. Her tits bounce wildly, her hands gripping the sheets, and the sight of her writhing and moaning does the trick.
“Fuuuuck.”
I burst into the condom so hard I worry I’ll break it, the release I’ve been holding for weeks finding itself inside Becca. It’s all I can do to stay standing as I empty, stilling and letting my climax pulse out inside her as I hold onto her thighs for dear life. Stars and numbness take me over, take me under, and by the time I’m finished, there’s nothing I can do but collapse on top of her, and she wraps her arms around me, holding me, taking me, kissing my slick skin over and over and over.
I’m not sure how long we lie there, half on the bed, half off, both of us panting and sweating and sated. It’s not until she giggles that I manage to pick my head up enough to look at her.
“Well, seems all that waiting had a pretty explosive outcome.”
I smirk, using all the effort I have to discard of the condom before rolling us into the bed and wrapping myself full around her. I kiss her forehead, a deep and content sigh leaving both our chests at the same time.
“You’re my favorite,” I whisper.
Becca nods, holding me tighter, and I know she feels the same.EVERYTHING IS PERFECT.
It’s a bright contrast against the dark place I was in just a few weeks ago, when Adam and I weren’t speaking and I was convinced it was over for us. Completely and utterly over. It seemed we were at an impasse, with him firm in his righteousness and me firm in mine.
But then, just like he always does, Adam surprised me.
His apology and camping night on Boca Chita Key was everything I’ve come to expect from him, and yet somehow, it still takes my breath away. Because even when I don’t deserve his love, he gives it to me — as if he has no other choice.