I tightened my ass and moved deeply into her, pulled back, and out again.
“Please, Evan!”
“Please what, baby?”
“I need you…in me…please!”
“You want my cock?”
“God, yes…”
I glided back inside of her, but only about halfway. I pulled back to just the tip and then went back in halfway again. Over and over, the top of my cock rubbing against the inside, back set of nerves connected to her clitoris. After nine strokes, I buried myself totally and Lia cried out.
“Evan! Oh my…my God…”
I pulled out, ran my hand across her stomach, and then slid back inside halfway. More short strokes—eight this time. After the eighth, I penetrated deep, pulled nearly out, and then back in deep again.
“Holy shit!”
“Hush,” I whispered against her skin as I pulled back out again.
“Evan!”
“Hmm?”
Her chest rose and fell, and her desperate eyes captured me.
“What are you doing to me?”
“Hush,” I said again. “Just feel.”
I repeated the action, seven short strokes, then three long and deep. I pulled out; I started over again. Six short, four long. I felt the m
uscles in my thighs tighten and my balls threaten to explode, but I refused to give in. I was going to make this one last.
It had to count.
With every movement of my hips, I thought it might be the last. Even as my cock throbbed in her body, my mind recoiled in terror at the thought. All the control I usually had in such situations just didn’t come in to play. I wasn’t the one who mastered this relationship—it was all her.
My tongue flicked over her nipple once, and Lia shuddered. I continued the pattern, quickly reaching the point when I continued with long, slow thrusts deep inside of her as Lia dug her nails in my back and started to cry out over and over again. I felt her body tighten around my cock, her legs twitch as they wrapped around my waist, and tears formed in the corners of her eyes.
Does she know? Does she think this is it, too?
Lia reached up around my neck and wrapped her arms around my head. She pulled at me until my forehead was against her shoulder, and I continued to thrust deep inside of her as sweat dripped from my forehead to her skin. I tucked my arms under her body and held her against me as I tried to hold on.
I wanted it to last. I didn’t want to come in her at all—just keep going for the rest of eternity. I couldn’t, though, not just because of the absurdity of the notion, but because she felt too damn good.
“Jesus,” I whispered against the warm skin of her neck. My mind attempted to slow the movements of my hips, but my cock wanted it all and ultimately won. I pushed against her a final time and felt my balls empty into her.
I shuddered again from my shoulders to my calves before I tightened my arms around her as much as I dared and collapsed on top of her. Lia’s legs gripped around my waist and held me inside of her as I panted hot breath on her neck. My mind swam, and I was nearly swallowed inside of the feelings of completeness, tranquility, and peace.
If I lost this in the morning, Trent and Rinaldo and Greco wouldn’t fucking matter. I’d die if she left me.
*****
I woke sometime in the middle of the night. The streetlights were glowing around the edge of the curtains at the window, and Lia’s slow breathing was the only sound in the room.
My head was empty.