Specimen

It only makes me work faster.

She digs her fingers into my scalp. I have to hold her legs firmly to keep her from falling as she writhes and presses against my face. Her sounds change in pitch, becoming higher as her legs tense and shudder around me. She cries out once more, and I have to catch her to keep her from falling to the floor.

I need to be inside her.

The desire in me is too great. I’m only barely in control of my actions as I lift her off her feet and lay her on the bed. I crawl on top of her, covering her with my body. My cock throbs painfully, but I freeze and take a long breath. I want to take it slower this time—make it last.

I take my cock in my hand, slowly running it up and down her slit until she’s begging me with her eyes to give it to her.

I groan as I enter her. I had half expected it to feel different just because it wasn’t the first time, but it doesn’t. It feels just as glorious as it had before. I look at Riley, and her eyes are on the mirror. I lean over her, slowly stroking in and out as I kiss her neck.

“Is someone watching us?” I ask, breathing the words into her ear. “Do they know what I’m doing to you?”

She gasps and tightens her hold on my biceps.

“There’s no one there now.” She arches her back, pressing up against me as I thrust forward. She moans beneath me as she shakes her head. “It doesn’t matter anyway. Just keep going.”

I wonder how she knows when someone is watching, but I don’t think about it for long. She holds all my attention.

Wrapping my arms around her, I right myself and sit up, bringing her with me. She shifts her legs around my hips and I start again, one arm under her ass so I can move her up and down on my cock.

She caresses my cheek with her fingers and leans in to kiss me. I open my mouth to let her tongue pass my lips as she takes my head in her hands. I feel completely possessed by her as if she is inside of my body instead of me inside hers.

The connection goes so much deeper that just having a part of me inside of her. It’s more than feeling her skin touching mine or hearing her soft moans as I move. This is a reason to exist. This is perfection. This is peace.

I shift her to her back again. The twin-sized bed isn’t big enough to move around much without risking her falling.

Penetrating slowly, I focus on every inch of my dick as it is encompassed by her body. She’s so soft and warm inside, and when I pull back, it feels like her pussy is clamping down on me, trying to keep me in.

Reaching up, I stroke the side of her face before kissing her again. She coils her fingers around the back of my head, rubbing the short hair backward. I practically purr from the feeling. I moan into her mouth and feel her legs wrap around my waist. She tightens her grip around me, pulling me deeper inside of her.

Kissing down her chin and throat, I caress her breasts and side with one hand as I start to move faster. I push deep inside, rotate my hips, and listen to her soft groans. Taking a nipple into my mouth, I bite gently, and she bucks against me.

“Oh God, Sten!” Riley’s arms and legs grip me tightly. She pushes her hips off the bed and holds herself against me as she cries out again. I feel her shudder beneath me before she drops back to the bed as her pussy continues to spasm around my cock.

Too much pressure. Too much pleasure. I can’t hold back any longer.

Tilting my head back, I let out a sharp cry as I come deep inside of her. A few more quick thrusts, and I drop my head forward, panting.

I hold myself up by my arms, not wanting to crush her like I had the last time. Her careful bun has been completely undone, and her face is flushed, making her more beautiful to me than she has ever been before. I stare down at her and smile for a moment before pulling out slo

wly and rolling to one side. I keep one of my legs over hers and wrap my arm around her shoulders, holding her close to me.

If I let go, she’s going to leave.

Riley’s breaths return to a regular pace, and she starts to untangle herself from me. I increase my grip slightly.

“Don’t go.”

She stills and closes her eyes. I feel her chest rise under my arm as she gives a slight shake of her head. She grips my wrist and pushes my arm down before turning away from me to get up.

“Please don’t leave,” I say again.

“It’s late.” She sits up and pulls her legs under her. “I really should go home.”

“Stay with me.” I grasp her hand, and she looks down at me.

“I’m not sure that’s a good idea.”