“Yes, every chance I get if this is the punishment.”
I chuckle lightly, throwing her on her back onto the bed. I climb over her. Not touching her, just watching her.
She reaches out to touch me, but I grab her wrist.
“You want me?”
“Yes,” she breathes.
I kiss her palm.
She squirms beneath me.
I glance down between her legs. She’s soaked, swollen, and so ready for me. My girl is always ready for me. I’ve barely touched her, and if I lick between her legs, she will come. I want her to come; I want her to have all the pleasure in the world. But I’m selfish. I want her to come on my cock first. So I have to be careful where I touch her or she’ll combust.
“What do you want, baby?”
She arches her back, trying to touch me, but I raise above her, not letting her until she’s on the edge of coming without a touch.
“Your cock. Fuck me, please.”
Her words undo me. I grab her hips and sink myself deep inside her in one stroke.
Our moans roar together with intense pleasure. This is worth living for. This is worth dying for.
I don’t dare move inside her. I’ve already pushed too far, and my punishment is waiting for her to stretch and accommodate me. So I wait. Long torturous seconds pass.
Her eyes glisten with the fullness she is feeling.
Finally, she says, “Fuck me, Enzo.”
I can’t speak anymore. My cock does all the talking as I move one long stroke after another inside her.
Her hips meet my thrusts, and soon our tongues are tangling together again. I slow my strokes, our bodies no longer fighting. We don’t speak words meant to torture each other.
We make love.
Our movements may be long and slow, but we’ve both dived into this feeling.
And then too quickly, I see all the familiar signs Kai is about to come. Her cheeks blush, her body clenches, and she tightens around me, ready to explode.
I want to come with her. So I move harder, faster inside her.
Together we come in the most beautiful expression of love. This is far better than hearing the words fall from her lips. She’s crazy if she thinks we can fuck like this, and somehow pretend this never happened when we're around other people.
“You love me?” I ask, while she’s still coming down from her high. My only chance of hearing the words is if I catch her off guard.
“I lo—” she stops herself and gives me a dirty look.
I flash her a dimpled smile. “It was worth a try.”
I pull out of her, and she reaches out to me, feeling lost without me filling her.
I understand, it’s how I feel.
“Don’t worry, beautiful. I’m not done with you yet.”
“What?” she gasps, as I spread her legs wider for me and flick my tongue between her legs.