I tighten my grip on her hair, giving it a gentle pull. “If you don’t stop, I’ll fuck your mouth.”
Her brow lifts to accept the challenge. Her hand strokes the length of me, faster, harder.
I groan in response and she moans. She fucking moans around my cock and I’m gone.
I grip both hands in her hair and thrust up while I push her head down. I pump into her mouth with deep, steady drives.
She takes it all, teetering on her knees on the bed as she hovers over me, one hand on my cock, the other reaching lower to cup my balls.
I feel the friction when it hits my spine. It races through me at breakneck speed. There’s no time, so I shout. “Fuck it. I’m coming.”
I expect her to pull back, but she doesn’t. She hums as the first wave of my release hits the back of her throat and as I hold tight to her head and pump every last drop in, she takes it all.
***
“How long have you been awake?” Linny asks from behind me.
I turn to look at where she’s sprawled out on the bed. She’s on her back, right where I left her after we fucked.
That happened after I came down her throat.
I was ready to go again almost instantly, the promise of feeling her coming around my cock was too much. I slid on a condom, pulled her on top of me and urged her to ride me until she collapsed after we both came.
After I cleaned myself up and got into bed next to her, she rested her head on my chest.
Her breathing slowed so as she slept, I closed my eyes and imagined a life that included this every single day.
A life where I’d wake up in bed next to her, eat breakfast with her, talk to her about all the bullshit that I can’t figure out and then fall asleep in her arms every night.
I can’t be falling this fast and this hard for her.
“Not long,” I lie.
The truth is that soon dawn will be breaking over Manhattan and I haven’t slept a wink. She’s drifted in and out all night.
When she rolled over, I got up and moved to the window, looking out at the late summer storm that settled over the city.
“Tell me something about you,” she whispers. “Something no one else knows.”
That should be easy. There isn’t a soul on this earth that knows me well.
I walk back to the bed and sit down next to her.
She’s covered with nothing but a thin white blanket. Her hair is a mess and her lips are swollen.
I swear she’s more beautiful every time I look at her.
“Something no one else knows?” I repeat back her question.
“Yes.” She reaches for my hand. “I want to know one of your secrets.”
I slide my fingers over hers, gripping her palm in mine. “I can’t swim.”
Her lips curve into a smile. “You can’t swim?”
I shake my head. “Can you?”
She stretches out on the bed, her legs slipping out from under the blanket. “Very well.”