His every touch is like a spark, bringing me to life.
Screaming, I start to vibrate, my whole body trembling as he spears me with his cock over and over. His swollen helm pounds a spot deep inside of me, stretching the walls of my horny needy pussy so wide I feel like I can’t take it. But somehow my pussy keeps tingling, keeps taking his dominating cock.
“That’s it.” He fucks me deeper. “Come all over this dick. Squirt on this dick. You know you need it. Your body is making your needy pink tight hole all wet and creamy for me, letting me know how badly you want a baby. Fuck, cream, baby cream.”
I have no choice, as my hole flutters around his cock and my lips tingle, more than I’ve ever felt before. It’s like my lips are going to explode and my clit is going to set aflame and a spot deep inside of me is leaking pure fucking pleasure.
I’m whimpering and I never want it to end, never, ever, as my body pulses. Waves upon waves of pleasure washing over me.
“So much fucking cream. My cock’s drenched. Do it, Callie. Bounce on that dick.”
I can’t think, my mind honed down only to the feeling of his cock buried inside of me, the only thing that matters, the only thing that exists. But my body responds to his words, my ass slamming back against him as I slide up and down his length.
There’s no protest now, no question about not being able to take him.
Then he gasps, his breath turning hollow, as he brings his mouth to my shoulder. “Fuck, fuck,” he snarls.
“Yes,” I moan.
“Come again,” he snaps in my ear, his voice trembling because I can feel how close he is to exploding inside of me. His cock thrums in my pussy. “Come on my dick. You don’t get my seed until you come again like the horny girl you are. Now, Callie.”
I can’t believe it when my pussy starts to flutter again, intense wetness erupting from the end of his cock and spreading through me. Pleasure points are ready to spring to life all throughout me, tingling from the first orgasm, and now set aflame like a wildfire.
“Squirt. On. That. Dick.”
We reach our crescendo together, Conrad breathing huskily into my ear as he explodes. Our bodies slamming together, as I shove my hips back to meet his, colliding in the middle with a powerful impact.
It sends explosions ricocheting through me with every thrust, so even right at the end I’m shivering and shaking, my orgasm boiling through me.
Finally, we settle down, both of us collapsing and panting heavily.
I turn to find Conrad leaning up on his elbow, staring at me with a smirk touching his lips. He opens his mouth and I just know he’s going to say it, what he was going to say in the park before Alexis interrupted us.
He loves me – that’s it, that’s it.
It spreads through me covering me with a warm glow.
But then a hazy look comes into his ocean-water eyes, waves of indecision battering, as his gaze flits over me. For a crazy moment, I think he regrets what we did, because he looks so down, a dark look in his eyes.
“Are you okay?” I murmur.
He reaches over and pulls me toward him, handling me as though I weigh nothing. I hug close to his chest and listen to his heartbeat pounding like a herd of freaking elephants.
What the heck was he going to say? I want to know what that look was about too.
But I don’t want to ruin what we just shared, our first time, together, only and always together.
“Of course I am,” he whispers, softly kissing the top of my head. “You’re everything I ever dreamed about, Callie. I can’t believe how lucky I am. Sometimes, hell, I think I’m going to wake up in my car, and this will all be a concussion dream. It terrifies me. Because a life with you, supporting you, always being there for you…”
“What?” I urge, trying to look up and face him.
But there’s a crack in his voice, a quake of emotion, as he holds me against him. It’s like he doesn’t want me to look at him when so much emotion is blazing through him, as if I look into his eyes it will be too much.
“I can’t imagine living without you,” he says. “That’s all, Callie. You’re everything to me. Now and forever. For the rest of our lives.”
I love you, I love you, I love you, I sing in my mind, trying to force the words to my lips, but some inner block rises.
If he doesn’t say it back, it could complicate things, make it awkward to be around each other, because one of us will have put ourselves out there and the other will be safe.