My mout
h opens, but I have no breath left even for a moan. It’s so good, the pressure, the heat, the feeling of her pussy shifting and rippling around my dick.
She’s riding me now, hands braced on my shoulders, rising and falling on my cock, taking me deeper every time, and I slide my hands upward, to cover her tits, play with her nipples. God, I love her tits. Love her nipples, how hard they are under my touch. How sensitive. With every stroke of my thumb over their tip, she clenches like a vise around me and makes those sexy, mewling noises.
“Come, Kay,” I whisper, so ready it fucking hurts. “Let go. Come with me.”
Fall with me. Dance with me. Take me as deep as you can. Kay…
Her head drops back as she rides me faster. I hiss, my hands dropping to where we are joined, because, fuck, I’m coming, the pressure snapping and liquid fire bursting from my dick as I rock into her.
“Kay,” I gasp, “Kay, oh fuck…”
My whole damn body goes taut and starts to shake with my release.
She moans, her fingers digging into my bruised shoulders, and she’s coming, too, milking my cock, making it jerk again, spill more.
Wringing the last dregs of pleasure from me, leaving me limp and sated and drowsy. Loopy. Flying high, as if on drugs.
Has to be why I gather her close and murmur into her wet, warm skin, “Blue loves Kay so fucking much.”
I love you, Kay.
Jesus Christ. So this is what it’s like. This feeling, like floating, like lying in the sun. Like feeling its heat with your eyes closed and smiling because you know it’s there.
I laugh quietly, the sound muffled against the soft flesh of her shoulder and bite down, just enough to make her twitch around my dick.
Red hearts, and white doves, and rainbow unicorns trotting on green grass. She’s a fairytale, and I’m lost in her, buried deep, and I don’t ever wanna leave.
***
Somehow I manage to untangle my body from hers at some point and shuffle to her bed. I catch a glimpse of more colors there—posters of fashion models and cloth collages and golden Buddhas—before she slips into the bed beside me and pulls the covers over us.
I’m warm, from her body, the hot sex, and the scalding water—in that order. Warm and so relaxed I can barely move.
But I wanna look into her face. I avoided it after the stupid words I uttered in the shower, and now I have to see what she made of them.
Of me. Of the mess I am and my brash declaration. As if letting me fuck her means anything to a girl who told me messing around with her meant nothing. Changed nothing.
It takes me a good moment to turn on my side, and then I discover that I’ve fucked up my ribs worse this time and almost black out from the pain.
“Shit.” Kayla rolls me on my back, then jumps up and returns with another pillow that she puts under my head. “Your ribs, huh? You sure I shouldn’t drive you to the ER?”
“I’m okay,” I wheeze. “Nothing they can do about it.”
Jeez, they hurt like a bitch. Guess the adrenaline is finally seeping out of my system, and my muscles are cooling down in degrees, letting me feel it.
“I’ll bring you some painkillers,” she says, slipping out of the bed again, and I want her back.
God, my head’s screwed up. Nobody told me wanting a girl was a mindfuck.
She’s back in a heartbeat, and I swallow down whatever it is she gave me, not even looking, my gaze caught on her face, on her gleaming naked body.
Her tits. Fuck, I love them.
But more than that, I love the twinkle in her eyes, her happy smile, the things she says. Her sweetness, her concern for me, her voice when she asks if I’m okay. The fact she was the first to arrive at the accident scene, the first to hold me. That she cared.
I love her for it.