He thrust two fingers into my soaking-wet pussy, flicking his thumb over my clit.
Both nipples, clit, and pussy… If only he had another pair of lips to kiss me with, I’d have everything.
I missed his tongue in my mouth, his lips sliding against mine, but I couldn’t bear to have his lips leave my nipple. He kissed it, licked it, sucked it, nibbled at it. And with every tiny nip, I got wetter, wanted him more.
The rhythmic movement of his thumb over my clit sent need barreling through me, and soon I found myself on the precipice. I was going to come. I was going to come hard, and I wanted that hard cock in me, slicing through me as I shattered.
“Bryce, please. Inside me.”
He dropped my nipple from his lips and crawled forward—
“Yes!” I cried when he thrust into me.
His cock was thick, hard, and he rammed it into me just as I wanted. My nipples were chafed from his attentions, and his chest hair abraded them as he pumped.
He grunted against my neck, nipping at my flesh with his firm lips. Emotion swirled through me in a rapturous kaleidoscope. Bryce, inside me. Always inside me. Every part of me taking in every part of him, as if we were now one being. The perfect pleasure—to have my emptiness filled, filled by the man I loved.
All was right in the world.
At least for now.
My pussy contracted around him, and one orgasm led to another, and then another. I quivered, running my hands up and down his slick back. I loved the feel of his skin underneath my fingertips. Loved the sandy hair on his chest torturing my nipples. Loved his big hard cock inside me.
If perfection existed in the world, Bryce and I together were it.
He thrust harder, harder, harder until he grunted against me, releasing. So in tune with him was I that I felt every pulse of his cock as he emptied into me.
For a moment, I let myself think about making a baby with him. About the future.
We hadn’t talked about it, and I didn’t want to bring it up with all we were dealing with.
I brushed the thought away from my mind, let myself revel simply in his orgasm and mine, as we released together in perfect harmony.
We lay there then in each other’s arms. Finally, I couldn’t help giggling.
He kissed the top of my head. “What?”
“I guess I’ll let you off the hook.”
“Off the hook for what?”
“Did you or did you not say to me that I would be well and thoroughly used before last night was over?”
He chuckled into my hair. “I guess I did.”
“And then, Bryce Simpson, you fell asleep.”
“I seem to recall you falling asleep as well.”
“At any rate, you’re forgiven.”
He pounced then, rolling over to his side and flipping me over. He landed a sharp smack on my ass.
“Ow!” The pain lanced through me, making me shudder. Was it pain I felt? Or was it pleasure? No one had spanked me before. Not as a kid for punishment, and not as an adult during sex.
I wasn’t sure how I felt about it.
“What was that for?” I demanded.