“Jerimiah.”
My name comes strangled from her throat when she’s fully seated and I can’t help it, can’t help it. I’m already jerking her hips up and back on my lap, rolling my lower body at the same time. Oh fuck. Fuck. She feels so good, I can barely stand it. If I don’t slow down, this is going to be over fast and I don’t want that. If I had my way, I’d keep myself in pain for hours just to watch her ride me, but that’s not a possibility with my body is speeding toward release. I plant my open mouth against her shoulder and groan her name—and she understands.
“Slow, slow…slow,” she says shakily, reaching down to remove my death grip on her hips. I’m still levering my hips involuntarily, incapable of stopping the perfect, torturous grind of our sexes, but I’m no longer moving her like a rag doll. She takes my hands and guides them under her dress, urging them higher until my hands are cupping her tits. Her little nipples spear my palms, she goes up on her knees and circles her hips, taking my dick in degrees, and I almost lose control again. Until she whispers my name against my mouth, rubbing our foreheads together. “Slow down and think about how I feel.”
“I can’t think of anything else,” I pant, thumbing her nipples and watching her eyes roll back in her head. “You’re small and hot and slippery. When I’m deep as I can go, your little pussy muscles seize up and make me want to throw you down on your back and pump myself even deeper.”
Her exhale rushes over my mouth. “Tell me how you really feel.”
I almost tell her I love her, right then and there. How could I do anything else when she calls to my heart, head and the basest parts of my hunger at the same time? I won’t lose her by pressing too hard too soon, though. We have forever. I have to believe that. My sanity depends on it. “Please, beautiful.” I pinch her nipples lightly. “Need to get a taste of these.”
“Yes.”
As soon as permission is granted, I lift the front of the dress up to her neck—and I almost come at the sight of her pink, puckered up nipples. “Christ, beautiful. So pretty. Fuck me while I suck on them. Please. Please.”
Birdie nods vigorously and arches her back, her body undulating on my lap, tempting the end of my willpower with every slick side of her pussy up and down my erection. She moves slow, but Jesus, so effectively, forcing me to experience the way our bodies fit together, ease apart, fit together. I even hear the shift of moisture between us as I lean in and wrap my mouth as far as it will go around her right tit. I take as much as I can, sucking, leaving her covered in moisture as I flick my tongue against her nipple.
“Oh, that’s so good. Jerimiah. Oh God.”
My sucking mouth keeps her dress lifted while my hands drop to her ass. It bucks now, letting me know how hot it makes her when I use my mouth on her tits. So I’ll do it forever. I’ll suck them any time she needs it. I’m rougher than I should be when I take hold of those writhing cheeks and lift, grind, lift, grind. Birdie releases a closed-mouth scream against my lips, and her pussy clasps me tight, her walls bearing down and giving me no choice but to thrust, thrust, humping her into the air and letting her slap back down on my lap. Over and over. I’m going to come. There’s nothing in the world that could stop me. Fuck, she’s so perfect. So warm and giving and snug and belonging to me.
I’ve never been possessive over another human being and maybe that’s why it rises up so completely now, as if it has been waiting in the wings all along. Waiting for this girl. This moment. She suctions her mouth to mine and whimpers, as if she senses how badly I need to make a claim. An irreversible one. There’s no holding back or watering down how I feel about Birdie, the kind of man she’s woken up won’t allow half measures. I barely recognize myself as I swat her backside and clamp my teeth down on her lower lip, but something clicks into place between us. It’s a dramatic homecoming and she orgasms her way through it, moaning and baring down on my cock, her legs trembling around my hips.
“Yes, Jerimiah. Yes.”
“Yes to being my girl?”
She nods into my neck, gasping, her fingers twisting in my T-shirt.
“And I’m your man, Birdie. Not going to ask for a yes on that—it’s true whether you say it or not. I’m fucking yours,” I say into her ear. “I’ll paint your walls and fuck your body and kick down every door in your way. Just be mine.”