For the past five times, he’d been forced to fuck her from behind.
This time, it wouldn’t be from behind. He’d stare into her eyes and watch her as he fucked her, working his dick deep inside her.
“Noah?”
“It’s fine, baby, I’ve got you. I’ve got this. We’re going to take our time. We’ve got all day.” All night, and the rest of their lives to make it good. He took possession of her lips again, feeling her shake against him. Only, this wasn’t fear. This was something else, and he relished it. He loved the way she held onto his shoulders and the bite of her nails sinking into his flesh.
Biting her lip, he broke the kiss and started to work down her body, getting to her tits. The room was cold, always so fucking cold. Flicking his tongue against the first hardened peak, he teased the other with his fingers, showing them both attention. Sucking the bud into his mouth, he stroked his down her body, caressing her, wanting to feel her come apart from his touch.
Kissing across her chest to her other nipple, he teased the bud, and she arched up. When he bit down, Skye screamed. The noise echoed in the room.
Pressing her tits together, he licked each hardened bud before finally moving down between her thighs.
Yesterday, they had given them the luxury of a sponge bath. It wasn’t much, but it had cleaned away some of their mess.
Opening the lips of her pussy, he stared down at her clit.
No one else had touched her, had tasted her. Only him.
Skye would always be a part of him. When they got out, he would never forget her. They’d shared this, and he would make sure she was happy. He’d spend the rest of his life ensuring it.
“Noah,” she said, wriggling. “What is it?”
“You’ve got the prettiest little pussy.” He stroked a finger between her wet folds, and watched as she arched up. Her legs opened a little wider.
“What are you doing?” she asked.
He smiled. “I’m getting you ready for me, Skye.” Sliding a finger inside her, he felt how wet she was, how ready, and this made him so fucking happy. Adding a second finger into her once virgin hole, he could have danced with joy. She was turned on, aroused.
In and out, he worked his fingers inside her, staring at her wetness on his fingers.
She lifted up, staring down at where his hands were working her.
“What is it? Is that not normal?”
“Oh, this is so fucking normal. You’re wet.” Unable to hold back, he licked her pussy, going from her clit, to her entrance, then back again. Flicking his tongue back and forth over her nub, he heard her moan of pleasure, the release that was so close for her.
Even after everything that had been done to them, she was still able to moan for him. Her body wanted him, and he wanted her. His cock was leaking pre-cum, coating the mattress where they lay.
He held her hips as he continued to tease and stroke her clit, drawing her closer and closer to that pinnacle.
She cried his name, asking for him to not stop. He had no intention of ever stopping, not when it came to her. He wanted to hear her release, to listen to the moan that escaped her lips.
It was a hunger he couldn’t deny himself, not after everything they’d faced together and would continue to do so.
“Fuck, baby, you know what you’re doing to me, don’t you?” he asked.
“Yes, please, I want this. I need this. Please, please,” she said.
He brought her to orgasm with a few strokes of his tongue.
The moment she did, he felt on top of the world. He’d done this. Finally given her pleasure. Finally, he’d given her something, and he was so happy, he couldn’t stop smiling.
When she couldn’t handle any more of his touch, he kissed up her body, taking her lips.
“Do you want me to stop?”
“No. I want to know what it’s really like.”