In response, she wound her arm up around my neck until her short fingernails scratched against my scalp. “Really good,” she muttered, her voice tight and strained. “More.”
I released my grip on her hip and traced my fingers down her soft, rounded belly before coming to rest against the trimmed patch of hair atop her mound, tapping my middle finger against her clit as I thrust hard, until I was buried to the hilt and fighting for control as Josie gasped and shook. I slipped my other arm around her to pillow her head while I gripped one of her soft breasts in my big, rough hand. A soft sigh escaped her as she arched against me, pushing her ass against my driving cock while her breasts pressed harder into my seeking hand.
This wasn’t just fucking, I thought feverishly as I ran my nose along the fragrant flesh behind her ear. Josie and I—we were making love, and it was new for me, something I had never done with another woman. Not even Marnie, my first real love. What Josie and I shared was new and different, like a thousand silken threads, fine as a whisper and strong as steel, connecting our hearts and bodies and minds.
“You look so fucking beautiful like this.” I licked up her neck and bit into her earlobe as my fingers found her clit again and pinched it gently. She contracted hard around me with a gasp. “Just gorgeous.”
“That thing you’re doing,” she breathed as she released her arm from around my neck and reached back to dig her fingernails into my ass, “do not stop.”
I huffed a breathy chuckle into her neck and thrust again, grinding deep. “I definitely won’t.”
We moved together slowly at first, our rhythm relaxed and undemanding, suffused with a sweetness that I knew I would never forget. But as that friction between us increased and the hot, slippery grip of her pussy tightened and fluttered around me, I lost that careful control and pulled out, rolling to my back as I hauled her on top of me. Josie didn’t miss a beat, reaching between us to position my shaft at her entrance and sheathe me all the way to my base. Her hands landed on my chest and she gripped at the dark hair that dusted my pectorals as she fucked me in a sexy, grinding lap dance.
“Play with my clit,” she demanded harshly.
I licked a thumb and pressed it against the pulsing bud while my other hand slid around to grip her round bottom. My eyes were glued to the sway and bounce of her full tits while behind her, I squeezed and caressed that gorgeous ass.
“That’s it,” I breathed, snapping my hips up to meet her downward strokes. “Fuck my cock, Josie. Use it however you want, however you need. It’s yours.”
We didn’t—couldn’t—last long, both of us already strung too tight from the slow, gentle build of our last position. Her slick internal walls rippled around me as the first sharp waves of her climax hit, and she ground down hard as the tremors rattled up her spine and yanked me over the edge right along with her.
I arched my back with a muttered “Shit,” and Josie just laughed, her hips still moving languidly as if she was trying to pull every last scrap of pleasure from my shaking body.
I love you, I thought helplessly as Josie sagged against my heaving chest. I wrapped my arms around her and held her tightly, and we trembled together with the last shimmering embers of our release.
I love you and you might leave me.
But I didn’t say anything, just pressed a kiss to her shoulder and pulled her in even closer. And let myself hope—for that brief, perfect moment—that maybe she felt the same.