When he pauses, I shift my weight and throw a leg over him, managing to roll him onto his back and get on top of him, where I straddle his waist, enjoying the view of his handsome face and impressive chest. The thick rigidity of his cock presses up against his jeans, and as soon as I become aware of it, I feel desperate.
I make quick work of his belt, open the button on his jeans, and pull his zipper down like I’m in a race. He lifts his hips and helps me push his pants and underwear down, but neither of us bother pushing them very far. The skirt I’m wearing is already riding halfway up my thighs. Frenzied, I push it up to my waist and pull my panties aside, too impatient to take them off.
I’m about to sink down on his cock when he stops me, murmuring, “Condom.” He twists his massive torso, reaching the box from the drawer of his night table, and quickly unrolls the rubber over his length.
“Now, baby girl.”
Baby girl.He never called me that before.
Duke’s fist is wrapped around the base of his cock, holding it steady so that I can mount him. I’m so wet, and he groans, his eyes going shut when I start to take him inside me.
“You feel so fucking good, baby. Take it in. Take all of my big cock.”
His dirty talk takes me by surprise too, and I love it.
I let gravity take me down, and oh god, no wonder. No wonder I’ve been so miserable. This is part of what I’ve been missing.
“That’s it, baby girl. Fuck my cock,” he commands when I start to rise. His thumb finds my clit and he rubs it as I move on him. Once I’m steady, I go faster, and faster.
“Unh. Oh god. Oh god!” I’ve been on the verge since we started kissing, so it doesn’t take much to set me off. Sparks ignite behind my eyelids and I let go, grinding down against him as my pussy throbs in release.
He waits for me to cross the peak and start to descend, but he doesn’t wait long. Keeping his cock inside me, he twines our bodies together and flips us over, so that I’m now lying on my back, Duke’s body hovering over me, shielding me from everything else in the world.
His eyes shine with a wild glint when he tells me, “Find something to hold onto.”
He’s the nearest thing, so I grab onto his shoulder, but I also stretch an arm overhead and manage to get hold of the upper edge of his mattress.
Never losing eye contact, Duke slides his cock nearly out of me and then purposefully pushes back in. He doesn’t say a word now, but communicates with his eyes and his motions, and what he’s saying is intense. He lets some of his weight rest on me, and the friction created as our bodies come together over and over is everything.
He starts to fuck me harder and faster, and I find out why I was told to hang on. Our bodies move together as the bed shakes in rhythm with his thrusts. If I was outside myself watching this, I might think it would hurt, but it feels so good. So incredibly good.
I approach another orgasm, but it doesn’t burst out of me this time. Instead, I ride right along the edge of it, dimly aware of Duke starting to go inside himself as he keeps pounding into me.
He grunts a warning, “Autumn, I’m gonna come,” and something in my heart thrills at hearing my name on his lips. I’m not just random sex; I’m not just some girl. He’s with me, and I’m with him.
His body tenses, and I watch his face contort into beautiful agony until I’m finally overtaken, and I join him at the climax. We cry out together as waves and waves of relief and release pass through me, binding me to him and to this moment.
I float away for a moment, but I come back, safe in his arms, surrounded by him, and I’m overcome with the beauty of it all.
“What’s the matter?” Duke wipes at my cheek and the corner of my eye, and I feel wetness there. “Why are you crying?”
“I don’t know.” Now that he’s brought my attention to it, I realize more tears are coming, and I had no warning, and I seem to have no control over them.
“Did I hurt you?”
His wounded tone of voice is what hurts me. I shake my head quickly. “No, no, it all felt amazing.”
The creases in his forehead smooth out, but he still looks concerned. “Can I do anything for you?”
“Just hold me.”
He gathers me into his arms with such care and warmth that more tears come, and I realize that I’m just overflowing with emotion, which I guess is essentially all tears ever are. I’m not sad, though. Mostly.
My heart is more full than it’s been in weeks, but it’s still not quite whole. Being with Duke is incredible, but it doesn’t feel complete. Something’s missing. Three someones are missing.
I’m incredibly happy right now, yet I’m afraid I’ll never be fully happy again. I’m broken. Unable to be content in the arms of just one wonderful man.
He holds me until I drift off, but I don’t think much time passes, because I wake up to Duke laying gentle kisses on my cheek and shoulder. “Are you hungry, or would you like to keep sleeping?” he whispers.