“Tell me you’re on some kind of birth control,” he groans into my chest.
I look down at him, the question sobering me slightly. It’s not something I’d ever thought too much about. Anyone I’ve ever been with, they suit up. I don’t know where their bits and bobs have been. The ability to get knocked up is not something I need to concern him with right now either. So, instead of saying any kind of moment-dampening truth, I opt to brush over it. The need to feel him inside of me again is all too consuming.
I nod, answering his concern, and then smile wide. “Henry, get that cock inside me right now, or so help me Godessesssssss—”
My demand is cut short because he started moving at my nod. The head of his cock pushes into me with ease. Between the attention his fingers were showing me and the way my pussy seems to spill for this man, the glide is smooth and salacious.
He holds himself inside of me. Buried deep, our hips meet, and I feel the dual sensation of pain and pleasure. I struggle with taking a breath. The intrusion needs accommodating, and my body is savoring the pressure. I would have thought I’d be ready for the size of him, but still, it takes me a moment.
I exhale a shaky breath a moment later. “I’m okay. You can move.”
He drops a kiss onto my neck. Just that action sends another jolt of pleasure through every limb. I find his mouth and kiss him, our tongues meeting and dancing together briefly. Dragging his cock out of me, he looks down between us, making me whimper. But he wastes no time, slamming back into me with a groan.
I laugh after a moan escapes me. It’s practically a giggle. I might be delirious right now. The mood he’s giving me. The way he feels above me. The way he’s watching and studying as his cock sinks into me, as if it’s the best porn he’s ever seen.
“What’s so funny, Pixie?” he says, low and gruff.
“How much you’re obsessed with me right now.”
He mumbles something to himself, and then says, “You better fucking hold on to those sheets, because I’m going to fuck you hard now.” He pauses, staring into my eyes with a searing look. “And, Pixie, you better not be quiet.” Leaning his head down, he takes my nipple into his mouth, sucking hard and leaving a small bite as his mouth retreats.
“Now be a good girl and open those knees nice and wide for me.”
And with that, he lifts himself up and leans back on his knees. With my ass resting on his thighs, he tilts my lower half upwards in one fluid motion, holding underneath my thighs to gain the right leverage. I lift my arms over my head and grab onto the pillows that have shifted behind me.
I watch him as he looks down at where we’re connected. It’s fucking addictive to see the lust, the want, the palpable hunger, painted all over his face. Just as I move my eyes lower to catch a glimpse of his sculpted shoulders, he slams into me. Tip to root, and my pussy grips his cock like it’s found its perfect counterpart. That’s how it feels. Like he fits me completely. Fully. It feels so decadently good.
He pulls back again, achingly slow. His cock drags out of me and my body protests. A small whine slips out.
He grins at me. “Tell me how good that feels.”
He moves back into me with a languid push. He’s playing with me now.
“It feels…” I say with an exhale.
Pulling out, he then slams into me. I can only yell, “Fuck!”
He’s in control right now. I’ve given that to him and he’s reveling in it. The way he’s taking charge of what he wants. The way he owns every inch of my body, my pleasure.
I move one of my hands down my body, over my tits, and right to my clit. But before I can even brush it, he swats my hand away.
“Hands off, Pixie. That pussy is mine.”
“Then don’t disappoint her.” I raise my eyebrow to challenge him. That seems to do it. The long game he was playing has fallen to the side.
Just a few words make this man detonate.
It’s my superpower.
He hoists my legs higher. Lifts higher onto his knees, and with it, my bottom half, and driving into me.
Hard.
I nearly black out on the third thrust. But instead of tipping over the edge, he pulls out of me quickly, moves down the mattress, and covers his mouth over where we were just connected.
“Holy shit!” I gasp as he drags me down to the edge of the bed as if I weigh nothing. I don’t know what this pixie shit is all about, but I’m not a tiny person. He’s just so much bigger than most people.
He drives three fingers into me before I even know what’s happening, and I moan, long and loud. His mouth clenches on me. Licking. Sucking. And with a growl, he bites my clit. I scream, and then I see stars. My mind hasn’t caught up with the fact that an orgasm has blanketed my body. An orgasm that absolutely rocks my entire being. Everything tingles and just as I feel the thump of my clit, it registers that I’m being moved again.