He leans forward and kisses me again, like he can’t go long without touching my lips. His tongue glides with mine only briefly, just enough to wet our mouths, and make me moan again. This time, as he leans back, he sets one of my legs over his shoulder, holding his cock on the hood of my pussy.
Tap. Tap. Tap.
A scream escapes me as he finally pushes inside. He moans and sucks in a loud breath. I think he may have even blown his own mind, because he pulls back slowly, and then drives forward. Rutting into me as if he can’t get deep enough. That pursuit hits a hidden gem.
“Oh my, my…” I can’t catch my breath to say anything more. My orgasm waiting just off-stage to make her glorious appearance. For her moment. And that moment comes with enthusiasm. Henry shifts his weight, my leg still perched on his shoulder, and lies next to me. He fucks me hard and fast, pulling at my nipple, at my tits. I don’t understand the physics of our position, or how I’m so flexible, just that it feels like every place that could offer satisfaction does. Then he pinches my clit as he thrusts twice more into me, and the exquisite orgasm that billows through my body overwhelms my skin in a thick, dark ripple. All-encompassing. Consuming me. I don’t hear sounds. I can only feel him. And the way my body feels like it’s discovered the warmest breeze, the coolest touch, a steady calm at the center of a chaotic, frantic storm at the edges of my grasp.
My heavy breathing is what I hear first when my ears turn back on. Then moments later, the guttural moan of my man reaching the same level of ecstasy that I just came from. He fucks my pussy with two more thrusts before I feel him pull out of me and splash his cum across my skin. My pussy pulses again as he drags his still-hard cock around.
“You’re so beautiful, Pixie. This, right here. Right now, glistening with sweat and watching my cum drip all over you…” he growls. “It’s fucking perfection.”
I don’t say anything. Instead, I drag my finger into the mess he’s made. Drawing it in circles around my nipples. I watch his face as I’m doing it, and he just stares. With his mouth open, he watches the path of my fingers. No words.
The corner of his mouth tilts up. And his eyes flick up to mine. I yelp as he pulls me up and scoops me into his arms. I laugh uncontrollably.
“Let’s go, my dirty girl. Time to fuck me in the shower,” he says as he carries me into the massive blue bathroom.
“No cuddling?!” I ask sarcastically, unable to stop laughing.
“No fucking cuddling. I need to fuck this perfect little pussy of yours again, so you don’t forget how you owned me tonight.”
39
Henry
The waterfrom the ceiling rain shower trickles drops down our bodies while the jets on the sides douse us with a steadier pressure. The water is cool enough to keep us from overheating, but warm enough to allow us to play in here a little bit longer.
I bend my head down so G can wash the soap out of my hair. Her nails drag along my scalp, and my leg practically shakes involuntarily. I fucked her again as soon as the water turned on and her legs wrapped around my waist. It wasn’t long, but the way she feels and fits me so perfectly is impossible to resist. And I want more. I need more. I want to touch her whenever I want. Kiss her without permission. I want to hear the way she calls me baby when my cock hits her just right. It had me coming much faster than I would have wanted, but I can’t help it. Now that I’ve had her, I have no control.
She’s bewitched me. The idea of never feeling her again, in any way, sexually, or otherwise, is a reality that I can’t accept. I rub her tits with soapy water and appreciate the way her nipples draw taut when I brush a finger across them. Her body responds to my touch, like our skin was meant to collide.
“How do we feel this good together,” she whispers. I’m not sure if she’s really asking or just saying it out loud by accident. She wraps her arms around my neck, which forces me to lean down. She’s so much shorter than I am, and I love the way it feels to have her drape her arms around me. An intimacy that I’ve missed, apparently.
Instead of answering her, I just lean in and kiss her again. She doesn’t want an answer, just confirmation that I agree.
The water cascades down our faces as I kiss her wet mouth, her chin, her neck. I suck on the spot that makes her melt into me. Right below her ear, where the line of lemon blossoms sprawls into her hairline. Her arms snake tighter around my neck, and I savor the neediness of her embrace. I draw lines, numbers, and letters across her back. Through the stream of cooling water.
She pulls back and takes my face into her hand, staring into my eyes, and the unspoken words she’s telling me is all I need to know about how she feels. I kiss her in response, pouring the answers she craves into my lips and tongue in the only way that will make her feel comfortable. The only way she’ll allow right now.
Without much maneuvering, I pull her up and into my arms again. She wraps her legs around my waist, and I push slowly into her pussy. I move us toward the shower wall. No words exchanged, just the movement of the water down our bodies and the driving force of my cock into her welcoming body. She clenches her legs tighter and I drop my head to her neck. The feel of her in my arms is almost more sensual than filling her. The way she drags her hands along my neck, her fingers in my hair, the way her tits feel against my chest.
“You’re going to make me come again, baby.”
“You wait,” I growl into her neck. I want to come with her.
I rut into her deeper, my hips grinding into her body. I feel her clench and it pushes me right to where I want. Right before my orgasm shoots through me.
“That’s it, baby,” she says. “Please…”
I grind into her again, knowing the angle hits her clit just right, and she grinds right back. “Come for me. Now. Fucking come for me, Pixie.”
By the third roll of her hips into mine, she does. With a roar. The woman fucking roars in my ear as if she’s a damn lion. And the sound of it, of her, unleashing while wrapped around me in every way, sets me off.
My balls pull tight and seconds later, I come inside of her. I moan into her neck and then bite her shoulder; I’m so amped up. We pulse around one another. It’s better than any flight I’ve piloted. Mountain I’ve skied. This woman is the best high I’ve ever experienced. It’s the most complete I’ve ever felt. Being with her is the chaos and the calm I’ve been aimlessly and unknowingly searching for.
I know what the plan is. But how the fuck do I go back to my life?
“I know, baby. I know.” She leans her forehead against mine and takes a breath. Then kisses my lips so sweetly, softly. “I know.”