Now?
“You stopped moving,” I remind him. I squirm underneath him, and he pulls his lips away, his jaw clenched.
Oh. He’s having some trouble.
His hands brace my hips, settling me. “Please come now,” he tells me, “because when I start moving and you have an orgasm, I’m finished.”
“So?” I frown. “We can do it again after. I’ll blow—” His hand rises to my mouth, silencing my words.
“We won’t have time. Ry…” he pauses to catch himself. “People are coming home from the gym in a half hour.”
He removes his hand. I’m grimacing. I can’t help it. “You almost said his name. And now you want me to come?”
He moves his hips just slightly and the pressure of his cock numbs my body and clears my head. “Ahhhhh…” I moan into my arm.
“Come,” Lo commands, kind of meanly.
“You’re mean,” I mutter into my pillow, my cheek smashed into it.
His lips brush my ear. “I said please first. You just didn’t listen.” He combs my hair back out of my face, and my legs stay tightly wrapped around his waist. And then his hands descend to my shirt. It’s ripped open before I have any say in the matter.
Still no reluctance in his movements.
He stares at my bra like it accosted him.
“Looks like you’re not the Hulk,” I say into a smile.
His eyes flit to mine, humorless, and then he pulls the bra up to my chin, my breasts popping out. Shit. I go to restrain them, partly just to rile him, but he beats me to it. He grabs my wrists and hoists them over my head, and as he does so, his pelvis moves and I crumble underneath him.
My moans are soft and sound more like whining than actual noises of pleasure. Lo lets out a heavy breath and clenches his teeth like he’s struggling to control himself.
Coming sounds very blissful right now. I’m not sure I could do it without his help though. I think he knows this. His tongue grazes my hardened nipple and I try to jerk forward, but his large, heavy body holds me still to the bed.
It doesn’t take much to get me off.
He sucks gently on the small bud and then lifts his head. “Just think about my cock, love,” he says. “It’s waiting, very fucking impatiently, for you. Can’t you feel it?”
Yes. I feel very, very full.
I repeat his words in my head and focus on his thickness. My heat spasms, and I clench tightly. He takes one hand off my wrists and lowers it to my clit, rubbing me so quickly that I cry out. The whole world rotates, and I lie back, barely hanging onto his motionless body as I ride the waves of pleasure that pound into me. One after the other. Over and over again. Until my clit is too tender to the touch, causing me to shake when he brushes against it.
He pulls his hand away and leans in to kiss my neck, my breathing too ragged for him to kiss my lips. He sucks gently, then forcibly, and he begins to rock into me again, building up my arousal once more.
When I catch my breath, he presses his forehead to mine and he thrusts. Strong, rhythmic movements that steal my oxygen every few seconds. His lips are so close that we could kiss, but he keeps them apart. I can feel his breath entering mine and mine his.
His hands cup the top of my head and he starts to pump faster and harder, until we’re both on the same high, trying to reach the same blistering climax together.
{ 24 }
0 years : 07 months
March
LOREN HALE
I pull my pants up and watch Lily tuck a pillow underneath her chin. Her eyes follow my movements as much as mine follow hers. I’m not sure if it’s fear or love that keeps our gazes matched. Maybe a mixture of both.
I tug at a tangled throw blanket on the bed, about to fold it, and a comic book suddenly tumbles to the floor. When I bend to pick it up, Lily springs off the mattress and snatches the comic first. My black button-down hangs on her body like a dress, stopping mid-thigh, but her breasts are exposed when she shifts certain ways.
My eyes flash from her nipple to her hands, shielding the comic behind her back.
“That’s my comic.” I don’t ask.
Her red face answers my question before her words do. “Do you remember that time we had sex and it was so good that I didn’t ask for anymore?”
“You mean five minutes ago?”
She nods. “Yeah, well, um…turns out we may have been doing it on one of your comics. Whichjustmakesitmoreawesome!” She slurs the last part together, and I have to piece it apart slowly.
“Which one?” I can already feel my glare. I try, pretty poorly, to suppress it.