Shay wraps her arms around my shoulders and tightens until her embrace hurts. I enjoy the pain. It means for fucking once she isn’t thinking. She’s feeling now.
I smile at how her body opens up to me. My cock thrusts easily into her now relaxed pussy and she grins when my lips leave hers.
“Hold on, Shay,” I whisper, propping myself over her. “Time to enjoy the ride.”
14
Shay
Riding the Machine
Ford looks fierce thrusting hard into me. His powerful chest is covered in dark hair and his arms with tattoos. He’s a fucking machine and my hips can’t keep up with his speed and power.
My body is mush now, but I want more. I’m past able to form words beyond his name and a select few profanities. Fuck is a favorite as he makes me come again. Makes is the right word too. I’m not in control here. Ford is the one driving us past pleasure into pure decadence. He won’t stop and I don’t want him to. I just hold on and enjoy the ride.
Every time I think Ford has come for the last time and can’t fuck me again, he’s hard and filling me. I don’t know how much time has passed when he relents long enough to walk to the kitchen and find us drinks. Chilling in bed, I watch him return and admire his hard body. Everything on him is thick and hard. I gaze at his cock and smile. I’ve never really looked at a man naked before. Every guy before was a quickie in a car. My first naked guy is a ripped specimen.
Ford hands me a can of soda then sits on the edge of the bed and runs his fingers from my shoulder along my hip to my knee. I shiver under his touch then gulp down as much soda as I can before rolling over to face him lounging against the headboard.
When Ford studies me, I sense he’s finally tired. I want to say something, but nothing sounds right in my head. We remain quiet with the only sounds coming from the heater and an autumn light rain.
Finishing his drink, Ford stands and drags a blanket from the floor. I watch him return to bed and cover us both.
“If you disappear on me tonight, I’ll hold a grudge,” he says, relaxing his head on two pillows.
“I don’t think I can move my hips.”
His thumb caressing my lips, he smiles. “That was the plan.”
Sucking at his thumb, I wish I could think of something sexy to say. Ford doesn’t want words though. He wants me in his bed in the morning. I nearly laugh at his concern. No way will I leave this man who saw me completely exposed and only wants more. Maybe tomorrow with the sun up, my common sense will return. For tonight, I pretend Crawford Reed is mine and I get to keep him.
15
Shay
Best Alarm Clock
I dream of Ford moving inside me. My body aches in the dream and still aches once I’m awake. Next to me, Ford sleeps like a rock. He never moves. Even when I climb out of bed to use the restroom down the hall, I return to find him in the same position. One arm rests over his face, the other across his chest. He’s only covered from his hips down and I shiver at the sight of his thick pubic hair peeking from under the blanket.
Resting next to him, I study his ribcage where a pinup girl tattoo looks back at me. She’s wearing an eye patch and short red dress. The chick is all curves and I remember how nervous I was about Ford finding me unattractive. If he did, the guy’s an ace liar.
I snuggle closer to Ford and think about the dull pain between my legs. I’m scared to sleep, mostly because of what awaits me in the morning. Will Ford be as amazing in the bright light of the day? Will the magic of this night fade away?
Stressing myself, I watch Ford’s chest rise and fall in a slow steady pace. He’s sound asleep and fully relaxed. I want to be the same, so I match my breathing to his until my eyes grow heavy. My last thought before sleep takes me is what will Ford taste like in the morning.
He tastes like mint.
Ford wakes me gently. His fingers sliding along my warm body while his lips suck at my throat. I struggle to open my eyes and his soft touch isn’t helping. Relaxing under his affections, I stare at him through heavy lids.
“Morning,” I mumble.
Ford kisses me awake. Soft at first then with more hunger. I doubt I can endure sex when I’m tender from the vigorous efforts last night. I’m wrong.
Ford is in no hurry. He teases me until I’m wet enough for one finger to fill me then a second. I moan against his lips and wrap him tighter in my arms. Even half asleep, I want him.
“Shay,” he says. “Do you see me?”
Opening my eyes, I’m more asleep than I think. He isn’t looking to fuck an unconscious chick.
“You look amazing in the morning,” I mumble, smiling.
Ford grins then removes his fingers from my pussy and sucks them clean. “You taste amazing in the morning.”