“I want to see your face when I fuck you.”
I don’t dare close my eyes. Blinking almost isn’t an option. Any snarky comment dies when he stops thrusting and starts grinding. Holy fuck. I’m not prepared for this. At all. I’ve never seen anyone look so… primal? Like he wants to… ravage? Consume?
The hand that isn’t holding my head skims my hip and hooks behind my knee, drawing it up until it’s at his ribs, making him go even deeper. I think I may actually implode when this orgasm hits. I can feel it, traveling through my spine, spreading like electric fingers across my skin. I figure I might as well go one step further and rest my ankle on his shoulder.
And there it is. My cells are grenades. My nerve endings blast like tiny land mines, centered in my clit. The tremor in my body is uncontrollable. It’s a whole-system failure. The moan that comes out of me is so loud I scare myself. I’m trying to keep my eyes open, but nothing registers aside from the orgasm.
And Randy keeps going, and going, and going, hips pumping and muscles straining as he holds himself over me. At least I can see again, for now. His jaw is tight, eyes on fire, breath washing over my face in hard pants. He’s so close, still watching me. Jesus. This man sure knows how to fuck.
I think I’m fully recovered from the last orgasm, and another one punches me in the clit. His name comes out all garbled. I latch onto his hair, then worry with my lack of control that I’ll rip it out, so I hold onto his shoulders instead. I can’t rip those off.
His steady thrust turns erratic and harsh, his coordination faltering. His eyes roll up and flutter shut briefly as this sound comes out of him—it’s exactly the noise I’ll associate with man-orgasms for the rest of my life.
When he opens his eyes again, they’re heavy and lust-soaked. He sinks into me, his weight pushing me into the pillows and mattress like he’s trying to get deeper inside, which isn’t possible because I’m as full up as I can get. Lily’s Vagina Emporium is at maximum cock capacity.
Randy’s mouth crashes down on mine, his tongue pushing past my lips. I’m not sure if he’s having a seriously long orgasm, or he’s drawing it out, or he doesn’t want to stop, but he’s still going. He’s changed from thrusting back to a slow hip roll. Eventually he stops moving and breaks the kiss.
He pushes up, the muscles in his arms twitching. “How’s it goin’?” It comes out all gravelly. Even his post-sex voice is hot.
I clear my throat. “Uh, pretty good.”
His eyebrows rise. “Pretty good?”
I blow out a breath. It makes his hair flutter around his face. It’s almost the same length as mine when it’s not up in his little man-bun thingy. I shrug. Well, I try to, but it’s not all that easy with the way I’m lying down, my head half sunk between two pillows. “Yeah, pretty good sounds about right. I’d give that a seven out of ten.”
“Seven?” It sounds like a vulgar expletive.
Oh, God. He looks pissed. This is way too fun. I should probably stop while I’m ahead, but I can’t. “Seven-point-two?”
“Don’t kid yourself, Lily. That was a ten-point-oh. No questions.”
“You think you’re that good a lay, do you?”
“I’m not talking about my performance; I’m talking about yours.” He puts his mouth to my ear. “Oooh, Raaandy.”
It’s actually a decent impression of me, though highly embarrassing.
“But seriously, you had fun?” His fingertips are soft on my cheek.
“Yeah, I had fun.”
He smiles, and it’s beautiful. “Good. That’s what I want. As long as you’re having a good time with me. We’re just going to have some easy fun, okay? If that changes or, like, the sex drops below nine-point-oh or things start getting too intense or whatever, you let me know.”
I think it’s already intense, but I get what he’s saying without him having to spell it out. We’re just enjoying each other, and this—what we’re doing right now—is as far as it’s going to go. Which I already knew.
A knock on the door prevents me from responding.
Randy opens his mouth to speak, so I do the most reasonable thing I can think of: I grab his hair and bring his face to mine. He still tries to talk, but it’s a lot more challenging with my tongue in his mouth.
He doesn’t fight me on the kissing. Instead he starts back up with the humping. I’m not nearly as full as I was before—I’m assuming that’s because he’s getting soft—but it still feels good. I forget there’s a reason for the spontaneous making out until another more-vigorous knock startles me.
“Lily? Are you in there?”
Randy pulls away and grins. I put a hand over his mouth to keep him from talking.
After a few seconds of silence Sunny says, “They’re about to serve dinner.”
Then she’s talking to someone in the hall. “I have no idea. I saw her the last time you saw her. I’m calling her phone.”
“At least she waited until it was over,” Randy whispers from behind my hand.