Because I wanted it too much.
“You want me to fuck you?” he asked, his cheek close to mine as he teased my ear between his teeth. Fire roared through me.
“Yes, I want you. Now.”
He hesitated, and my mind cleared just enough to say more.
“I’m on the pill. Please, just fuck me.”
His groan was deep and guttural, and for a moment, I thought he might resist. I thought he might pull back, leave me there panting on his living room floor, wet and wanting.
Leave me wondering what it would be like to have him inside me—just like he’d done years before when we’d come so close but never gone all the way together.
Instead, he leaned on an elbow, just enough to push his boxers to the floor. But he was still in that crisp, pressed white button up, his ass naked, his cock erect and pressing against me.
“Are you sure?” he asked, taking himself in one hand. He waited, leaning back, teasing it back and forth on my slit. Waiting for permission.
Waiting for the green light to plunge inside me, in the way I’d dreamt of for years.
“Yes,” I said, finally yanking one hand free of his grasp. My hand trailed down the muscular curve of his back, until I could cup his ass and pull him against me. “I want you,” I said.
He repositioned himself over me, his cock at my wet, slick entrance. I curled my legs around his hips, as if to hold him, as if to be sure he wouldn’t retreat.
I needn’t have worried. He pushed in with one deep, strong thrust, and then stilled.
I gasped out, a wave of pleasure flooding through me as he filled me. He was so thick and full I wasn’t sure I could take any more, but as he withdrew, the aching emptiness was too much. I pulled him back against me with my legs.
He thrust forward, and then again and again, and each time I was pressed into the carpet, pleasure spiked. Built. He grunted. “God, you feel good,” he said, his breathing getting ragged as he pulled back and thrust forward again.
My sight was dotted with stars, and it was all I could do to gasp for breath.
I’d spent years imagining what it would be like to be fucked by this man, and everything I’d imagined, everything I’d wanted, couldn’t hold a candle to the real thing.
He grabbed my hips and yanked me upwards, so that I was rolled back on my shoulders and my hips were at a new angle as he slid my ankles over his shoulder.
As he thrust into me again, I gasped. His cock hit even deeper, now, spiking a wave of pleasure I didn’t know was possible.
I dropped my hands, burying them in the carpet and gripping the floor, trying to hold myself together. Trying to calm the wave threatening to crash over me.
“You feel so fucking good,” he said, his voice hardly more than a grunt as he continued to plunge in and out, his skin flushed, his eyes an ever-deepening pool of molten heat.
He finally let go my other hand, leaning forward. My ankles were still looked over his shoulders, so it nearly bent me in half, but somehow felt even better, pushing me closer and closer to the edge.
“Oh god,” he said, his mouth turning desperate against my neck, biting and sucking and swirling, his mouth and his rhythm growing faster, more aggressive.
I raked my fingers across his back as a wave of heat pulsed and grew. My cries got louder, my moans growing desperate.
“I’m going to come,” he said, his hips bucking wildly against me as one hand buried into my hair, twisting around his fist.
I found my wave as he bucked hard against me. His long, thick cock throbbed inside me just as I gasped out, my own pleasure washing over me.
It lasted for what seemed like an eternity, a throbbing, crashing pleasure as he collapsed on me, sweaty and hot.
Silence won out, the only sounds that of my pulse throbbing in my ears, and his steady, quiet breathing. I closed my eyes, wanting to sink into the carpet, so blissful I could almost fall asleep. I wasn’t sure how long we lay like that, me so out of focus I’d practically forgotten my own name.
Finally, he shifted, his cock slipping out of me. And like that I was awake again, mourning the loss of him.
“My god that was good,” he murmured against my neck, kissing me softly.
“Mmhmmm,” I said, still too relaxed to want to move.
He lay against me, wrapping me up against him as he reached for a blanket behind him, half-slung across the couch. He slid it over my body, wrapping me up against him.
“We’re going to need to move, eventually,” he said, but his voice was so relaxed, so totally at peace, I didn’t even shift an inch.
I was laying on my back, with his leg slung over mine. His arm crossed my body, and his still erect cock pressed into my hip.
“We’ll move after round two,” I finally said.
His cock throbbed against me in response.
Chapter 5