hard kiss, born of need—weeks of need.
My crown instinctively finds her hot, wet opening, and I jerk my hips forward to give her an inch.
“Ooh,” she says as I stretch her open. She wiggles beneath me, but I need to take it slow. I don’t want her sore. I don’t want her to feel anything but pleasure. “Christian,” she murmurs, and I revel in the sound as I slide in a little deeper.
“You good?”
“So good,” she purrs, and rakes her fingers through my hair. Her hips move and I bite the inside of my cheek to keep it together. “More, please.”
I slide deeper, and deeper, until I’m buried inside her, every inch squeezed by her hot tight muscles. I don’t move when I hit her cervix, I don’t even breathe. I want to stay like this for an extra second and bask in the intense pleasure prowling through my veins, and try not to come as it tugs my balls.
“You are so goddamn tight, this is going to be hard for me,” I admit.
She chuckles slightly. “Hard being the key word here, Christian.”
Her teasing brings a laugh to my lips and it’s funny, really. I’ve never laughed during sex before.
“It’s okay if you don’t last,” she says, and cups my cheeks. I frown at her, because it’s not okay at all. “I probably won’t come again.”
“What makes you say that?”
“I don’t think I…can.”
“Mind if I try?”
She smiles. “Not at all. Don’t feel bad if I don’t, though, because we can do it again later.”
I smile and kiss her. “Yeah, we can, can’t we?”
Her grin falls, and she orders in a commanding voice, “Now fuck me, Christian.”
My head rears back and I stare at her for a long second, then I laugh. “Okay then. The woman gets what the woman wants.” I take her hands, knowing how she likes when I restrain her, I put them above her head and hold them there. Her chest heaves with approval, her breathing growing a little rough. I pull almost all the way out and with one quick thrust, fill her again. Her mouth and eyes open wide, but no sound comes. Yeah, that’s it. That’s exactly what it’s going to take to make her come again. She’d better hang on for the ride.
I move my hips, my pelvis stroking her clit with each thrust, and she lays there immobile, like she no longer remembers how to move, but that’s okay. I’m happy to take over. I pound into her, hitting her cervix with each thrust and her eyes gloss over with pleasure. I take it she’s never had a full-body orgasm before. That changes now.
“Christian…” she whimpers as my balls ache, needing release, but I hold on. Right now, this is all about her. She grows wetter, and my cock slides in and out, pushing her open, stretching her with each thrust. I let one hand go, and reposition to apply constant pressure to her clit.
She begins to chant my name, and her hand goes to my back. Her nails drag skin as she claws at me, like she’s struggling for something to grasp on to, something to ground her, but I don’t want her grounded, I want her to fly because I’ll be here to catch her. She’s safe with me and she needs to know that.
“I’ve got you, Maize.” I slide one hand around her back, and hold her to me, our chests pressed together as I fuck her hard and stroke her clit. “Let go, I’ve got you.”
A cry escapes her lips and her pussy clenches so hard around my cock, I swear to God, I nearly black out. I take a few fast breaths as her hot juices sear my dick, a sweet torturous heat that teases my own release. I push deep, and unable to hold back for one more second, I spill my seed into my condom, wishing for the first time in my entire life, there wasn’t a barrier separating us.
“Sweet Jesus,” I murmur as our bodies quake together, moisture sealing us as one, as I collapse on top of her. I find her mouth, kiss her deeply, and snuggle into her, unable to get close enough. We hold onto one another, and with my cock still buried inside her, her small chuckle reverberates through me. I lift my head, angle it, when I see the corners of her mouth turning up. “Something funny?” I ask, this strange lightness inside me, bringing on my own laugh.
She