legs with my knees and settle between her thighs.
Slipping a hand down between her tits, Misty's mouth opens slightly, chest lifting as her back arches off the bed. She lets out a rush of air that's soft, barely audible, but I can hear her. Her silent gasp is all I need. I don't need her voice; words aren't necessary when she's wearing her desire like a sensual cloak.
She wants my cock. She needs my cock. And if she tries to resist, her body will overthrow her mind.
My hand keeps moving down her stomach, and her muscles quake as I slip below her bellybutton and palm her pussy.
“Mm,” she moans, clutching the blanket at her sides. Bending her legs, her knees grip me around the hips, and she grinds her pussy up into my hand.
Smiling down at her, I kiss the side of her neck, and whisper in her ear. “Tell me what you want.”
“What do you mean?” she asks, her eyes finding mine, partially dazed and curious.
Her entire body is wriggling, moving against the blanket like it's water. Her ass is shifting side to side, her hips lift up, pussy desperate to be touched. Her feet keep slipping back and forth, chest expanding with sharp breaths.
“Can't you feel it? Your body is giving you the answer. I just want to hear you say it. I want to hear it for myself.”
Misty licks her lips, reaching up with one hand to softly brush back the hair from my face. “You want me to tell you to fuck me.”
“Wrong,” I say, my voice low, thick, demanding the right answer. Taking her hand, I pull it away from my face, and kiss her knuckles. Tipping my head, I say it again. “Tell me what you want.”
Her eyes flick between mine, and I see the recognition in her face. “I want you,” she says, her lips softening as she bats her lashes. “I want you, Nick.”
“That's better, that's the answer I was looking for.”
Dipping my fingertips into the edge of her shorts, she lifts her hips, and I shimmy them down her legs. Peeling her shirt over her head, she drops it the floor.
She looks like a fucking goddess—my goddess.
Her skin is warm to the touch as I run my hand down her ribs. Reaching her thigh, I glide my fingertips across her lower belly, and slip a finger down through her pussy lips. She's soaking wet.
Circling her clit, she opens her legs wide, and rolls her hips. She's ready for me. I can see it as her body moves like a wave, rolling, rocking, shaking with anticipation. Pulling my cock free, I stroke it from tip to base.
Misty nibbles her bottom lip as she watches me. I love the way she's watching me, the way her eyes can't stop staring at my dick, and her pussy gets wetter and wetter as I finger her and stroke my cock.
Dipping my finger in her entrance, I bring my finger to my mouth and suck her arousal off. She's tastes incredible.
Bending to the floor, I grab a condom from my wallet, and slip it over my cock. I can't wait any longer, I need her before I fucking explode.
I press inside her slowly, and her pussy clenches around my shaft. Stilling above her, I look down at her. Her eyes are on me, and she drives her hands into my hair as I pull back and thrust back in.
This feels different than the other night. It isn't wild and lawless. It's sensual, tender, fueled by more than just lust. This is deeper. I can feel her in my chest, in the air I breathe, in my veins as my muscles tense, and in her pussy as she meets my pace.
Her tits rub against my chest, nipples firming as I fuck her with more power. I throw my hips forward, slamming deep inside her. I pull out to the ridge of my tip, and her pussy squeezes around me.
Slamming my cock back inside her, I groan loud as my balls tighten and I come hard. My cock pulses, filling the condom. Misty's body stills, and goosebumps jump down her skin.
Everything right now feels so much more intense. My heart is racing, my pulse is going crazy, and my body is on fire.
Our eyes lock, and in that moment everything changes.
I see her. I feel her.
And we both feel us.
7
Nick
“We're all set,” I say, slapping the oven in the kitchen.
Lewis throws up both hands and claps them happily