can’t. I can’t break her gaze. I pick up my pace and brutally fuck into her greedy cunt, again and again. A strangled cry of pleasure escapes her lips as her thighs tremble and her nails dig into my back, leaving small scratches behind. I feel her walls tighten and I know she’s close. She’s so close, and so am I.
I suck her nipple into my mouth and pull back. My teeth bite down enough to hold on as I pull back. Her back bows off the bed as I do the same to the other breast. My breathing comes in pants and so does hers. It's all I can hear. It's all that matters right now.
I pick up my pace and gently kiss her lips. It's soft, and our lips barely touched, but it feels like more. Her lips stay parted as she moans my name. “Please, please,” she keeps begging me, and I thrust harder and deeper every time, but I know this isn't what she's begging for. It only fuels me to hold her closer and kiss her more deeply, searching for the same feeling. I give her everything I have.
Her body tries to twist away beneath me as she calls out my name. My name. It sounds perfect coming from her lips. I slip my hands under her knees and push them forward. Her head thrashes as I fuck deep into her pussy. My hips smack against hers with each brutal thrust. Faster and harder until I can feel the highest peak. It's so close.
“Tommy!” she cries out as her body shakes uncontrollably. My name on her lips. I'll never stop loving that. It just sounds too perfect.
My spine tingles at the base, and a cold sweat breaks out over my entire body as I pump into her three more times, chasing that high that I always get with her. And then her eyes close, and her body trembles beneath me with her own orgasm. I find my release with her, lowering my head to her neck and breathing in her sweet scent.
After a moment, when the high of our release dies, the pounding need of my heart slows, and I realize it’s over.
That was the last time.
Tommy
Tommy
I know when I let go, I’ll never hold her again. She’s lying still in my arms, thinking the same, I’m sure.
So I don’t move. I pretend there’s no reason for her to leave my embrace. That there’s nothing waiting for either of us beyond these walls.
But I’m weak. I’m the weaker of the two of us, because she’s the first to speak.
“Thank you,” she murmurs without looking at me. She’s thanking me, like I did her a favor. Like she didn’t feel that. She didn’t feel the same emotions I felt between us. I rest my head just above hers on the pillow.
“Don’t thank me. Don’t degrade what just happened like that.” The words come out harsher than I intended.
Her shoulders turn inward like she’s cowering from my hard words. I wanna tell her I love her. But it’ll only make it harder. After a minute, she molds her body against me again and relaxes in my embrace. I kiss her hair, and just as I lose my resolve and decide I should risk it all and tell her, I hear my front door open.
My blood turns to ice. I move quickly to get to the other side of Tonya, to block her from whoever just came into my place uninvited. A million possibilities race through my mind. It could be the cops coming to get me for something, a rival prick trying to prove he’s tougher than me. For all I know, I could be on someone’s hit list. I open my drawer for my gun. But then I hear Anthony’s voice as he calls out, “Tommy! Where are you, bro?” My heart only races faster as I look between Tonya and the closed bedroom door.
“Wait here,” I whisper to Tonya as she stares at the closed door with fear.
“Coming!” I yell out to him before leaning down and kissing her.
“Yo! We gotta talk!” I hear Anthony yell, and I resist the urge to hold her longer and finally back away.
I grab my pants and shove them on as quick as I can. I can't let him back here. I can't let him see her.
By the time I get to my living room, I’m pissed and aggravated. And worried. I breathe out slowly as I see Anthony