Page 83 of It Hurts Me
My thoughts had been in a lot of places at once, not on sex, so I’d forgotten a crucial component to our reunion.
She seemed to read the hesitation in my eyes. “I’m on the pill.”
I’d only been with one woman bareback…and that was a long time ago.
“And I got tested the other day,” she said. “But if you’re not comfortable, it’s okay.”
My arms scooped behind her knees, and I positioned her underneath me as my mouth sealed over hers once more. The kiss burned even hotter now that I knew where it would lead, when I would feel her with nothing in between us.
She seemed to feel the same way because her nails clawed at my back before I was even inside her. She even panted in my mouth between our kisses like we were already engaged in our sexy dance.
I directed my head to her entrance and felt the wet kiss of her body, the slickness that coated my skin at the first touch. Warm, tight, anxious…it was a whole different experience. An experience that surpassed my one-night stands and the sex I’d paid for. I pushed until I burrowed my head inside and then sank. “Fuck…” It wasn’t just slick and tight–it was intimate.
The most intimate I’d been with anyone in a long time.
I pressed as far as I could, almost balls deep, listening to her suck in a deep breath when it hurt.
She gave a small wince that looked so sexy as her nails dug in like anchors on the sea floor.
I withdrew slightly so she could relax, removing myself for a moment until I slid back inside, coated in her slickness, my girth squeezed by her tightness. It was so different from the last time we were together that it felt like the first time.
She could feel it too, her breaths shaky and accompanied by sexy little whimpers.
Slow and easy was the most I could do, my face just inches above hers, turned on by her reaction alone.
Her hands squeezed my thick arms before her nails dug into my flesh again. Then she gripped my shoulders, drove her fingers into my hair, touched me everywhere as she took my thickness over and over. The women who were paid to be with me wanted me, but Astrid touched me like she needed me. Her eyes were always affectionate. She was always desperate, like I was the only man in the world who could fix her problems.
It was so good I wasn’t sure if I would ever get used to it, feeling her creamy flesh encased around my length, her grip tighter than the body of a viper. My hips started to thrust harder on their own, my dick taking the reins from my mind because he had the most blood of the two of us.
Once I was inside her, all I wanted to do was come, come like a teenage boy who was feeling a woman for the first time. The hormones were stronger, the desperation at its peak. It must be because it was skin to skin…or maybe it was another reason.
Her hand went to my ass and tugged me inside. “It’s okay.”
A burst of pleasure shot up my spine at her words, my dick even harder at her request to fill her. She watched my struggle and my restraint, saw the red tint in my face, the way I pushed through the sex rather than fucked her like I normally did.
I couldn’t deny the invitation, not when the feel of her sex was so damn good. It was all I could think about, head high in the clouds, the desire making my dick so stiff it hurt. After a couple thrusts, I released, a heavy growl coming from my throat.
Her nails dug into my ass, and she pulled on me hard, wanting all of my dick as I came inside her like it turned her on to watch me fill her.
There was no greater pleasure than to come inside a woman, and I’d forgotten how good it was. To give my seed to a woman so anxious to receive it. To feel her warmth sheath me in gratitude.
Her nails loosened on my ass, her little body still folded with her flexibility.
I filled her with a load, but my dick was still stiff as a tree trunk. Still at attention and ready to serve. I started to rock into her again, but this time, I gave it to her hard, prepared to make up for that poor performance.
She gave the sexiest moan when she felt me blast off, her nails dragging down my chest as I fucked her just the way she liked, hitting my pelvic bone right against her clit.
Her skin glowed and her eyes watered. Her forehead shone with sweat even though she was only lying there and enjoying it. “Yes…” One hand went to my ass, and she clenched it with her sharp nails, pushing her body back into mine so our skin slapped against each other as we fucked.
The skin of her neck and face turned bright red, and her eyes started to glisten with impending tears. She was almost there, right at the edge, about to be swept away in the euphoria my dick was desperate to give her. “Theo.” She whispered my name with her eyes closed, then she opened them again to lock her stare on me.
“Come on, sweetheart.” I already wanted to come inside her again, her pussy the smoothest scotch I’d ever tasted, the best cigar I’d ever smoked.
She started with a quiet moan, but once the fuse was lit, her moan got louder, her clenched eyes releasing tears on each side. Her body gripped mine with an iron fist, and she came all over my dick, sheathing me in her cream and her warmth, saying my name with a voice that cracked.
Her sexy little performance pushed me over the edge, and I came with a grunt, filling her little pussy again, dumping another load of my desire in her tightness where it belonged. This time, my dick started to soften because he needed to reload.
But when I tried to pull away, she held on to my ass. “I want to do it again.”