He pressed his forehead against my belly and sighed. The sound was so wistful, I couldn’t help but run my fingers through his hair, scratching his scalp a little in a manner meant to soothe him.
He stood up then, his expression grim. “I didn’t want to do this. I had reservations for us at Etoile. But you leave me no choice.”
Bending down towards me, I instinctively backed away, but he wrapped an arm around my waist and hauled me up against him, so that the soccer ball I talked about was all mashed up against him.
He was hard. Like super hard. Like his dick was going to rip through his pants hard.
Then he was kissing me and that was all I could think about. How he felt and tasted. How his tongue moved in my mouth, and when it did my stomach plummeted in a way that made me feel like the floor had disappeared and I was free falling.
I missed this. I hadn’t really had it for that long and still I missed it. Because I was pretty sure we should always be kissing. I missed his taste, his breath. How it felt when his nose brushed against mine.
I heard the sound of a zipper. Were those his pants? My dress? Did it matter?
Except in the next second, he backed away and helped me to step out of my dress so that it was nothing more than a pile of material on the floor. My panties followed, then my bra. When he pressed me up against him again my tight nipples brushed against his chest hair and I made a sound in the back of my throat.
I didlikethis. I liked feeling him naked against me. I liked the way he was cupping my ass in his hand, squeezing it like it was his favorite toy. I liked the way he was sucking on my neck. Not too hard, but just hard enough.
My hand found his cock and I stroked him. He grunted in my ear and then, like I couldn’t help myself, I fell to my knees. I didn’t want to give him a blow job. Ihadto. Knowing I’d never done this before, didn’t matter. I didn’t think or hesitate.
Just took him inside my mouth. Let my tongue roam over the swollen head.
He cursed loudly over my head and then finally told me to stop, even as he tugged me to my feet.
“I want more.” My voice was dark and throaty. I didn’t sound like me at all.
“Can’t,” he panted. “I was going to come in your mouth and we have to have a discussion before that happens.”
He moved me across the room until he was pushing me back on the bed. He spread my legs wide, and without completely removing his pants, just pushing them down past his erection, he shoved his hard dick inside of me and this time we both made a sound.
It still hurt a little, but E.G. was right. The pain was all a part of it. It was like my body had to see if it was willing to tolerate his presence within it, and after a mere second, it decided he was welcome.
“You are the fucking sexiest thing I’ve ever seen,” he whispered in my ear. “Believe that. You destroy me.”
I didn’t see how that could be possible, but I didn’t have any words to argue.
“Fuck, you’re so damn wet and tight,” he growled. “I fucking love not wearing a condom. I’m never going to fuck you again with one on. It’s always just going to be me inside you. My cum filling you up.”
I wasn’t sure if he knew what he was saying, but I found it all a little dirty and super-hot while he drilled into me. Over and over again.
I didn’t want it to stop. I didn’t want this ever to stop. But I could feel my body stretching and yearning for something that was close. That magical orgasming thing was going to happen, and I almost didn’t want it to. Because that was the end, and I just wanted to stay here like this, on my back, with my legs open, while E.G. fucked me.
“Are you close?” he whispered in my ear. “I need you to get there, baby. Fast. I’m so on the edge right now.”
I twisted my body as if trying to evade the oncoming orgasm train that was about to hit me, but E.G. was having none of it. He used his whole body to press me back into the bed and then snapped his hips in this quick, hard rhythm that hit a spot deep inside my body, that basically just exploded.
I screamed. Not any word or even a coherent sound. It was more like an animal screeching in the throes of death.
E.G. groaned and I could feel the cum he’d talked about earlier spurting inside me and that seemed to draw out the intense body shaking pleasure.
He collapsed on top of me for a second, then rolled us so that we were on our sides. Both of us panting hard, our breath mingling.
“Flowers,” he panted. “You are one great lay.”
I laughed because I didn’t know what else to say to that.
“And you could be wearing a trash bag and I would find it sexy. Seeing you, with our kid inside you, there’s nothing fucking sexier than that to me. Except maybe your luscious tits. Your tits are fabulous, too.”
I touched his face with my fingers. “You say the sweetest things sometimes.”
