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“I need it, Trey, please stop playing with me, take me to bed and make love to me,” I plead with desperation.
“Come on my tongue, then I’ll take you to bed and let you come all over my big cock.”
His tongue hits my clit with a few more hard lashes, and it’s my undoing. I orgasm on his tongue, my juices filling his mouth, and the whole time we’re making eye contact.
After I come down from my orgasm, I slowly back away, still not having complete mobility in my legs. He leans his back against the counter and matches my gaze. He’s licks his lips, which still glisten with my arousal. My nipples peak again at the sight in front of me.
“Look at you, your face flushed with desire, your sexy lean legs that I want to wrap around me.” He bites his lip and pulls his sleep pants down just enough for his cock to spring free. I look over the veins that line his long shaft and the pre-cum sitting on the tip.
“You’re beautiful, heavy tits that I can’t wait to watch bounce while I pound into you. That lean, sexy stomach, your tan skin is my own personal paradise. You just walk around here begging for me to take you every which way I can.”
I don’t say anything, I can’t say anything, I’m so turned on and desperate for all this attention I’ve been deprived of that I can’t formulate a coherent sentence. All I can do is watch him assail my body with his eyes, watch him stroke himself to the sight of me, and hear all the things he’s missed about me.
“Turn around so I can see that fucking heart-shaped ass, baby, that shit is fucking lethal.” He lifts his chin in the air, signaling me to turn around. I slowly turn, making sure my legs cross and stick my ass out and up. His favorite thing in the world is my ass, I swear. He loves curves, he’s a butt and boob man. Luckily, I’m gifted in both departments.
“Look back at me, watch me come, beautiful.” Tossing my hair to one side and placing my chin on my shoulder, I bite my lip and watch his hooded eyes look me over. He picks up his strokes, and right when he comes he makes eye contact with me.
“Fuck, Shayla!” My stomach flips when he says my name, our eye contact never breaking. I wait a few moments enjoying the rise and fall of his chest, the lip caught between his teeth as he slows down his strokes before finally stopping.
I hand him a towel so he can clean himself up. Standing, he bends and wraps his arms around my waist, his lips finding mine. Moving his hand from its spot, he moves it lower until he has a handful of my ass in his grip.
“You make me fucking crazy, you know that? Seriously, you’re so fucking addicting.”
“I can’t be that addicting.” I lean back and let his lips kiss along my jawline.
“Shayla, I can’t touch you without getting hard, I can’t look at you without thinking about you screaming my name while under me. When I touch you, I’m not close enough, I need to be consumed by you.” My heart skips a beat with his admission; it’s beautiful and exactly what I’ve been dying to hear. I lift my arms, wrapping them around his neck, and jump up so he can carry me to the bedroom.
“I need you to show me how much you need me,” I whisper, biting his earlobe while he carries us to the bed. I feel his erection bobbing up and down against my wet core as we walk, intensifying my desire. Lying me back on the bed, he completely removes his pants in a quick swipe and then he’s back on me. His face inches from mine. I bring my hand to his hair, sweeping it back and out of his eyes so I can see him. My knees are spread and he’s sitting between them, his cock slightly pushed against my entrance. I lean over and reach into my nightstand, searching for the condoms Lana gave me as a gag joke this Christmas. He sees me pull one out causing his brows to draw up.
I know I have a very small window to get pregnant, which I doubt will happen due to my recent diagnosis, but I stopped the birth control, and I guess a part of me is still a skeptic. Wishful thinking, maybe.
“What’re you doing, we don’t need the condom.” I shift uncomfortably. He goes back to making work on my neck, his beard scratching against my sensitive skin. I feel him lightly push the tip of his wide, long cock inside my tight entrance and my eyes roll back. God, that feels good. But I need to set my hormones aside for a second and let logic take over. I pull my head away, making his lips part from my neck. Lifting his head up, he looks at me, perplexed.
“What, baby?”
“I haven’t taken my pill this week, we need to use protection,” I tell him, my body clearly tense and my eyes shifting anywhere but his. I hope he doesn’t ask why I haven’t taken my pill. I can’t take another in-depth discussion about all the crap wrong in our lives. I just want to forget everything and make love to my best friend.
“Why haven’t you taken it?” he asks with a small smile as he pushes another inch into me, making us both sigh.
“I’ve been so busy, and I forgot to take it,” I lie, receiving another inch.
“I can pull out.” Another inch.
“Trey, we need to use protection,” I say, trying to keep my brain from fogging up with raging hormones.
“I need to be in you bare, baby, I haven’t had you around my cock in over a week, there’s no way I’m letting any barrier come between us.” He finishes his sentence and then pounds up into me. My vision tunnels and I see black dots when he hits me against my cervix. I feel completely full.
“Oh, yeah. My fucking woman.” He moans, dropping his head to my chest. We’re finally connected again after this catastrophic week, and now that we are, it all disappears. With each hard, pleasurable thrust, a sad thought is gone and replaced with us, connected again. It feels way too good to stop what we’ve started.
“Tell me you love me,” he moans into my ear, his hot breath spreading across the column of my neck.
“I love you,” I reply as he grabs onto my outer thigh, lifting me against his hip so he can thrust harder and deeper into me.
“Promise me you’ll never leave me.” My eyes well with tears as I hear the disconnect in his voice. He’s still suffering. Though I already knew it, now he is showing it.
Maybe it was his dad dying and more, like me reacting negatively to his mother coming back, or just the emotional disconnect we’ve faced the past seven days. I don’t know, but whatever it is, I know he needs this just as much as I do. I let the tears slip from the cor
ners of my eyes and slide into my hair on the sides of my face. I answer his question.
