Just like the woman.
I gripped under her ass, rolling her underwear off and down her legs before I splayed her even wider, finding every place that made her shudder and shake.
“Fuck.”
Her voice was guttural with the need to come. I thrust two fingers deep inside of her and sucked on her clit, and she froze in the thrall of it. Her whole body locked down then she gasped out my name.
I wasn’t fucking prepared to get into her bedroom.
Into her bed.
Into her body.
She dragged me by the hair, up her body until I covered her.
I hissed as my pulsing dick notched exactly where it wanted to be. I ground against her and she shivered.
“Inside me.”
“I don’t have anything with me. This wasn’t the plan.” I kissed her neck and rutted against her, my body relentless with the need to come. For fuck’s sake I’d come on her belly in a second.
She reached between us, her strong hand slipping between the gap in my boxers to draw me out.
I hissed. “Phoebe.”
She rubbed me along her swollen pussy, hugging the underside of my shaft with her heat. She looked up at me and rode against me. “Come on me.”
I swallowed as she twisted her finger over my sensitive head to catch the drop of come. She brought it up to her mouth, then licked her hand and twisted the tip as she stroked the shaft, milking me and trapping me in her slick heat at the same time.
I dragged my length over her again and again, watching her hand shuttle over me.
“Fuck, Phoebe.”
“I’m going to come again,” she said shakily. “Right there. Right there.”
Her body shuddered as the friction between us intensified just this side of painful.
I pushed her hand away and fisted my hand brutally over the top half of my cock until my release was strangled out of me. Her hips lifted up rubbing her swollen softness against my shaft. My come splashed against her belly and ribs, striping her golden skin.
I almost collapsed on her, but crashed along her side at the last minute, my breath coming in gasps.
She flung her arms above her head with an exultant laugh. “Holy shit.”
“That about covers it.”
She looked down at her stomach. “We made a mess.”
“That we did.”
She stretched. “God, I feel amazing.”
I was pretty sure my brain was fried.
She kissed me and rolled off the bed.
I face planted into her pillows, my whole body screaming from the shoveling and sex that wasn’t quite fully sex. Still somehow, it had positively rewired my brain. Instead of the anxiety ridden void, it was blissfully quiet.
She came back a few minutes later wearing a robe, the promised Advil and a bottle of water in hand. “I’m starving.”
