Page 128 of Blush Crush

She spasms around me, her body quaking from my words. When our gazes meet, there’s excitement blazing in those gorgeous eyes, and she has the audacity to nod shyly. Like she’s not already a little sex fiend.

“Come inside me, Cole. Please,” she pants.

“God,” I growl through clenched teeth. “I’m going to fuck you hard, so tell me to stop if it’s too much.”

“Do it.” She clings to my shoulders, her fingertips biting into my skin painfully. “Don’t stop.”

And then I rail into her, pumping into the increasing tightness. I didn’t intend to do this for our first time, to be rough, to be anything but careful.

She licks into my mouth, kissing me while I fuck her. It’s erratic and starved, our moans tangling with the slapping sounds of our skin. I reach between us, rubbing ministrations over her clit, slathering the area with the moisture already pooling where we’re joined. Gathering some of the mess, I shove it in her mouth, and she sucks it right off my fingers without hesitation. In the next breath I’m sealing my lips over hers, tasting us.

I’m seconds from coming and I hope to hell she’s there with me. I drive into her over and over again, each thrust more deliberate than the last. With one hand intertwined with hers, pressing against the pillow, I pinch her clit with the other, whispering filthy praise in her ear.

She thrashes and writhes beneath me, screaming with pleasure. Her orgasm milks my cock and squeezes the cum right out of me. It surges out in endless spurts, filling her, and it’s the best damn thing I’ve ever felt.

It takes me a moment to come back to myself, blinded by euphoria, and when I finally do, I collapse over the top of Ariana, so fucking spent I can’t think.

When enough blood returns to my head to muster a thought, I realize I’m crushing her, but as soon as I start to roll off her, she grabs around my bicep and stops me.

“Stay,” she sighs. “Stay like this for a while.”

“Baby, I’m crushing you.”

“No,” she whispers. “I like it. I feel safe.”

After a while, I’m able to convince her to let us move, so we roll over together without breaking our connection. My dick is soft inside her, but she doesn’t seem to want to let it go. And I have no desire to pull it out.

This is the closest I’ve ever felt to anyone in my life. My heart can hardly handle it. We’ve barely spoken, just breathed in sync as our messy bodies stay wound together and twisted in bedsheets.

My knuckles drift up and down her spine in slow, soothing strokes as I feel the steady beat of her heart against my chest. As much as I love having her draped over me like this, I know I need to take care of her—make sure she’s okay. That was the most intense, mind-blowing sex I’ve ever had. I can’t even begin to imagine what’s going through her head right now.

I scatter some light kisses at her temple to get her attention. “I have to clean you up,” I say quietly. “It might hurt a little when I pull out.”

Without lifting her head, she nods against my chest and then slowly starts to move.

I ease my cock out of her one inch at a time. She winces once it’s fully out, cupping a hand over her mound.

“Lie back, let me take a look.”

Wordlessly she falls against the pillows.

I thought for sure my cock had stayed warm inside her long enough that our releases would have dried up, but the moment her legs part, my cum drips out, thick and glistening between the folds of her swollen, freshly-fucked pussy.

I’ve never seen anything like it and have the sudden urge to push it back inside her and plug her up until I know she’s kept every drop. I almost do it, but stop myself. She’s probably sore and tender. Now is not the time to indulge in a breeding kink I wasn’t aware I even had.

“I’ll be right back,” I tell her. “I’m going to grab you a warm washcloth.”

She blinks at me but does nothing else, and it’s beginning to concern me that she’s barely spoken since we had sex.

I step out of the bedroom and forget where I am for a second.

I rented this funky little house for a picnic dinner. I hadn’t even planned for us to stay the night, let alone end up fucking each other’s brains out in Snow White’s bedroom.

My intentions were very pure. At least that’s what I tell myself as I rummage through the bathroom in search of a washcloth. Luckily, there’s a basket of them under the sink. I grab a few and run them under warm water before returning to the bedroom, where Ariana hasn’t so much as moved a muscle.

“I’m going to clean you up,” I repeat as I settle between her legs. Gently, I press the warm washcloth over her sensitive skin and she lets out a pained hiss. “I’m sorry, baby.”

“It’s okay,” she says softly.