“You going to let me come inside you too, sweet girl?” He curled his fingers until he found the spot that made her gasp, and then he did it again.
“Yes.” The thought of gliding into her bare, of pumping deep inside her pussy and then watching his release leak out of her was almost enough to make him come on the spot.
“Fuck, Callie.” He added a third finger, the heel of his hand pressing against her clit as he fucked her fist. “I can’t wait to make a mess of this pussy.”
“Do it already,” she challenged, a smile in her voice.
Noah growled. He had to be inside her now. The need to fuck her was so strong he was shaking as he pinned her arms above her head with one hand and guided his cock to her entrance with his other. He pressed against her opening, sucking in a breath as the tip slid into the tight clench of her channel. He strained to go slow, working himself in by degrees. He gave a few experimental thrusts, short and shallow, giving her time to adjust to the way he stretched her.
She whimpered, her hands above her head flexing and clenching. “More.”
He slid in an inch further, her heat clasped around his length and sparks shooting down his spine in the telltale sign of an impending orgasm. He fought against it, determined not to come before he was even all the way inside her.
“Noah,” she breathed, “please.”
“What do you need, love?” He dragged her earlobe between his teeth, nearly losing all ability to think when her pussy contracted around him in response.
“I need you deep.” She strained against his hold on her hands, arching her back to get closer.
He crushed his mouth to hers and drove into her, burying himself to the hilt. She gasped into the kiss and he swallowed the sound, focusing on kissing her and not on the impossible heat, the mind-bending clutch of her pussy.
“Fuck, you feel so good,” he groaned into her neck.
“So do you.”
He was lost to her. Nothing existed outside of this moment, this woman, this sense that it was always supposed to be like this. He released her hands, tangling one hand in her hair and returning the other to her breast. How had he gone so many years without knowing the feel of her? Like she was inside him as much as he was inside her, like she was below and above and all around him. How had he never known that sex could be like this, more than just flesh meeting flesh? That it could turn his entire being into nothing but nerve endings, at once raw and soothed, body and breath and this feeling like he was drunk on her—onthem.
Callie rolled them so she was on top, her thighs on either side of his hips, and began to move in rhythmic undulations. He watched in awe as she rode him, mesmerized by the swing of her breasts, the flush in her cheeks. Noah sat up beneath her, unable to keep his lips from her skin. Glancing over her shoulder, he caught sight of their reflection in the mirror opposite the bed and drew in a harsh breath.
“What is it?” she asked.
He watched in the mirror as she rode him, that jeweled plug winking in and out of view between her cheeks. “Look at you,” he breathed, mesmerized by the image.
Callie glanced over her shoulder, her breath hitching when she saw their reflection. When she turned back to him, her smile was so bright it nearly knocked him flat. He wanted to make her smile that way all the time—forever. The word ripped through him, his chest tightening, and he waited for the panic to hit. But it didn’t.
She swung off of him and he couldn’t help the huffed breath of protest at the loss of her. She guided him to sit at the edge of the bed, and when she had arranged him exactly as she wanted, she turned so her back was to his front and sank back down onto his lap, impaling herself once again on his cock. He dropped his head to her shoulder, overcome by the sensation of being taken inside her at this new angle.
“Look atus,” she said as she rode him, reaching back to wrap a hand behind his neck.
Together they watched themselves in the mirror, each lift of his hips sending shockwaves through her soft flesh, treating him to a delicious view of her breasts and hips. It was obscene and he never wanted to look away. He skated a hand over her belly, making a V with his fingers to pull back her puffy lower lips, more fully revealing the place where he disappeared inside her body.
“You take my cock so well,” he crooned into her ear. “Look at how you open for me.”
Her head fell back against his shoulder, but that wouldn’t do. He needed her to see how well they fit together, needed her to acknowledge that they were a perfect match. He needed to know if she was as affected by this knowledge as he was.
“Watch, sweet girl. Watch my cock stretch your pussy.”
She moaned, but lifted her head to watch with him.
Her breathing came faster and the intermittent fluttering around his cock gave away that she was close. He stroked a finger over her clit, cursing when she contracted around him in response.
“Oh God. I’m gonna come,” she breathed, bouncing in time with the movements of his finger on her clit.
“That’s right. Come for me. I want you to watch yourself come on my cock.” She cursed and bounced faster. He drove into her harder as he chased his own release. Her thighs began to shake, her eyes closing. “Watch,” he commanded through gritted teeth as his rhythm became erratic.
The first clench of her orgasm was like a vise, squeezing him so impossibly hard he could hardly move. As the waves of her climax rolled through her, he gave himself over to his own, his cock jerking as he pumped into her. She slammed her hips down onto him, crying out his name as she milked him dry. Through it all, they held each other’s gaze in the mirror, watching as they were overtaken with pleasure.
The last pulses of their orgasms subsided and she leaned back against his chest, skin misted with sweat, thighs sticky with cum. He wrapped his arms around her and pulled her down onto the bed beside him. He gently removed the plug from her ass, a contented sigh escaping her lips. She rolled into his arms, her head pressed to his chest and their legs tangling.
