“Please.” It’s all I can say.
Not sure if I’m asking him to stop or not, but he understands better than I do. I might have said the word, but the meaning behind it is lost on me. Till he kisses my sex, just like he did with my breasts, and stands, letting my legs fall open on either side of me. He brings them up to bend at the knee, resting my feet flat on the table.
Once he has me how he wants, bra and dress still wrapped around my arms but otherwise exposed to him, he takes the time to undress.
He starts with the buttons on his shirt, one by one till I see every part of his torso. Then his pants, pushing them down along with his boxers. I’m assuming he kicks them off along with his socks and shoes, but I can’t see much below his dick. Not that I try.
It’s captivated my attention. It was big in my hand. My mouth took it, but it was a tight fit. Now he’s about to push it inside me.
He moves his hand to his cock and strokes it. I shudder at the sight and look away. If I keep eyes on it, I’ll come again—I’m that turned on by what he’s doing.
“You on something?”
Does he mean drugs?I tilt my head in confusion and slowly shake my head.
“Birth control,” he explains, and I feel like an idiot for not knowing, proving my lack of experience. My cheeks burn with embarrassment as I shake my head again.
He only smiles. A kind, warm smile before he leans down and kisses me gently on the lips.
Then leaves.
My eyes follow him as he goes to the hallway by the bedrooms. I hear a door open and then some other movement as I just lie here.
Still.
Unsure.
Unease trickles into my mind.
Till he comes back, ripping a wrapper open with his mouth before moving back between my legs and putting the condom on his still-hard cock.
“We’ll talk about birth control later.” He steps closer and grabs his dick, brushing it against my pussy before moving it between my lips and up to my clit. “I’m going to need to feel all of you soon. I won’t put you at risk, but I’m going to be bare inside you at some point.”
Then he pushes in, and I arch at the intrusion as my fingers claw at the table.
He keeps going, steady but not slow. Consistent.
“That’s right, baby. Be my good girl and let me in. You’re doing so good. Fuck, you’re gripping me so hard.”
He hooks his hands around my legs and pulls me to him quickly.
I shout, but there’s no joy in it. And the tears that fall from my eyes are real.
He leans over me, licking the tears as his dick twitches all the way inside.
“Shhh, you’re okay. I’ve got you.”
His hips don’t move at all, but his mouth does, kissing my closed eyes, then my cheeks. The tip of my nose, my chin. Then, finally, my lips. Soft, gentle kisses. Not rushed and not coaxing. Just there. Steady and true, like everything else about Tommy.
He keeps kissing me till I hunger for something more than just gentle. I part my lips for him and let him taste me as I slip my tongue into his mouth, being bold and pushing forward. Even my hips move, just a little, but it’s enough for him to pull back slowly before pushing back in.
First, his thrusts are shallow, slow and steady. But like our kisses, they soon deepen. He pulls farther away till his dick is almost all the way out before pushing back in and hitting what feels like my stomach.
The pain that seemed to have shattered the moment is gone as we fight for our own pleasure, seeking the other to continue doing what they’re doing so we can keep getting what we want.
I reach for his shoulders, holding tight and then scratching at his back as his mouth stays on mine but his hands go to my breasts, twisting and pulling in a way that has me withering beneath him. He keeps moving, my knees still bent and my feet on the table, and I feel him hit my clit with each thrust.
“Tommy,” I say on a soft cry as I shatter and pull away from his mouth.
