He pushed me roughly back down onto the bed as he sucked and lapped at me, his facial hair creating a whole new sensation as it tickled my sensitive skin. I bucked my hips against his face as it all became more and more overwhelming, and I could feel myself nearing the edge already.
My vision began to cloud with spots, and I was teetering towards the precipice, when all of a sudden he lifted away from me, leaving me cold and soaking wet.
I sat up incredulously. “I thought we talked about this, Philip,” I said with a gasp. But when my eyes focused, I saw that he was on his knees, stroking himself as he watched me. And if I thought I’d been wet before, I was positively melting now, watching him watch me hungrily.
“Please tell me you brought a condom,” I groaned, desperate for what was currently in his hand to be inside me instead. I nearly collapsed in relief when he grinned and leaned over, plucking one from the side pocket of his open suitcase.
“I thought you said you weren’t expecting this?”
“Like I said before,” he said, tearing open the packet and rolling it over his cock. “Wanting and expecting aren’t the same thing. And fuck, Amy, I want you so bad.”
“Then hurry up and take me.”
I saw a flicker in his jaw, and then, an impossibly quick moment later, I was pressed firmly back into the bed, and he was nudging at my entrance.
He moved slowly at first, stretching me, easing in. But I was ready, and I wanted to feel him inside menow. So I put my hands against the headboard and pushed, bringing him all the way into me.
“Fuck, Amy,” he said, pulling out slowly and pushing in again, and again I moved him faster, desperate for more of the fullness I got every time he bottomed out inside me.
“Yes, that’s the idea,” I said, bucking my hips. “Fuck me, Phil. I’m begging you.”
He shook his head, his beard brushing my face. “I won’t last. I need to feel you come first.”
“Please,” I whispered, making him look at me, and a pained look crossed his face before something hungry took over. I felt a flutter in my stomach at the intent I saw in his eyes.
“If you say so.”
He pulled out of me, making me whimper, then flipped me over on the bed. He nudged my legs apart with his knee, then reached forward to wrap an arm between me and the bed, pulling me back to him. When he slammed into me from behind, I nearly cried out in delight, having to clamp my hand over my mouth to keep myself quiet.
His pace quickened, and with each feeling of fullness and release, I built closer and closer towards my climax. I knew he must have been close too, because he hunched forward over me, bringing his hand to my front and helping me along with his fingers. It only took a few seconds of that before I felt myself come undone, constellations forming in my vision, heat radiating outward from where he still pushed into me.
“Oh fuck, Amy,” he said behind me as he felt me come around him, just like he’d wanted, and I felt him start to move even faster. “It’s so good. You’re so good.”
I brought my face to the mattress as I came down from my orgasm and pressed my hips back, changing up the angle, and he groaned. Just a few seconds later, he came too, pulling me back into him and wrapping his arms tight around me as he did.
There was a wonderful moment of heat and sweat and sweet relief as he collapsed forward over me, catching his breath, and I felt full in more ways than one. But the moment he pulled out of me to go deal with the condom, I felt myself go cold. Maybe it was from the lack ofPhilaround and in me, or maybe it was because part of me was bracing for what had happened earlier; for him to freak out and create distance.
But as soon as he finished in the bathroom, he was right there in bed next to me, spooning me from behind, nuzzling his face into my hair. I sighed in relief and let myself meld into him, entwining my legs with his and lacing our fingers together.
“That was incredible,” he said, then pushed up onto his elbow and turned me so I could look at him. “You’reincredible.” Then he leant down and pressed a kiss to my mouth, smiling into it.
“Back at ya,” I said, trying to mirror his enthusiasm, but part of me was still unwinding.
“Oh shit,” he said, pulling back from me and frowning, clearly picking up on my lingering anxiety. “Did you not come? I’m so sorry, I thought you did, but I was so close, maybe it was just wishful thi?—”
I lifted my head to silence him with a kiss, trying not to laugh at how panicked he sounded. It made me feel better.
“I assure you,” I said with faux gravity, “I definitely came.”
He smiled in relief before his brow pinched together again. “Wait, then what’s wrong?”
After all that, there was no reason to mince words. I needed to assuage my fears once and for all.
“What does this mean?”
He twisted his face in confusion, like it should be obvious; as if I’d asked him for the answer to two plus two. “What do you mean, what does it mean?”
“Like, for us,” I clarified, sitting up and pulling the closest sheet over my body as I wrapped my arms around my knees. Phil sat up, too, but he didn’t look self-conscious at all. He just propped himself up against the headboard, his legs splayed out in front of us.
