“I am dead,” I murmured, my cheek against the bed.“Wonderfully deceased.”
“Well, resurrect thy self.We’re not done.On your feet like a good girl.”I lifted my head and craned my neck around to give him a look.He was all hooded eyes and confident smirk.
I pushed my hands into the bed and rose to my feet, keeping my body bent at the hips.He angled his cock at my center from behind and eased inside.
“I want to use your pigtails,” he said, starting to slowly move his way in and out of me.My body was still swollen and recovering from the tsunami, so my thighs began to shake.
“Okay,” was all I could muster.
He gathered my hair into his hands, and using them almost like horse’s reins—which I could admit was pretty hot—he proceeded to thrust back and forth.Thank god for the bed as a place to plant my hands.Otherwise, I wouldn’t have had the strength to stay standing up on my own.
Back and forth he filled me, stretched me, and made the stars flicker behind my closed eyelids.I wouldn’t last long.
He transferred the braids to one hand and curled himself over my body, maneuvering his hand between my legs.His thumbnail scraped my clit, and my knees threatened to buckle.
“I’ve got you,” he said next to my ear.
I relaxed into his arms and just let him mold my body how he wanted.Let him take me.He went deep and hard, and I was here for every second of it.My legs continued to shake with each thrust, and when he waggled his thumb across my clit, I was pretty sure I died for half a second.I certainly couldn’t hang on any longer.
My fingers curled once more into the duvet, and I leaned forward until my forehead met the fabric as well.My body stiffened and the orgasm took hold.
“That’s right,” Lennox grumbled, giving my braids a little tug.“Good girl.”
Fucking hell.I never thought I’d enjoy being called a “good girl” before, but when it was him saying it, because I was coming hard on his cock, I was a goner for it.Yes, please.May I have some more?
“Oh god,” he groaned a moment later, pausing his thrusts as his cock began to pulse inside of me.I was still midway through my own orgasm, but did my best to squeeze my pussy muscles around him.
He curled himself over me a little more, tugged on my braids a tad harder and gave my clit one final flick with his thumbnail before really letting his own release ransack his body.
I stretched my fingers to relieve their ache at the same time Lennox let go of my hair and stood up, pulling his cock free.He pressed a quick kiss to my spine before retreating to the bathroom.
I took a moment to collect my thoughts, the scattered fragments of my soul, and let the blood return to the parts of my body that needed it the most.Just as he returned, I was clasping my bra behind my back.
Not saying a word, we gathered our clothes and redressed.Only once there was no risk of a round three, the fabric barriers securely in place between us, did he wrap his arms around my waist.My arms looped around his neck, and I grinned up at him.
“So, you like a finger in your butt?”he asked.
Heat instantly filled my cheeks.
“Aw, you’re so shy about it now.”
“This is just a new side of you I wasn’t expecting.”
“You like it though?I feel like I’m finally able to enjoy sex and embrace things I never even considered before.But if there’s anything youdon’twant to do or try, just let me know.”
I couldn’t bring myself to look at him as I said the next bit.I focused on the framed basketball jersey on the wall.“Ididlike it when you pulled my hair and called me a good girl.”
“Yeah?”His finger found my chin and he turned me to face him.
I blinked and nodded.“Yeah.”
“And how about the finger?”
“It was … not bad.”
“I’ll take that.And the G-spot?”
“Wow.”
