She wriggles, searching for the perfect spot, letting me hit all of her when I pull out. She takes me deeper on the next stroke, and deeper on the next, opening herself up to me, grinding and bucking and writhing like a wild animal while I drive into her.
Her breathing escalates, getting harder, violent, little sobbing gasps that rattle out of her chest and fill the air like the wet, slick sounds of our sex, our bodies slapping together, my thrusts so hard that my balls slap wetly against her folds every time I drive into her. I fuck her hard, and when I feel her cunt tightening around my cock, nearly cutting off my damn circulation, I wrap my fist in her hair and tug her head back so I can reach her mouth. I swallow her cries of pleasure as she shatters around me, her cunt rippling, pulsing, wrapping my cock in a death grip.
I’m nearly there, nearly thrusting up into her so far she’ll feel me in her stomach, but I’m not ready for this to end. She came without me commanding her. She chased her own pleasure, pleasure I gave her, pleasure created together. This time, this time she’s gonna come when I tell her to and not before. This time, she’ll be ready to take direction without fear or resentment.
I let her take her pleasure, let her come down from her high, until she’s no longer trembling, just vibrating. I wait untilher breathing is more than hard, gaspy sounding pants. And then I pull out, ripping her sweet aftermath away from her.
I nearly grin when Ami cries out in protest. God, she’s all fire. She might have dimmed for a while, but she’s back, burning bright.
“Want you on top,” I grind. “Want my own show now. I think that’s only fair, given that I was a nice guy and took care of you first.”
“You’re a bastard.”
“I wish I was. Would have been better for me growing up.”
She turns back to me, biting down on her lower lip, chewing it like she realized that her comment was pretty ill-timed. At any time. I let out a low chuckle that actually contains a little bit of mirth, just to assure that I’m not pissed.
“It’s alright. I have a tougher skin than that. Have to, making it on my own. I know what you meant.”
“What I should have said was something along the lines of patience being a virtue.”
My grin widens at that. This, at least, I can deal with. “I’ve never been overly virtuous, fortunately for you.”
“Fortunately?”
“Yeah. Because I’m about to spread out on that bed and let you use me how you see fit. And by seeing fit, I want you on top my dick, finding your spot, riding me with your head tipped back and your eyes closed and your mouth parted in wonder as you struggle to draw a breath against all that pleasure closing up your throat. I want to see you with your pupils blown, your perkytits bouncing against your chest, your nipples ripe and wet from my mouth. I want to see you take my dick and grind down on me, dance and grind your way to another climax.”
“I- I thought you…”
“Don’t worry about me. This is for you.”
“Last time was for me.”
“Every time is for you.”
She blinks at me like she can’t quite believe I’m real.Iwant to blink at myself. Last time I checked, I still had a dick and it was still hard and throbbing inside the tightest cunt in the entire fucking world, but I might have just traded in my man card, saying shit like that.
I pull out, my cock glistening with Ami’s juices. Her thighs are wet, smeared with her cream, and I dip my finger in the warm trail and bring it to my lips, sucking it off and closing my eyes and humming in pleasure. Ami’s eyes widen, and it shouldn’t be said that I’m a selfish man, so I trail my finger down her thighs again while she trembles, and brush it against her bottom lip, painting her with the sweet, glistening delicacy of her own luscious arousal.
I take my time walking past her, giving her a full view of everything I’ve never shown anyone else. Her eyes trace every detail, her gaze scalding my skin. I spread out on the bed, tucking my arms behind my head, waiting for her.
She stare at me like I’m a predator about to strike. The hunter who cornered his prey. Like I’m trying to trick her somehow, by giving her the power for the moment. What she doesn’t understand is that it’s well worth it. She’s a goddess and when I said I wanted a show, I was serious. I can’t thinkof anything better than watching her while I make her come all over my cock again.
After a minute, her lips press together. Her tongue sweeps out to wet her lips before she climbs onto the bed and crawls towards me. There’s a high chance that I’ll die from pleasure before she even gets on top of me and takes me inside of her, but I’m not going to complain. She’s wondrous, her hair shining in the daylight, spilling down her shoulders. The golden glow from the edges of the blinds illuminates her flawless skin.
Yes, I see the word inked on her stomach. No, it’s not pretty, but it doesn’t matter. It never mattered to me in that way. It mattered in the way that I wanted justice. Wanted to kill the bastard who dared to hurt her. Dared to touch what was mine, even before she knew I existed. Now that I’ve done it, my rage spent and simmering, when I look at her, I just see her. I see a survivor. A beautiful woman who fought the hardest battle within herself and is still here, learning how to live and breathe and maybe even love again.
My lips press together and I focus on my cock, since it’s easier to stare at my hard on, beads of precum glistening at the tip and rolling down the thick length, than it is to think about anything associated with that word. It’s a word I’ve never known or understood. So I’ll stick with this. Although, this—feeling like this—it’s foreign to me too and doesn’t feel safe. It’s like trying to teach yourself how to breathe under water.
“You look like you’re thinking about something,” Ami teases me gently, her own brow furrowed, as she spreads her beautiful shapely legs and sits down on my abs. She carefully avoids my throbbing cock, teasing me in her own way, and fuck, it’s sexy that she trusts me enough to do this.
“Just about you.”
“About me?” Her tongue sweeps out over her lips again and I barely resist the urge to drag her face to my mouth and bite her there, hard, just to lick the blood away after.
“Yeah. About you. About you and me and how it feels fucking good.”
Her full lips turn up in a pretty smile. She’s beautiful, wild. It was my hands that mussed her hair and my lips that made hers cherry red and swollen. My stubble that scraped across her chin, reddening it. It was my hands that gave her those peaked little nipples, straining for more just inches from my face. She looks thoroughly sexed up, and fuck, I feel it straight to my balls.
