Page 57 of Two’s Better

I gripped him tight, and began to squirm needily, whining into his mouth. He’d been holding himself up all this time, but at my needy squirming, finally lowered himself firmly on top of me.

We both groaned, our hips jolting when his newly stiffened erection came in contact with my soaked pussy.

He pulled back from the kiss, burying his face in my neck, breathing raggedly. “God,” he panted, thrusting his dick through my dripping, swollen lips. “Fuck, Ofure. Goddamn.”

“You feel so good,” I whispered, my voice a moan. He was hot and thick and so fucking hard, the perfect tease against my pussy lips and my clit.

“You feel like literal sin,” he growled, leaning up to capture my lips again.

I panted and moaned into his mouth, my hips matching the movement of his hips, stroke for stroke. The swollen head of his prick glanced over my throbbing clit with each thrust, and had my lower belly tightening, my nipples tingling.

We had to stop kissing again, both of us breathing raggedly. He buried his face in my neck once more, then began mouthing and sucking at the sensitive spot between my neck and shoulder, humping against me harder, faster, the sound of his dick sliding through all that wetness making an obscene noise. The feel of him, the sound of him, had my core throbbing with want.

I could come like this, and I knew he probably could, too.

But ... but ...

I felt so fucking empty. My inner walls kept clenching with each thrust of our hips, his dick sliding like a silk rod against my slick, needy pussy.

I wanted him inside me. I needed him inside me. I made a soft noise that sounded like a sob, gripping his back and digging my heels slightly into the mattress so I could tilt my hips up. The head of his dick pressed against the opening to my cunt for one tantalising moment before sliding up along my pussy lips once more.

“J-Jesus,” he snarled, hunching over me, his hips jolting. One hand flew down to my hip to stop me from moving.

“Uzi,” I whispered, the word so low I wasn’t sure he’d even heard me.

He heard whatever thread of vulnerability laced my voice, and lifted his head, meeting my gaze. I could see my need mirrored perfectly in his eyes, which made my empty core throb again.

“Please,” I whispered. “I need you.”

“Fuck, Fure.” His throat bobbed with a swallow. “You want—?”

“I want you inside me.” He shuddered, like hearing the words was too much, then leaned down to press a hard, desperate kiss to my mouth. When he leaned up again, I whispered shyly, “I don’t have any—do you—?”

“Yeah,” he said gruffly. “Just ... give me a moment, Fure, baby.”

“Okay, Uzi, baby.”

He gave me another kiss, this one soft and sweet, then climbed off the bed. And I thought, oh thank fucking God. It seemed Uzezi must’ve wanted to be as prepared as me, because I’d secretly gone out to get condoms as soon as we’d decided we were doing this—on the morning of our first date, to be precise. If I’d have had to go all the way to mine just to get them—just so I could feel him inside me, I would have. But thank goodness I didn’t have to. I didn’t want to leave his bed—this lovely cocoon we’d made that seemed to exist outside of time.

He returned to me, and on his face was the exact expression I’d imagined that first time we’d kissed. Eyebrows furrowed, gaze focused so intently on mine it made my heartbeat flutter madly and butterflies burst to life in my lower belly. He dropped a few of the condoms onto the bed, one remaining between his fingers.

Then he knelt between my legs, spreading his thighs so I had to hook my legs on top of his. He ripped the condom open with his teeth, not taking his eyes off mine. I groaned, my hips flexing.

He smirked, watching my no-doubt hungry expression as he rolled the condom down his thick shaft.

“Confess: how many times did you have to practice just to nail that slick move?”

“How much did it turn you on?” he retorted cockily.

“Shut up. Come here,” I growled.

He laughed, leaning down to dutifully join our lips. First soft and teasing, then harder, deeper. His right hand moved between our bodies, holding his dick steady. He rubbed the tip teasingly over my clit, making my hips jolt with each pass.

“Uzezi,” I begged.

“Yeah?” he teased, leaning up to meet my eyes, his own dark with desire.

“I need you,” I whispered, something in me breaking open at the admission. “Please.”