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Sex isn’t on the list of things I ever thought I’d do with Tay, but as my leg muscles start to tremble, and I lower myself down on top of him, trapping his cock in the crook of my thigh and wriggling so I can get him to where I’m the most empty, I’m thrilled we’re here.
I’ve never felt a desire to be with anyone before, not like how I feel with Taylen. It’s like it’s in the chemical sand cells that make me who I am.
I lean down and kiss Taylen thoroughly. I claim his mouth the way he claimed mine before, taking charge, taking the lead. He kisses me back with teeth and tongue, his hands cupping my breasts, and his finger tweaking my nipples until I want to scream because it feels so good.
I take his cock, shifting a little, and set his head at my entrance. It feels slick because I’m like a freaking waterfall at the moment and also because the condom is soaked. I really wish I could just feel him without any barriers, but there will be time for that soon enough. A time I can’t freaking wait for.
I relax my leg muscles and lower myself down. His cock spreads me apart, and I pump my hips on instinct just as Tay flexes his, and all of a sudden, he’s inside me so much more. He’s so thick that I start panting immediately. If I come within ten seconds again, I’m going to be mortally embarrassed. I feel so full, and I know without looking—I want to look, but I also don’t want to stop kissing Taylen—that he’s only a fraction inside me.
Farge on a barge.
I have to stop thinking about that, or I’m going to come for sure. When I come up for air, Taylen’s eyes flicker open. I sink further, taking as much of him as I can at the moment and letting my body adjust to the way he feels, which is freaking amazing. He feels like the wonder of all wonders. I’m pretty sure his dick really is magic because I’m so freaking close to falling off the edge again, and he hasn’t even done anything.
He’s waiting very patiently for me to be okay.
Taylen’s eyes open, and he looks up at me. His eyes fly over my flat stomach, up to my breasts. They linger there for a span of time that makes the air punch out of my lungs, and then they flicker up to my face.
“You’re flushed. Or you’re blushing. Your lips are totally swollen from kissing me, and your nipples are hard little peaks. If anyone is magical, it’s you because you look like a goddess up there. You’re so damn gorgeous, and all I want to do is look at you.”
I rock my hips a little, taking him further, testing the new fullness. “Is that all?” I ask coyly, teasing him even though it makes my face heat further.
He groans. “Nothing like calling a guy on his bullshit when he’s trying to be flattering. Except it’s all true. You’re seriously that beautiful. I had no bloody idea.” His voice is thick and heavy with wonder.
His eyes close, and mine close too because I can’t feel him throbbing inside me and not respond. My body welcomes him inside, and I finally take him all the way. My walls also tighten around him further, if that’s even possible, especially since everything feels stretched so damn tight already.
I make a gentle motion with my hips, swaying a little, and Tay groans. “You’re perfect,” he gasps. “Fucking perfect.”
His hands grasp my waist, and then one curls over to cup my bottom naughtily. His fingers knead the flesh there, and I rock forward on instinct again. His magic cock hits all the spots inside me, and holy shit, sign me up to do it again.
Taylen can’t stay still, and when he starts pumping his hips, matching the movements I’m making, I swear I’m done. My body starts vibrating and twitching, my muscles start spasming, and there isn’t any holding back.
He’s so good. Everywhere. All I feel is him between my legs, inside me, and where my hands rest on his chest and shoulders. I can feel myself, too, my walls clenching around him, and I can feel the taste of his kiss on my lips and the ache in my breasts and chest.
“God…” Tay groans as we both open our eyes.
His eyes are as hard and gray as steel but never cold. He is warm metal touched by the sun, and it’s impossible not to be captivated by him and his lips, which are also swollen from my kiss, and the sweep of dark hairs that fall mussed over his forehead because I raked my fingers through his hair. Right now, I feel like his. Not cursed his and not best friend his. Just his. Maybe this was in my heart for a long time, percolating like chemicals doing weird chemistry-style things, changing themselves into something new.
