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CHAPTER 36
Hank
Iwatched pleasure play across Skylar’s features as she clung to me and came at the touch of my fingers. I hadn’t meant to take her up and over the edge with only a few barely-there touches. I’d just needed to feel the evidence that she was as turned on as I was.
My plan had been to strip her down and taste her again, but when she told me that she needed me. That she’d ached for me. That she wanted me to make her come that plan went out the window.
It was the hottest thing I’d ever heard and she was the hottest thing I’d ever seen.
Her full breasts were bare and her raspberry nipples were glossy from my saliva. The moonlight shone through the front window and highlighted the golden strands spun through her auburn locks. Her skin looked like she was illuminated from within. She was glowing. She had an ethereal quality that was otherworldly.
There is no way she’s real,I thought to myself as I stared down at this angel in my arms.
“You are so beautiful,” I whispered in awe.
She opened her heavy eyelids and her green-blue eyes stared into mine for a beat before her hands moved down to my belt. Her fingers were everywhere as she attempted to unbuckle it. I loved her enthusiasm. I loved feeling her urgency which matched my own. I watched her for a few seconds before taking over.
Within seconds I’d freed my straining erection. The second it hit the air, Skylar’s hand was wrapped around it.
“Fuck,” I cursed between clenched teeth as she squeezed the head. I could feel my balls already curling against my body. I was ready to pop off and I wasn’t even inside of her yet.
Apparently, I was just as on edge as she was.
Knowing that I had to slow things down before I shot my load on her panties, I removed her hand and replaced it with my own.
She was starting to protest when I yanked her pants down and tugged her panties to the side and positioned myself at the slickened lips of her sex. As soon as I did, I realized something was wrong. Very wrong.
“Fuck,” I said again, this time with a different connotation as her seam pulsed with invitation.
“What?” she asked. “Why are you stopping?”
“I don’t have a condom.”
“It’s fine,” she responded.
My cock swelled in my hand. I knew how he was interpreting her statement, but I needed clarification. “It’s fine, we don’t have to have sex. Or it’s fine, I don’t need a condom.”
“It’s fine you don’t need a condom,” she breathed. “I’m on the pill.”
Getting the green light wasn’t the only issue.
“I’m not going to last long,” I gritted out as drops of pre-come appeared on my mushroom tip.
“I don’t care.” Skylar covered my hand with hers. “I just want you inside of me.”
I watched as she guided me inside her body, my shaft disappearing inside of her completely. When it did, her inner walls clamped down around me and her hands gripped my arms. Against every primal impulse telling me to pull out and drive into her again, I stilled, giving her body time to adjust to me and me some time to get myself under control.
After a few seconds I realized that was a lost cause. My balls were tingling. So I went to plan B. I began gently rubbing her clit with my thumb as my hand massaged her thigh. I knew that she would be ultrasensitive, so I kept my touch feather-light.
I was just starting to feel like I might be able to last a few pumps when her inner walls began milking me. Instead of long strokes, I only trusted myself to move in the tiniest of increments, just enough to cause the friction that would heighten her experience.
That motion seemed to do the trick, her legs locked around me, her hips bucked, and her head fell back as she cried out. Feeling the walls of her tight canal contract as I was coated with her release triggered one of the most jarring, all-consuming experiences of my life.
My climax slammed into me with the power of a Mack truck. I was hit with wave after wave of mind-numbing pleasure. Every cell in my body was tingling with bliss as I wrapped my arms around Skylar wanting to feel her bare breasts against my chest, needing to be as close to her as physically possible.
As my release began to wane, I started kissing her neck until her entire body went limp. Still buried deep inside of her I carried her to her bedroom. I wasn’t done with her yet. I wanted her to be sore. Not in true discomfort, just enough that every time she took a step reminded her of me being inside of her.
I’d give her a few minutes to recover, but then it was time for round two.
As I lowered down, sitting on the bed, still holding her in my arms, she curled tightly against me. I laid back against the pillows and her body melted into me. I ran my hand up and down her back and soon her breathing pattern changed to a slow and steady one.
She was asleep. As much as I’d wanted to be with her again, this was almost better. This is what she needed. Sleep. And giving her what she needed was all I ever wanted to do.
