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My hips rolled up, the tip of my dick touched entry, but I was not going in just yet. I moved hands over her slow, easy, and she was overly stimulated by everything. It was refreshing and also a bit worrisome, but I couldn't keep worrying about this woman. I needed to do this, enjoy it, and follow through with my next plan. I had plenty of time to study while she was at the doctor's office. Winston finally left me alone when I threatened to punch him if he showed up in my doorway again.
I moved from her breasts to her pussy and showed her more than one technique. She was a wiggling, gripping, the good kind of trembling mess that kept begging me for more. Once she was really slick and I could move two fingers in and out without resistance, I adjusted her again and began the slow breach into that passage. "Fuck."
She was clenching me in the throes of her third orgasm when I was mid-dick into her. I groaned because that felt amazing. Allowed me to get further, faster. She surprised me by sitting up, then she began riding me in that reverse cowgirl. I liked this view but wanted to see her face. I tickled the bottom of her feet and she laughed which did lots of interesting things to her inside grip. "Turn around."
I needed to see her face. If this was the only time we would ever do this, I wanted this to be the memory I held onto as I let go of everything else. I wanted to see her happy, not horrified as she looked at me.
She lifted, shifted, and as she climbed back onto me, seated, she let out a sound that made my toes curl. "Do that again, babe."
Fuck. No. Do not give her a pet name. That is nonsense. She is not the one. She is not the girl you will spend the rest of your life with. I continued to give myself this pep talk but when she lifted all the way off and then seated again making that same sound, my toes did the same curl as she asked, "You like that, Stormy?"
"I love that." I would like to stop talking. I knew she was going to do it again and I might let entirely too many of my emotions overrun my brain, so I did something crazy. I reached for the cupcake on my night stand and that toppled her a bit.
"What are you doing?" she asked as she giggled. I loved her laugh.
"I wanted a bite." I took one. Fuck. This woman came prepared to fuck me in many ways this afternoon. These were my weakness. I tried to keep a strict diet and exercise routine, but why? I could eat this tonight. Hell, I could eat that whole box. My sounds made her giggle some more. I offered her a bite and she took it. Her sounds reminded me that I could be fucking her right now. I took another bite, handed the cupcake to her, and moved over her, slowly, cautiously so I didn't scare her.
Her eyes closed and she let out another soft moan, but I didn't know if it was me, the icing she just ate, or both. She swiped it with her finger then put it up to my mouth. I hadn't really been a guy with kinks, well, other than the Essie one, but we did things her way and there was no way this would have been an option. I licked, sucked, and then she pulled that finger out, looked up at me as I eased into her again. Then things just...took a turn and I remembered Ripley saying I needed to be an animal and let her be the wild creature she naturally was. I needed some of those anxiety pills. For sure because this couldn't be the only time we did this. Not now. No. I... needed to hold on a little longer and do this again. At least one more time.
Holly
That cupcake was amazing. Not a special one because I knew they might test the players and I didn't want him to get in trouble. Those were also on the special menu, but I needed more than I thought a little THC could do. My whole mission here was to heal him, me, and he felt so fucking good inside of me I dropped the cupcake. Instead of picking it up, I sort of smeared it a bit. Then he leaned in and licked the icing and I just...started winding up for another orgasm the more enthusiastic he became. The...harder he pushed. I shoved the last bite of cake along with some smeared icing into his mouth as I said, "More, harder."
He closed his eyes and then gave a testing thrust. I wrapped my legs around him, pulled up to meet him thrust for thrust as the wave rolled, his tongue licked through the icing on my chest, up my neck, and then we were kissing and I felt the orgasm crash through me in wave after pulsating wave as I pulled away from his perfect lips and called out for him. He punched his hips forward in short jerks as he came inside of me and I had a brief moment of wondering how long it would take for that shot to work.
I couldn't process that correctly so I wound up giggling and he smiled down and said, "I love it when you laugh, babe." He shook his head, "Sorry." He gulped. "Holly."
I started to touch his hair, but then laughed again because of the icing. I showed him the hand and he moved his head into it anyway. Damn, he really needed some affection. That hit me harder than I thought it could. I touched his soft hair and played with a curl as he closed his eyes and just let me. Let me do anything I wanted. It was a powerful feeling in my current state, and I said, "You can call me babe."
His eyes blinked open, and he considered me a moment and said, "You don't mind?"
I shook my head. Smiled and said, "You’re mine, remember?"
He started to get hard again. I could feel it since he was still inside me. "Yours?"
I nodded. Hell yes, he was. I decided that right then and there, too. After all this shit, yeah. This man was going to live, and he was going to make me happy, dammit. I deserved that. So did he. "Mine."
He whispered against my throat as he pushed into me again, "Yours?"
"All mine." I let my nails bite his shoulder and he groaned and pushed harder. "Harder." He obliged, fuck. That was something else. Different. Maybe. "Harder. Fuck me like you mean it."
Then the words he probably needed to say to some woman his whole life if his reactions said anything, fell against my ear and I knew this was life and death, for both of us, so I returned the sentiment, because in a way, I did. "I love you, too."
His second release was right as I peaked on my fourth. He was something else for damn sure. We laid there, a hot, sticky-sweet pile of bodies. He had at least shifted us to our sides, so he didn't crush me. He touched a spot on my chest and then licked that icing off his finger. He said, "This is the best day of my life." I felt that so viscerally it made tears spring to my eyes "No. No, I don't want you to be upset."
"I'm sorry. I." I sniffed, wiped and he smiled, snickered.
"It's icing." He wiped that spot with his thumb and showed me before he ate it. "I don't know what they gave you, but...I'm really glad you took it." He wiped my other cheek and said, "When I walked into your room and saw you sitting in your bed, listening to music, relaxed, peaceful. I... saw this hair, these big green eyes and... I thought I was the luckiest guy in the building."
I closed my eyes and shed more tears. He said, "Hey. I was right. It... took a few dark turns, but...I was right, Holly. I am. You're here and I... have a reason..." He stopped but I knew without him saying it.
I couldn't keep making him sad, too, so I smiled and said, "We're a mess."
"Yeah." He nodded. "Huge mess."
I closed my eyes, and when I opened them again, I had a pounding headache. I looked at the man freshly showered and asked, "Where are you going?"
"I have a game tonight." He looked me over with a smile.
