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Slowly, with him guiding me, I slide onto his cock.
Then I’m full, all the way stuffed, all the way satisfied for a brief, beautiful moment. Then the urge comes back and I start to move up and down.
“You’re so wet,” he says, voice like a sob. “Fucking hell, oh, fuck, Laura.”
“Jesus,” I gasp. I throw my head back, fingers tightening hard enough to hurt on the top of the couch. I move up and down, feeling his hard, hot cock deeper and deeper with every movement.
As I fuck him, I watch his face the best I can. His eyes are slits, almost closed but still focused on me. His chest ripples with sweat, the dark hair slick there now. The veins in his arms bulge. His mouth is open, like he is mid-gasp at all times.
All too soon, I can feel my orgasm coming.
A part of me wants to prolong this, but I just can’t. I need him, and I need him now.
“Oh, fuck, David,” I mewl his name out, trying to sound normal but failing. “I’m—I’m so—I’m going to…”
“Yes, yes, please,” he begs. “Please come.”
I don’t need any more encouragement than that. He fucks a little faster, a little harder, a little more desperately, a little more helplessly?—
I come hard. My whole body spasms, tightening and tightening and tightening as my pussy flutters around his cock. I can feel him hard and thick inside of me, and as my body twitches and writhes, he moans long and low.
David comes, at the same time as me, spurred on by my body tightening around his sensitive cock. As he comes, I can feel him filling me up. It’s not something I ever found hot before, but tonight, it sends me over, my whole body desperate for me.
I collapse against his chest.
He slides out of me, and I let out a soft groan.
“Laura,” his voice sounds far away.
He moves me, but I can barely notice. I barely feel like I’m inside of my body. I feel so far away from myself.
“David,” I murmur, the word coming out slurred and messy, as I fight to keep my eyes open.
David gathers me to his chest. I listen to his heavy beating heart, feeling his slick skin against my cheek. As I fall asleep, I can’t help but think that this—this right here—is exactly what I’ve always wanted.
CHAPTER 8
David
This is the second morning I’ve woken up with Laura in my arms.
It feels so unfamiliar still. It’s as if I’ve never woken up with someone else before. It makes my heart pound, even just seconds after waking up.
She looks beastly. Her red hair splays out like fire around her head, knotted and frizzy. Her makeup has dried in a strange way on her face. There’s drool on the pillow she’s smashing her face into. One of her legs is hiked up, and she has three of my pillows, leaving me with just one.
She is so beautiful, it hurts to look at her.
Gently, I move her hair out of her face. I brush it back gently, carefully going through the strands to untangle it. This is something I’m familiar with, at least. This act of taking care of her feels like muscle memory, left over from my ex-wife and our children.
When she wakes up, my hand is still in her hair.
“David,” she grumbles. Her voice is low and thick with sleep. Her eyes blink sleepily as she stretches, her body tightening as she pops her back.
She’s remarkably unbothered. There’s no amount of her usual anxiety and standoffishness. I find myself drawn to that. As she settles back against my pillows, offering me a small smile, I feel something so unexpected that I have to look away and clear my throat.
Affection, warm and soft, spills inside my bones.
With a terrible start, I realize that IlikeLaura.
