Page 103 of Pining for Pierce
“How does that feel?” I ask.
“Incredible.”
I pull almost all the way out, and then slam back in, making her cry out with pleasure, her head rocking back.
“You know why it feels so good?” I say, and she shakes her head.
“No.”
“Because I’m not wearing a condom.” Her eyes widen, her mouth dropping open, and I feel her tense in my arms. “Sorry, but I needed to feel you. I’ll go get one…” I raise her up, but she grabs my shoulders.
“No. I wanna feel you, too. Wait just a little longer… please?”
I nod my head, lowering her back down over me, and she kisses me, our tongues colliding as I take her harder than ever. It’s no good, though. I can’t breathe, and I don’t think she can, either. I pull back, gazing into her eyes for a moment, and then plant gentle kisses on her neck.
“You’re so wet… so tight,” I murmur in her ear. “The way you grip my cock… it’s like nothing else.”
“Don’t stop. Please, don’t stop,” she whispers, grinding against me. She’s close. I can feel it, and I’m gonna have to stop soon… just not yet. I wanna feel her come, and I thrust into her, taking my time over each move, until her eyes roll back, and my name leaves her lips on a shattering cry. She tightens around me, and I feel every pulse of her orgasm surging through me, from the base to the tip of my cock. It’s beyond anything I’ve ever felt before, and I support her with my left arm, releasing my right, although she keeps her leg wrapped around me, her hands gripping my shoulders as I place my hand on the tilesby her head, just to ground myself… while she writhes against me, begging for more, her face a picture of the most beautiful ecstasy.
I’m on fire. I need more too, although I need her to calm first, and I wait as she catches her breath, her body slowly coming back to me, her eyes opening and a soft smile forming on her lips.
“Give me two minutes,” I say, lifting her off of me and lowering her to the floor, ready to dart into the bedroom.
“No,” she says, grabbing my hand. “I can’t wait that long. I need to feel you come… now.”
She drops to the floor, crouching, the tiled wall still right behind her as she looks up at me and clamps her hand around my cock, opening her mouth and taking me.
That may not have been what I had in mind, but it feels too good to argue.
“Do I taste of you?” I say and she nods her head. “Do you like it?” She nods again as I flex my hips. “You want more?” She nods again, a little faster and I smile, moving my feet, so I’m even closer to her, and then I brace my arms against the wall and fuck her mouth. “If your leg hurts, just stop,” I say, and although she nods again, I get the feeling she’s okay. She’s sucking me real hard, her tongue swirling over the tip of my dick, driving me insane. It feels so good and within minutes, I get that tingling in my spine, my balls aching to come, and I gaze down at her… at the way her lips circle my cock. “You’re gonna make me come,” I whisper. She moans, taking me just a little deeper, and I tense, my muscles tightening as I let go, right down her throat. “Yes, Harley… Yes… take me.” I cry out. She swallows, her tongue pressing on the underside of my cock, which pushes my pleasure up a notch, as I pour myself into her, my body twitching and convulsing through a mind-blowing orgasm.
I’m on the verge of collapsing, but I daren’t, in case I fall on Harley… so instead, I reach down, giving her a moment to release my cock, before I pull her to her feet, cupping her cheek with one hand, while holding the wall with the other, just to be on the safe side.
“That was too good for words.”
“Then don’t say anything,” she says, smiling up at me, still catching her breath.
“I have to. I have to tell you how much I love you.”
“I love you, too.”
She leans against me, resting her head on my chest. “Promise you’ll never stop.”
“I’ll never stop. I wouldn’t know how.”
We stand for a while… for as long as we dare, and then quickly wash, before I shut off the water, and we step out. I wrap Harley in a towel, taking one for myself and we stand, gazing at each other in the mirror while we brush our teeth.
It’s been the most perfect start to the day, but I know we’re gonna spend most of it apart, and once we’re dressed, I fix us breakfast while Harley braids her hair, and we eat together, holding hands. She seems a little on edge now, but I don’t want to make too much of that. It’s just because her parents are coming home… but we can talk to them together. It’ll be fine. I know it will.
The drive back to Willmont Vale takes no more or less time than usual, but it feels strange. We haven’t been here for two weeks, which seems like a long time to me, but must feel even longer to Harley. She’s quiet, but I guess that’s to be expected, and as I park her car, I reach over and take her hand.
“You will call, won’t you? If you need me?”
She nods her head. “I will.”
“And I’ll be back as soon as I can.”
“Okay.”
