Page 60 of Pining for Pierce
“I—I wanted that to be exactly how it was,” she says. “More than anything, I wanted to feel you like that, but before we do too much more, I feel I should ask… do you have any condoms?”
I panic and pull all the way out of her, making her wince as I realize my mistake, lowering myself over her again.
“Shit. I’m sorry. Did I hurt you?”
“A little.”
I pull her into my arms, holding her tight against me, my lips dusting over her cheek and down to her neck. “I’m so sorry, babe.”
“It’s okay. It doesn’t hurt anymore.”
I raise my head, gazing down at her. “Sure?”
“Positive.” She’s smiling, nodding her head.
“I’m sorry about the condom, too,” I say, brushing a stray hair behind her ear.
“Don’t be. Like I said, I really wanted it to be like that, with no barriers between us… at least for that one moment. But we can’t…”
“No, we can’t. Although I should have been the one to think about it.”
I shake my head, and she reaches up, resting her hands on my biceps. “I kinda like that you didn’t,” she whispers. “Aside from the fact that I got to feel you, it proves you were preoccupied… and that feels good.”
I smile, leaning in to kiss her. “I was more than preoccupied, babe.”
She chuckles, and I reach over to the nightstand, grabbing a condom from the top drawer.
“Can I watch?” she asks and I nod my head, kneeling up and ripping through the foil packet with my teeth, which makes her giggle. No-one’s ever watched me do this so avidly, but I enjoy being the center of Harley’s world, and take my time, rolling the condom over my cock, my eyes never leaving hers, as she stares, fascinated by my every move.
Once I’m done, I lean over her again and she rests her head back on the pillow. “I apologize,” I say, getting seriousonce more. “I’ve never forgotten to use protection before. Preoccupied or not, I don’t know what came over me.”
“Do you think it could be love?” she asks, a smile touching her lips.
“It’s definitely love, babe,” I whisper, and I gaze into her eyes as I part her legs a little wider and push inside her. She gasps and I hold still. “Are you okay?”
“Yes. I love how that feels.”
“I love how tight you are.”
She licks her lips, which makes my dick twitch inside her, and she gasps again. “What happened?” she asks.
“My cock got a little excited at the sight of you licking your lips.”
“Licking my lips?” She frowns, like she’s confused, and I have to smile.
“Yeah… blame my vivid imagination, and the prospect of all the things I wanna do with you.”
She thinks for a moment, and then obviously sees the light, a slight blush creeping up her cheeks.
“Oh,” she says, and I lower myself down over her.
“Hey… just because I have a vivid imagination doesn’t mean we have to do anything you don’t feel comfortable with.”
“Let’s see how we feel later, shall we? Right now, I just wanna keep doing this.” She flexes her hips up toward me and my cock responds, practically begging me to take her.
I lean up again, so I can see her properly, and then I start to move, taking it slow to start with, relishing each inward and outward stroke. She moans and sighs, arching her back, her nipples hardening, and I up the pace just slightly, wondering if she’s close.
“Oh…” she says. “Oh, I like that.” I smile and roll my hips as I take her just a little harder. “And that,” she says. Her eyeswiden slightly. “I can feel you… I can feel you so deep inside me.”
