Page 64 of Pining for Pierce
“All over the place, I imagine.”
She giggles and pauses, and then I feel her lick the tip of my cock. “There was a drip on the end,” she says. “That tasted kinda sweet.”
“Maybe. But that still doesn’t mean you have to swallow.”
“I don’t even know if I can,” she says. “Although I guess there’s only one way to find out.”
She lowers herself again, taking me in her mouth. “Is that your way of saying you wanna try?” I ask, and I feel her nod her head, my lips forming into a grin as I flick my tongue over her clit. She squirms down onto me, and I move my finger back and forth, in and out, flexing my hips at the same time. We’re both pretty desperate now, writhing our way to ecstasy, as she moans and sighs, her body shaking, her thighs trembling. She’ssore, and although I’d love to add a couple more fingers to the mix, I limit myself to adding a second, which pushes her over the edge, her body bucking against mine as she screams through her pleasure. The sight of her coming over my fingers like that is more than I can take, and as I try to focus on her pussy, and keeping her orgasm going, I let go down her throat. Great convulsions rock through me, my whole body tensing as she swallows me down, her tongue working my cock, sucking the very life out of me.
“Jesus… stop, babe… I can’t take it.” I’m struggling to speak and she releases my spasming cock, heaving air into her lungs before she collapses on top of me.
“Are you okay?” she asks.
“Yes. It’s just I’ve never felt anything quite like that before.”
“I’m sure you have,” she says, lifting herself up. She’s clearly exhausted, and I help her twist around, so she’s facing me, pulling her into my arms again. “I doubt that was your first time doing something like that.”
“No, it wasn’t.” I say, holding her body tight against mine. “But it’s never felt that powerful with anyone else.”
She looks into my eyes, tilting her head and biting on her bottom lip, like she’s unsure of herself, and I wonder if I should have made a comparison, or if I should have found another way to tell her how good that was. She said she wasn’t worried about my past, but that doesn’t give me the right to bring it up, or even allude to it… especially not at a time like this.
“Is that a good thing, though?” she says. “I mean, you asked me to stop. Does that mean I was hurting you?”
I smile, realizing she meant what she said. She’s not worried about my past at all. She’s far more concerned with the present… and the future. “No, but you were in danger of blowing my mind, so I had to stop you, even though it felt amazing.” Ipull her a little further up my body, caressing her cheek with the backs of my fingers. “Did you like it?”
She nods her head. “I enjoyed being so intimately exposed to you,” she says, her chin resting on my chest.
“I liked that too. The view was… incredible.”
She smiles. “My view was pretty stunning, too.”
I chuckle. “Did you like swallowing?”
“Hmm… It was easier than I thought it would be.”
I lean up, kissing the tip of her nose. “Like I said… you’re a natural.”
“I may be,” she says, turning her head and resting it on my chest. “But I’m also exhausted. I need sleep, Pierce.”
“Then sleep, babe.” She goes to move off of me, but I keep a firm hold on her. “Don’t go. I need to feel you in my arms.”
“You want me to sleep on top of you?” she says, looking up at me.
“No. I need you to sleep on top of me.” I reach down, pulling up the covers. “That way, I know you’re safe.”
She smiles, nestling against me, and I hold her close, a smile touching at my lips as I caress her back, wrapping my legs around hers. She’s enveloped in me, and I like that. It seems she does, too, because it only takes a few minutes for her breathing to change, and I know she’s asleep.
I’m woken by the feeling of Harley’s body jolting in my arms, and a very slight cry.
“What’s wrong?” I whisper, holding her closer. Something clearly is, even if neither of us is fully awake. She shudders. “Harley? Was it a dream? Is that what woke you?”
“Not really. I just felt like I was falling.”
I tighten my grip on her. “Falling in general?” She shakes her head, stiffening slightly. “Or were you remembering the accident?” I ask.
“I was asleep,” she says. “I don’t see how I could have been remembering anything.”
I turn us over so we’re on our sides, facing each other, still wrapped up.
