Page 72 of Pining for Pierce
“No. It’s just that I don’t have any condoms. I’ve never needed them before.”
“Hmm… I noticed,” he says, smiling, although I shake my head at him.
“I’m sure you did. But that’s not the point.”
“Then what is?”
“We can’t make love.”
He releases one of my hands, reaching around and pulling out his wallet. “Yes, we can,” he says, and I giggle, the sound silenced by a bruising kiss. He pulls my body hard against his,both of us moaning and sighing our way over to the bed, where he lowers me onto my back, raising himself above me. “I’m sorry,” he says, confusing me.
“What for?”
“For last night.”
I’m even more confused now, and I lean back slightly. “Which part?”
“The part when I said it had never been like that with anyone else. I shouldn’t have said that.”
An icy shiver runs down my spine, and I lean away further still, no longer confused, but very afraid. “Didn’t you mean it?”
He smiles. “Of course I did, babe. I’ve never felt anything like that before, but I shouldn’t have made the comparison.”
I sigh out my relief and smile up at him. “It’s okay. Your past is your past, Pierce.”
“I know, and that’s where it’s gonna stay. But that doesn’t mean you wanna hear about it. I mean, you’ve already heard about most of it, to be fair, but I’m sure you didn’t need the reminder… especially at a time like that.”
“Maybe not, but I like knowing that what we had was better than what you’ve done before.”
“It wasn’t just better, babe,” he whispers, leaning in to kiss me. “It was the best.”
He parts my legs with his, and I feel his arousal pressing hard against me. My body aches with need for him, and although we’re still fully clothed, I know that’s not a situation that’ll last for much longer.
It’s gone noon by the time I park behind the store, in the place where my parents usually leave their car, and we get out, Pierce handing me the vase of red roses he’s been clutching all the way back here, and my purse. I didn’t have it with me yesterday, but I’ll need it tomorrow, and I sling it over myshoulder, as we both wander to the back of the car, where he retrieves my bag from the trunk. Between us, we also carry the groceries we packed, having decided it was pointless to leave them in the refrigerator to go off, and we make our way up the stairs.
“Why don’t you unpack your clothes,” he says, carrying my bag through to the bedroom. “I’ll deal with the food and fix us some lunch.”
“Okay.”
“Just move my things if you don’t have enough space.”
I smile over at him, and he smiles back, before I duck into his room and set about finding places to put the things I brought with me. It’s a mix of work and home clothes, most of which I hang in his closet. I brought a few hangers with me, so it’s not a problem, although I can’t find anywhere to put my underwear, so I just leave it in the bag, and put that on the chair by the window. It’ll do for now, and I’m sure Pierce will come up with a better solution.
I brought a couple of pairs of jeans with me, and I pull one off of the shelf, sitting on the bed to remove the ones I’m wearing, smiling to myself as I recall the way Pierce peeled me out of them earlier, when we were in my bedroom… on my bed. He removed my hoodie and t-shirt, too, although I guess they’re his, rather than mine, and once he’d done that, he kissed his way down my body, making me moan with pleasure, his tongue finding its way to that sweet, sweet spot. In no time at all, I was screaming his name, losing myself to pleasure, before he flipped me over onto my knees. I glanced over my shoulder, watching him undress and roll a condom over his erection, before he nestled behind me, and took me, admiring my ass, and grunting out my name. I thought he might climax, but he didn’t, and after I’d come down from yet another perfect high, he lay on the bed, lifting me over him, and lowering me down, impaling medeeply. That was something else, and I loved the way he looked at me, watching me rise and fall… helping me, too, so my leg wouldn’t hurt too much.
“Oh, fuck…” he murmured, bracing his legs and raising his hips, going even deeper inside me. “I need you to take me, babe. Take every inch of me inside you.”
There was something about his words that pushed me over the edge, and I leaned forward, my hands on his chest, grinding down onto him.
“Please come,” I whispered. “I need to feel you come.”
He thrust upward, letting out a howl as he pulled me down onto him, both of us lost in the purest pleasure.
He was still throbbing inside me when I collapsed onto him, totally spent, unable to move. His arms were tight around me, and I think I may have fallen asleep, just briefly, until he woke me with a kiss.
“Sorry, babe, but I need the bathroom.” I nodded my head, raising myself up to disconnect us, then rolling off of him and pointing to the door in the corner of the bedroom.
“Just through there,” I said and watched as he walked away, admiring his perfect ass.
