Page 84 of Coming Up Roses
“Nope, no god here. Just me,” I say. My voice is barely audible, just a breathy whisper of lust and desire as I feel myself stretch around him.
His jaw clenches and eyelids flutter, but he never closes his eyes, never takes his gazefrom me.
When my ass presses against his thighs he lets out a sexy as hell grunt.
“Fuck, Abi. Fuck, you feel amazing.”
I lean down and kiss him, sliding my tongue into his mouth and exploring, losing myself in him while he’s inside me.
His hands grasp my hips, holding me in place and I’m not sure if it’s because he’s worried I’m going to run away, or if he’s trying to stop himself giving into the need to take more.
I tangle my hand in his hair and drag the fingers on the other hand down his throat. I push off his chest so I’m sitting upright again.
“You haven’t felt anything yet,” I say, in a ridiculous husky voice.
Then, I begin to move.
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I might die.
Right here, with Abi straddling me, riding my cock.
She moves her hips in the slowest, most sensual movements I’ve ever seen in my life as my hands bracket her waist, skin soft under my palms.
This is different to our other hook ups. Those have been hot and heavy, usually hurried and desperate.
But this … this is less about getting off and more about sharing this experience.
And Abi is sharing it with me.
Fuuuck. We’re having sex. Like actual sex, not just ultra-horny versions of foreplay that end in my coming way too fast. She feels amazing. Hot and tight and so incredible I have to fight to keep focussed and not simply lose myself in her.
She trails her fingertips across my face, along my jaw, down my throat, like she’s tracing me and committing me to memory.
I tell my poor deluded heart to shut up because I know whatthis is for Abi, and it’s not love. It’s not forever. It’s friends helping each other out.
Except I’ve ruined it all by falling in love with her.
Abi leans down, pressing her lips to mine and I push all the thinking from my brain, focussing on this moment as she lifts her hips and lowers down on my cock, over and over.
The sounds Abi is making are desperate and needy as she rides me, alternating between bouncing and grinding.
Tingles are shooting down my spine, the world spinning as all of my focus comes down to Abi and the feel of her surrounding me.
Her hair falls in a curtain around my head. She keeps her lips on me as she moves her hips and I’m so close. So, so close.
I need to come, but I need her to as well.
“Are you going to come for me, Rosie?” I whisper against her mouth.
She whimpers, then lets out a frustrated noise. Sitting up she increases her pace, but her rhythm falters. She lets out a hiss, then another desperate whimper.
“Come for me, Rosie,” I say, tone firmer this time, knowing how much she likes me in control.
She lets out a choked sob, collapsing on top of me, her body going still. “I can’t,” she mumbles. “Not like that. I’m sorry.”
