I garbled something about “fuck” and “yes” and “harder” and “nailing it again” but had no idea if any of it made sense.
Though something must have hit home. Ross shifted to his knees, held on to my thighs, and snapped his hips. If he hadn’t been holding on so damn tight, I was sure my head would have made a pretty hole in the bedhead, but there wasn’t a chance I’d be stopping him. Not when with every snap he grazed my sweet spot, and not with the absolute focus and need shining in his eyes.
And all that emotion was unwaveringly directed at me.
Soft and gentle was long gone as we chased our orgasms.
There was nothing I wanted more than to feel his cum inside me and see mine painted over the both of us.
“Nnughhh.” I groaned when Ross shifted his hips once more, nailing my prostate. It had been so damn long since I’d come from sex. Knowing how good it was to release this way spurred me on. I needed this from him. “More, Ross.”
Surprise shot into me when he flipped me over. Awe at his strength and amusement at the suddenness of the movement had me snorting a laugh. That soon changed to a whimper when he pushed back inside me with one slick thrust and continued to drill me.
This, everything Ross had to offer, I craved. Rough and hard followed by a tender caress on my back and dirty, sweetly whispered words.
He drove into me, his light moans becoming grunts. My own became desperate, demanding, and I had no fucking idea how I hadn’t already spiralled. Not with just how perfect this was.
My skin heated, and I angled my head around as far as I could. His mouth clashed awkwardly with mine. The kiss was messy, desperate, needy, and clumsy as hell, but just what I needed.
Ross angled back and stared into my eyes with such fierce intensity, a new zip of pleasure tore through me.
I clutched at the pillow as a strangled moan escaped me. My orgasm hit hard, spilling out onto the sheets, and all without a single touch of my cock.
Ross grunted and tugged me up. My back pressed against his front, and he scooped his arm around my chest, holding firmly.
I jerked as the final shot of cum burst out of me, and I writhed against him. Ross’s guttural groan followed as he pressed his face against my neck. A single thrust followed before the heat of his release coated me.
I contracted around him at the sensation, feeling needy and wanting him to stay buried inside me as long as possible. Once I clamped down on his dick, another groan escaped his lips.
I tilted my head in his direction, a lazy grin forming. “That’s my new favourite thing, ever.”
He eased back so he could see my face. “Mine too.” The sweet grin Ross angled my way had me swallowing back my emotion.
Now, with him still inside me, wasn’t how I wanted to tell him the depth of my feelings.
There’d be another time soon, one where my emotions wouldn’t be contorted in my sex-happy brain.
