We grab each other and things get frenzied and raw, and I’m grinding my hips into his, and he’s sucking my nipples and I’m moaning and he’s moaning and his hand is tracing over my panties and I’m so wet I know I’ve soakedthrough them and it’s so fucking hot that I widen my legs for him and hear myself whisper “Please.”
His fingers are warm and assured, and he doesn’t stop kissing me as he strokes expertly between my legs, teasing me, and I’m whimpering and I can actually hear the sound his fingers make against me as they caress me, venture inside me, and it’s like the most erotic ASMR I’ve ever heard. He’s biting my bottom lip and his stubble is brushing up against my face and I’m grinding myself against his fingers, the palm of his hand, and then I’m breaking completely apart.
I shudder against him and go boneless and wobbly as wave after wave of pleasure rolls through me. He catches me, holds me against him, and I can feel his hard cock and I want it inside me like I can’t remember wanting anything in this world for a long, long, long time.
I reach down and unbutton his jeans.
“Hey,” he says softly. “We don’t have to—”
“I want to,” I say, slipping my hand into his underwear and stroking the hard, hot length of him. He pulses under my hand and sucks in his breath. I pause, not sure if that gasp is a yes or a no.
“I mean, if you do,” I say, looking into his eyes. They’re green, almost yellow around the irises, and the intensity in them says yes at the same time that he does out loud, like he’s never wanted anything more in his life.
“Do you have a bed?” I ask.
“As it happens, I do.”
“Can I see it?”
He picks me up and I wrap my legs around him and let him carry me into the bedroom.
Felix
I put Hope down on my bed and enjoy the debauched bloody sight of her as I pull off my jeans. She’s all breasts and hips and thick thighs and I don’t want to objectify her but she’s looking at me, sultry and limpid, like she wants me to. And frankly I can’t help it.
“Come here,” she says.
“Can I just look at you for a minute? Because you are un-fucking real.”
“I’m very real,” she says, shimmying off her panties. The dark thatch of hair over her pussy is as perfect as the rest of her, and my cock actually trembles. She lies back against the duvet, puts her arms above her head, and widens her legs. “I want to feel you,” she says. “Everywhere.”
Briefs have never come off my body so quickly.
I crawl onto the bed and pull her on top of me. “I want you inside me so bad,” she says, bearing down on my cock and holding herself there, her pussy just grazing my erection. I can feel her wetness against my bare skin and it’s so fucking hot that I moan.
And then I remember.
“Fuck,” I gasp out. “I don’t have a condom. I wasn’t expecting to—”
“Yeah, me neither,” she says. “Shit.”
We lock eyes, panting, pulsing against each other as we consider this, dying.
“I have an IUD,” she gets out. “And I haven’t been with anyone since my breakup.”
“Me neither,” I say. “Do you think we should wait, or—”
“I really, really don’t want to wait.”
That’s all I need to hear. I slide into her.
I almost black out from how perfect we fit. I hear a strangled cry come out of my throat and before I can be embarrassed by it, she says, “Oh fuck yeah, moan for me.”
I do, again. I can’t help it.
My entire body is one desperate erogenous zone.
Hope lifts herself up and starts riding me, throwing back her head and arching her back, giving me an astounding view of her astounding breasts. I reach up and thumb her nipples and she gasps, closes her eyes, rides me faster, squeezing my hips between her thighs like she can’t get me deep enough.
