Page 50 of Forgotten Dreams
“Got my physical before I came to town,” I grind between clenched teeth as she rubs my cock up and down her slit. “Never been without one, though.”
“Good, first time for both of us.” She places me at her entrance. “Fuck me, Caleb.”
I groan, moving her leg over my shoulder. “I want to get deep into you.” I put my hands beside her side as I look down at my cock. “Watch your pussy take my cock,” I tell her as her eyes fly between us, and we both watch as I slide my cock into her so slow it’s agony. “Fuck, you have me like a vise.”
“Enough with the teasing”—she moves her hips—“and fuck me like you promised to fuck me.”
“So fucking greedy.” I pull out and slam back into her as my mouth covers hers. “Your pussy was made for me,” I declare and all she can do is pant.
“Good, now fuck it good,” she demands, and I lose control. I wanted to go slow, wanted to take my time, but I don’t. I slam into her over and over again as hard as I can, the sound of skin slapping filling the room. “I’m going to come,” she states as if I can’t feel her.
“I know.” I look down at her pussy, her finger now playing with her clit. “Need to ask me permission to touch my clit,” I scold her.
“Can I touch your clit so I can come all over your cock?” She barely gets the words out before she explodes all over me.
“Fuck, I’m going to come,” I tell her as I try to keep it at bay until she’s done before I pull my cock out of her and come on her landing strip. Her eyes go wide as I empty on her.
“Why did you do that?” she asks, looking down at me.
“So I can do this,” I tell her, taking my cum and rubbing it all over her pussy. Side to side, down and into her before coming back up and rubbing both of us into her. “Next time, it’s your tits.” I bend down to kiss her mouth, turning her to the side. Her chest crushing against mine as I slide my tongue into her mouth. Her leg hooks over my hip, and I can feel the heat from her pussy. I move my hips and slide back inside her again.
“Already”—she lets go of my lips—“umm, is that normal?” I bury myself inside her. “Did you take anything?” I laugh as she snuggles into my neck.
“I’ve been waiting for this for the whole week.” I pull out and then slide back into her. “Thinking of all the ways I was going to fuck you.”
“That’s interesting”—she meets my thrust—“me too.” She pushes me so I’m on my back. “And this was one of them.” She puts her knees beside me, my hands going to her ass, and then I bend to suck her nipple into my mouth as she rides me. “It’s so good,” she pants as she rises and then falls down on me, both of us groaning out, when she moans, “Feel so full.”
“Take what you need, baby,” I urge her. She moves her hands behind her, putting them on my knees as she lifts up and puts her feet flat on the bed.
“Now you watch,” she demands as she lifts her hips up and down on my cock.
One of my hands comes up, and I suck the thumb into my mouth before moving it to play with her clit. “Open for me to play with you at the same time you take my cock.” I move my hand down into her slit, taking more of her wetness before running it back up to her clit. “Every single time I touch your clit, your pussy clenches me.” She wants to say something to me, but she is too far gone. She rides my cock as if it’s the last thing she’ll do in her whole life. Up and down, her pussy getting tighter and wetter with each rise and fall. She comes twice before I grab her by her hips and take her off my cock. “On your back,” I order, and she does as I say. I straddle her chest, pinching her nipple, while my legs push her tits together so I can fuck them. “That’s my girl.” I smirk at her. I fuck her tits until I aim for them and come on them. “That was fucking hot,” I state, my hands coming up, but she pushes them aside as she takes my cum and rubs it into her skin. “Fuck, I just came twice, and my cock is still rock hard.”
She licks her fingers clean from my cum before sliding out from between my legs. “I’m going to need some food.” She moves off the bed, and I’m assuming she’s going to cover herself up, but she heads straight for the door.
“Do you want a robe?” I ask, and she stops, looking over her shoulder at me.
“How are you supposed to fuck me if I bend over if I’m wearing a robe?” She winks and then walks out of the room.
“Yes,” I shout, “how indeed?” Hearing her laughter, I get off the bed and head to the bathroom to clean up.
I’m making my way into the kitchen when I see her moving around in it. “You look good here in my house.”
“That’s only because I’m naked.” She looks over her shoulder at me. “I’m sure if I was dressed…”
I stop beside her, pushing her hair over her shoulder and bend to kiss her clavicle softly. “Never had a woman in my kitchen before.” She rolls her eyes at me.
“I find that hard to believe.” She places one hand on my chest.
“Not like that. I’ve had women in my house before. But not one that I wanted to cook for,” I say, picking up her hand and kissing the inside of her wrist. “This is intimate. It’s domestic. Walking into the kitchen and I saw you and for the life of me it’s like you’ve always been here. Like you were born to be here. It feels like we’ve been doing this forever.” I wrap a hand around her waist and pull her to me. “So while there have been women in my house. It’s never this. Never like this.”
“You never cooked for anyone?”
“No.” I shake my head. “It was always a night out. Or they would come over after.”
“So a booty call.” She laughs. “That is so, so romantic.”
My hand moves from her waist to her ass. “Maybe I was more closed off than I thought I was.”
