“Pointless exercise. All you’re doing is making me harder.” I slid my hands under her thin t-shirt, her skin warm to the touch.
“Stop! I’m too distracted now. I need you to tell me everything again. Don’t leave anything out.”
“After,” I growled, pulling her closer and pushing my lips onto hers. She responded urgently, our hands tearing at our clothes as we became breathless with need. She pulled her t-shirt over her head and revealed her lacy white bra, which I snapped off easily with one hand. She moved me down, her eyes darkening. I could feel her grinding against my cock, and I groaned, my fingers brushing straight at my bedside table as I felt for the familiar packet that allowed me to have the most fun a guy could have without signing up to become a daddy. I rolled it onto my dick, trying to push Annabelle onto the bed, but she resisted, making me frown in confusion.
“What?” I mumbled as she smiled wickedly, her fingers digging into my chest as she pushed me down, so I lay flat on the bed, watching as she stood up, peeling her jeans and underwear off so she was naked.
“It’s my turn,” she murmured, straddling me as a smile spread over my face.What the fuck is she trying to do to me?I watched as she guided me to her entrance which was still wet from our recent session, so I slid in easily. She threw her head back, her breasts pushed out, my fingers brushing over them as she rocked against me slowly, making me curse.
“Fuck baby..”
Her eyes closed as she picked up speed, her silky hair spilling over her shoulders as her hands laced with mine, which I pushed against her for leverage. She bounced on my dick, the bed creaking beneath us and the headboard banging against the wall. I didn’t care. All I could feel was her tightening against me, her breath panting as I used my hands to slam her body down on mine; the force of us working together to reach the highest point of passion that existed was insane. My undoing built up within me, and I tried to tell her I was going to cum and not stop what she was doing. Then she moaned against me, her fingers slipping to rub her clit furiously. Finally, I exploded inside her, gritting my teeth as I did, a soft roar escaping my lips as she gazed at me, her hands still working on her clit. I flipped her over with ease, pulling myself from her. I tugged the condom off, throwing it in the general direction of the trash.
“You don’t need to do it yourself with me, baby,” I growled as I pulled her legs around my neck, plunging my face into her wet mound. She tasted deliciously sweet as I plunged my tongue deep inside her before replacing it with my fingers. I moved my mouth to suck on her swollen clit, and she moaned, her body arching as I pulled her down, licking and sucking on her like she was my last meal on this earth. Finally, she began to shudder, and I knew she would explode against my smug mouth.
“Oh my God, Bailey, oh my...”
She came then, her hands tugging at my hair as she bucked against me, her other hand balling the duvet into a fist beside her. Finally, she relaxed, and I rose to my knees, wiping my mouth before grinning at her.
“Now, what did you want to talk about?”
She laughed, shaking her head at me as she sat up, looking slightly dazed.
“What thehellwas that?”
I grabbed her clothes for her as she began to dress, much to my dismay.
“Oral?” I deadpanned, and she shot me a look. She was flustered, her cheeks burning red as she pulled her clothes on.
“It felt amazing. I can’t believe it feels like that.”
In all honesty, I was still smug as fuck that all of her firsts were with me. There were more to come, but we had plenty of time for that. I pulled her close to me as she snuggled into the crook of my arm, my eyes closing contentedly.
“You’re welcome. You rode me like a pro,” I complimented her as she leaned on her elbow, chin resting on my chest as she locked eyes with me.
“Ever had sex that good before?”
I moved her hair out of her eyes, considering how to answer her honestly. When I’d had sex before, that’s all it had been. A quick fuck, then leave. With Annabelle, I never wanted to be away from her, and I could never get enough. I could fuck her all day and night; she was so fucking intoxicating.
“Nothing compares to you in any capacity. I swear you are going to be my wife one day.”
Thirty-Six
History
“Black, blue, fucking yellow. You look shit hot, baby.”
“You’ve just described a bruise, Bailey.” I giggled, looking at the dresses in front of me.
He shrugged, tapping on his phone as I stole a glance at him. He wore a crisp white shirt that showed off his muscular build to perfection, and my stomach flipped when he lifted his blue eyes to meet mine.
“See something you like?” He leered, trailing his finger down my stomach as I shivered. I moved backward, swatting his hand away, deciding on the black dress. He whistled appreciatively as I slid it on, his eyes watching me hungrily as I turned my back to him.
“Zip me up, please.”
“Do I have to?”
“Bailey.”
