I tweak her nipple. “Good.”
She squeaks and squirms, but doesn’t shift position, preserving the illusion I’ve actually bound her. The foil tears easily and I roll on the protection. Safety first. Except if I was really being safe, I wouldn’t be doing this at all. She’s somehow broken the barrier I built ten years ago.
I climb on the bed between her legs and drag my finger between her wet lips. Yeah, she’s ready. Am I? My dick twitches like I better be ready because this is happening. A craving for her consumes me. Demands the feel of her wrapped around me. Tugging me deeper. Pulling me in.
No argument left, I lift her hips and notch the head of my cock at her entrance before pressing slowly forward, savoring every sweet squeeze of her embrace as I shift inside her. More. The word pounds like a drum through my brain. More SJ, more of me inside her, more connection.
Seated fully in her sweet heat, SJ is panting, her soft gaze on me. I release her hips to rest on my thighs, bend forward and lift her body into my embrace. I’ve pinned us in place, but she’s so flexible. She adjusts her feet on the mattress and lifts her hips, riding me. So strong. I clutch her close, aiding her movement as I can, letting her take what she wants from me. No one has ever taken control during sex. But this is perfect. Exactly as it should be our first time. I give myself to her, promise her everything with a kiss and hope she understands. Hope she doesn’t break my heart.
Her speed intensifies. Her pussy squeezes me bringing all my attention to now. The way her fingers dig into my shoulders. The softness of her skin in my arms, all comes together in an overwhelming stream of energy moves down my spine to build at the base, coiling, heating. “Come for me, baby.”
I press my hand between us and find her clit. If she doesn’t come soon, I’ll embarrass myself. Not that I wouldn’t make it up to her, but I’m not a selfish lover and I don’t want our first time to leave her disappointed. There it is. Her tiny squeaks speed up. She’s bouncing on my dick, her tits following the moment, capturing my attention. Fuck me. This woman is a fantasy wrapped in a wet dream. Electric spikes spark from my spine down my legs, up to my chest, my balls tighten. I can’t— “Now, baby.”
She drops down one last time and stops moving, her back arched into my one arm embrace. I pinch her clit with a gentle squeeze and she squeals. Her pussy grips me and sucks me deeper, rhythmic rolling that makes me loose control. I release into her with a roar. The condom keeps me from painting her insides, but my dick does it’s best to mark her as mine.
SJ drops her head to my shoulder, panting and boneless. I free my hand and hold her. More than eating her out, more than fucking her senseless, this moment, with her completely at ease in my arms, our skin sweaty and hot, but sated and soft, burrows into my heart. I clutch her a little bit tighter to hold myself together. I’m lost in her and a little bit scared that once again I’ll lose everything. I don’t know if I could survive this time.
Thirteen
Alex
The box of condoms is just out of reach. I roll forward, pressing SJ into the mattress and free another packet. Not sure how many we’ve used, but I’m glad I grabbed the box. At some point today, I have to get out of this bed, but not yet. Not until my sweet rabbit comes for me again. She’s soft and yielding in my arms, still recovering from me eating her out before she was fully awake. I can’t get enough of her, even though it feels like she’s holding back. Maybe because she’s leaving soon? Doesn’t matter. She’s here now.
“Ready, baby?” One more time, I’ll bury myself inside her and avoid reality for a few minutes more.
She wraps her legs around my hips and clutches my shoulders. Her eyes are still filled with the clouds of sleep, she’s beautiful and open. Mine. Holding myself above her with one hand, I guide my cock to her opening. With the tip seated in her heat, I rebalance over her and pause, perched on the edge, letting the anticipation build. She tilts her hips up a fraction, and pin her in place with a small thrust. “Don’t rush this, rabbit.”
“I need you.” Her voice is a husky whine. Rough from the screaming she’s done each time we’ve come together over the past hours.
“Gotta savor you, baby.” I shift forward, deeper, stretching her open. Each squeeze and flutter threatens to wreck my control and have me fucking her hard. Again. But this time will be slow, sweet, and satiating. I hope. Because I have to get out of this bed even though I’m pretty sure I could die a happy man right here. Another inch. Her thighs hugging my hips, fingertips gripping my shoulders, puffs of breath teasing my chest, eyes nearly closed, trusting. She’s got me tied up in knots and I don’t think I’ll ever free myself. Why would I want to?
One final deep thrust and I’m seated in the cradle of her hips. Fuck, there is nothing that has ever felt this good. I lower myself, to press my chest against hers, nuzzle her neck. Peach ice cream, melted on a hot summer day. The scent slips inside me, owning me. She wiggles the tiniest bit, trapped in my embrace, begging silently for more. I could tease and torture her, but the day is starting, and I have to leave. No matter how much I want to, I can’t linger inside her. Any more than I can tie her up. She’d be so gorgeous with my ropes spun around her.
The image triggers me to move. I imagine her suspended, wrapped like a gift for me. Her juicy pussy at the perfect height to swing onto my dick, every move controlled by me. Her sweet cries of submission caressing my balls while she takes my length deep inside. Exactly as she’s doing now. Deeper and deeper, until the press of my cock inside her chokes us both on the sensation of being united. Faster, losing control, or letting it go. My grip on her hips mimics the scene in my head, holding her in place, moving her where she should be to take everything I’m giving. My back bows as I lose control. As I let go. She cries out, going over with me. The rhythmic tug on my cock drawing out every last drop of my cum. I collapse, but roll at the last moment so I don’t crush her.
Words don’t come, so I hold her tight against me until I can breath regularly again. So I can string together a sentence. She’s quiet too. Too quiet. I scrape her hair back from her face and tilt her chin until she looks at me. “You okay, rabbit?”
“Too good.” She closes her eyes and rests her forehead on my chest.
I hold her because I don’t know what it means to be “too good,” but it sounds like clouds gathering on a perfectly sunny day. Whatever it is, it will pop this bubble we’ve made. Anytime in my life I’ve been this content, it’s been ripped away.
Fuck. What am I doing? She’s probably just worn out and I’m making it into a big ole deal. “How about some breakfast?”
“Sounds good, but I need a shower first.”
I smack her ass playfully. “Go clean up. I’ll grab one after I feed you. Meet me downstairs.”
She moves out of my arms and the bubble pops anyway because that’s what bubbles do. We still have another day before everyone comes back. Maybe I can put us in another. But first, I have to feed her and call Gabe. I slip on jeans and a shirt in case I decide to make bacon and grab my phone before jogging down the stairs with a goofy grin and a vague sense that she’s right. We’re too good.
“Gabe, I slept in.” I say when he answers.
“Figured that out. Halfway suspected you’d taken the weekend off.”
“No such luck. We gotta get that door installed.” Hell, still gotta pick it up and that takes a day.
“Talked them into delivering.”
“What?”
