My body feels like jello, my limbs heavy and spent. Yet, a new, determined energy is already sparking inside me. I’m not calling it quits. I need to see him come undone. I need to give him even a fraction of the pleasure he just gave me.
With an effort that feels Herculean, I push myself up. I grab his powerful thigh, using it as a support to drag my trembling body onto his lap, straddling him. Resting against both muscle and carbon fiber, I lean into him.
“Is this…” I breathe, my chest heaving. “Is this the easiest way for you?”
His hands come to rest on my hips, his thumbs stroking my skin. “Yeah, but it won’t be for you. Not your first time.”
I lift onto my knees, my body protesting the movement. My hand slides between us, fumbling for a moment before I find him. Already familiar now with his length against my fingers, I position him at my opening, feeling the blunt, insistent pressure.
Even after the pressure of his fingers, I know this is going to be a lot. A challenge I want to face.
“I’ll be okay,” I whisper, the words a promise to both of us. “It’s you.”
The shift in his eyes is what I need to have the courage to start sinking. It’s the unspoken words of his feelings. His love.
11
Ghost
She’s so tight, a hot, silken fist clenching around my cock, and for a second, I see stars behind my eyelids.
She starts with shallow, tentative thrusts, her body learning the rhythm of mine. Her panting breaths are the only music in the room, a sweet, desperate symphony. A fine sheen of sweat glistens on her skin, and I watch, utterly captivated, as a single bead traces a path from her throat down between her breasts.
I can’t resist. I lean in, capturing one pebbled peak with my mouth, sucking her deep, lapping her with my tongue. She cries out, her back arching, offering herself more fully. It’s a distraction, a way to drown the sting of this first joining in a wave of pure pleasure, and it works. I feel her inner walls flutter and then tighten around me, a reflexive, delicious grip.
“God, Eliza… you’re taking me so well,” I grit out, the words ragged. My control is a fraying thread. “Just a little more, take all of me.”
She sucks in a sharp, shuddering breath, her nails digging into my shoulders. Then, with a final, determined roll of her hips, she sinks the rest of the way down, settling fully onto my lap. A full-body tremble wracks her, and her walls begin to flutter wildly around me, a frantic pulse pressing against my walls.
I still, letting her adjust, my own body screaming to move.
“We can stop,” I force myself to say, brushing the damp hair from her forehead. “If it’s too much, we stop. The hard part is over now.”
For her, anyway. Now that I’ve discovered what her pussy is like, I’m never going to want to let her off my thighs.
“Give me a little credit.” Pulling back, her eyes pinch close. “I’m stronger than you think.”
Proving herself with another roll of her hips, I’m the one fighting not to come right there. Ready to empty myself with the slightest friction, I can only cling to her hips as she gains momentum.
Her rhythm starts as a shy, rocking motion, a learning of angles and depths. But with each passing second, her confidence grows. Her eyes open, locking with mine, and in their blue depths, I see a reflection of my own awe and desperate need.
She finds a rhythm, rising until I am almost completely out of her, the cool air a shock against my wet skin, before sinking back down in a smooth, glorious slide that steals my breath.
“Fuck,” I rasp, my head falling back as I give her the reins.
Her panting fills the small space between us, quick, soft gasps that sync with the motion of her body. The sight of her above me is burned into my mind forever—her chin tilted up, her blonde hair cascading down her back, her breasts swaying with her movements. She is a goddess of pleasure, taking what she needs from me, and I am her willing sacrifice.
I can feel the tension coiling tight in her belly, her movements becoming more frantic, less controlled. I know she’s close. My thumb finds the swollen, sensitive bud of her clit, slick with her own arousal, and circles it with a firm, steady pressure.
Her back arches sharply, a broken cry tearing from her throat. “Oh…”
“That’s it, Eliza,” I grit out, my own control fraying at the edges as I feel her inner walls begin to ripple and clench around me in earnest. “Just a little more. Come for me. Let go.”
Her next climax crashes over her, a powerful, shuddering wave that makes her entire body convulse. Her head falls back, her cries unrestrained as her pussy milks me, the intense, rhythmic squeezing pushing me past my limit.
With a guttural groan, I wrap my arms around her waist and pull her down hard onto me, burying myself to the hilt as my own release erupts. I pump my seed deep into her welcoming heat, my thighs twitching and jerking beneath hers.
For a long moment, we stay like that, locked together, our bodies slick with sweat, our breaths sawing in and out in ragged unison. I can feel the frantic hammering of her heart against my chest, a wild echo of my own. Slowly, carefully, I roll us onto our sides, never letting her slip from the haven of my arms. I press a kiss to her damp forehead, my lips lingering against her skin.
