According to the Divinyls, there is a fine, fine line between pleasure and pain. Pushing up with my hips and using my heels for leverage was kind of like that. My cock felt so fucking good in her; it overrode whatever twinges I felt in my legs.
“You like riding my cock?” I hummed into Nicole’s ear. “You like it, don’t cha?”
I grazed my teeth over the skin of her throat, and she shivered above me. I was still very gentle, though. My Rumple liked the illusion of getting it rough, but she wasn’t into any kinky shit at all.
“Fuck me harder!”
Well, she did still say that kind of shit.
I loved it.
“That what you want, baby?” I asked, pushing up against her with as much strength as I could. I gripped her hips with my hands and pulled her down to meet me as she groaned and ground down, pushing me deep inside of her. “Yeah, that’s what you want…my cock sliding in and out of you…You love it, don’t cha?”
“Oh, God…Thomas…”
“That’s it…” I strained to push up against her, but I was losing strength. I went back to using my hands to pull her down instead. She leaned forward and moaned loudly as I felt her pussy clamping down on me. “Oh yeah! Come on my cock! Come all over me!”
“Thomas!” she gasped as she collapsed on my chest. I lifted her up and down a couple more times before I lost it, growling and groaning as I came deep inside of her.
“Holy shit,” I moaned as my head dropped back down on the pillow.
Nicole giggled.
“You’re gonna kill me,” I told her.
“You love it,” she replied.
“I love you.”
She raised her head up and pecked my lips.
“Love you more.”
“Not a chance.”
We just lay there trying to catch our breath for a while as my dick softened and eventually slipped out despite her protests. She liked it when I stayed inside of her afterwards. I wasn’t about to argue.
My heart rate returned to normal, and I tucked my face against the top of her head, inhaling the scent of her hair and smiling to myself. I ran my hand up and down her back a couple of times…and dozed off.
“Thomas? Baby?”
“Hmm?” I blinked a couple of times, realizing I had fallen asleep.
“I gotta go,” Nicole said.
“Already?” I whined.
“Yeah…sorry.”
Nicole came to the center as often as possible after high school graduation, through the summer, and even after she enrolled in community college on a soccer scholarship. Between my rehab and her schooling, we kept ourselves occupied between visits, but I lived for the times we were together.
Rumple did too.
I hugged her tight against my chest and then released her. I knew she had to get back to town in decent time today since she had classes in the afternoon. She wouldn’t keep her soccer scholarship if she didn’t show up for practices.
“When can you get back?” I asked as she started gathering her clothes off the floor. She tossed me my boxers and T-shirt, and I pulled them on.
“There’s a game this weekend,” she told me. “First one of the season. Greg said he’d pick you up and take you, if you want.”