“I’ve regretted it ever since that night, that I didn’t try to make you sleep in here and stay with me. I would’ve taken you a dozen more ways. But most of all, I wish I’d kept you on top of me. I will this time. Only don’t leave and go back to your room. Promise,” he said, his breath hot on my skin. I nodded.
“I want to stay,” I said, meaning more than just one night in his room. I wanted to stay forever.
“Then stay as long as you want, Trix,” he said, pressing a kiss to my collarbone.
I slid back to my feet, pushed off my jeans and panties in one movement, and straddled his lap again, my knees on either side of his legs and his hands curving onto my ass.
“I missed you so much tonight. I’m glad you went out. You deserve it. But I’m greedy and I want you here with me. I want to be home with you, inside of you—” he broke off, palming my head, bringing my mouth to his. “I’d say more but I’d have to stop kissing you and I can’t.”
“Don’t stop,” I said into his mouth, my hair tangling around his fingers, my tongue in his mouth. It was humid, blurry, and lush. I felt like my body was one aching knot that needed him to unwind it, to free me. I rocked my hips into him so he could feel the slickness between my legs, the wetness gathered there from the way he kissed me, the way he’d sucked my nipple and groped my ass. Everything he did made me wetter.
Still, when he lifted me by the hips, notched his cock against my slit, I caught my breath. Our eyes met, his with a question, mine with a yes. Then the heavy slide of his cock, so thick, began. The velvety-soft head nudged inside my tender wet lips, and with a long thrust, he buried himself within me. I choked, feeling so full from his invasion, so tight that I could do nothing but sit there, trying to catch my breath. Experimentally, I rocked my hips forward and a blaze of light flashed through me. It felt incredible, so I did it again.
“Oh God,” he groaned, his mouth on my neck, sucking, biting, gathering me in his arms and bucking into me. I felt so close to him, so intimately connected, our bodies wrapped around each other. My hands were on his bare back, feeling the bunch and flex of his muscles as he tried to maintain control. I started to roll my hips in a figure eight, which felt really good to me and apparently made him have visions of the divine because he was moaning like I was killing him but in a good way.
“Trix, yes, Jesus, Trix—” he broke off. Suddenly, he kissed my lips hard and deep and then lay back on the bed, “This is your chance, the chance I promised you. To ride me till we pass out. Try anything you want. Use me, baby. Take what you need.”
I bit my lip. That was easily the sexiest of all the sexy things he’d ever done. He lay back and surrendered, offered me his body for my pleasure. I leaned forward and brushed my lips to his. He wrapped his arms around me, trapped me to his chest and jerked his hips, thrusting deeper. A sound escaped me. I kissed him back and then sat up, seeing the miles of smooth bare flesh, the muscles and cut lines, the face of the man I loved that moved me with a tenderness I was afraid I’d speak aloud. I touched his lips with my fingertips and gave him a soft smile, telling him without saying the words. Then I started to move, rocking back and forth, trying a slide up and down, taking his cock out of me and gripping it in my hand, stroking him and then rubbing the sensitive head all along my outer lips. It was driving him crazy which I enjoyed a lot. Then I teased the tip of him inside me and touched my clit with my fingers. It was good but not good enough.
Boldly, I reached for his hand, guided it between my legs. When his fingers started to rub me, I gasped, and the world slipped sideways a little. I was bouncing up and down on his cock, riding him, taking him in all the way with every thrust, rolling my hips, arching my back, and all that time, his fingers plucked at my clit that felt swollen and tender, so that every brush of his fingers had the sharp intensity of a pleasure that was almost painful. I whimpered and said his name and he put his thumb on my clit and rubbed relentlessly until a snap of ecstasy lashed through me like a live wire, leaving me crying out, twitching and shaking in its grip. I felt my inner muscles clench around him, and he groaned in response, going deeper, his hips working that cock into me even harder. I collapsed on his chest, wrung out from my climax. He flipped me over and pounded into me for a minute. All I could do was cling to him and try to catch my breath as he tunneled into my body, that powerful cock just pumping into me, shaking the bed.