“Tell me,” he whispers when he breaks the kiss. “Is it because I can make you come so hard your legs shake?”
I say nothing. Don’t bother denying his words because they’re the truth.
“Or maybe it’s the way I fuck you. There’s no fumbling, no denying you your satisfaction.” He kisses my neck, licks my skin and I tilt my head back, giving him better access. “You get what you deserve every single time.”
What I deserve. I like that. “Maybe it’s because you’re the most arrogant man I’ve ever met,” I murmur.
“Confident,” he corrects, shifting away from my neck so he can meet my gaze once more. “Maybe you liked that I knew what I wanted and I went after it with no hesitation.”
I frown at him. “What did you want?”
His smile returns, cocksure and bright in the dimness of the dark room. “You, baby. You.”
And then he’s kissing me again. Stealing all my words, stealing all my thoughts. Stealing away everything that is me, until all I can focus on is the glide of his tongue against mine, his big hands roaming my body, his erection brushing against my belly. He flips me around so my back is to his front and I feel him reach for one of the condoms that’s resting on the bedside table, I can only assume.
The next thing I know his hand is on my breast, his warm, slightly rough palm rubbing my sensitive nipple. He’s kissing and nibbling my neck, his other hand is spreading my legs and then he’s inside me, taking me from behind, his thrusts slow and shallow, like he has all the time in the world.
Oh God, and it feels so freaking unbelievably good. I close my eyes, my head falling back on his shoulder, the position arching my chest so my breast fills his hand. His other hand is at my hip, holding me in place as he takes me. Which is exactly what he’s doing—taking me. Fucking me gently—a term I never believed in before but that’s exactly what he’s doing.
“Hot and wet,” he whispers against my neck. “I can feel you trying to suck me deep, baby. Already eager for this to be over?”
I have zero control of my body. If I’m trying to suck him deep, I’m not aware of it. I readjust my hips, squirming against him and his fingers press into my flesh almost painfully.
“Stop moving,” he grits through his teeth, his mouth right at my ear, his breath hot. “Relax. No need to rush it.”
I calm my breathing, trying to do as he says. He’s right. There’s no need to rush. I savor the drag and pull of his cock sliding in and out of my body, how both of his hands are now on my chest, my breasts filling his palms, his mouth at my neck as he kisses me there.
“You ever been fucked from behind?” he asks gruffly.
“N-no.” I shake my head, suck in a harsh gasp when he slides his hand down to my stomach, his fingers splayed across my skin as he holds me in place.
“It’s best just like this,” he murmurs, his husky voice lulling me into a trance. “Slow and easy, when you’re not in a big hurry. When you just want to feel each other. Enjoy each other.”
I’m trembling at his words, at the shallow strokes of his cock. His hands are on my hips now, holding me. Unable to help myself, I wiggle against him, sending him deeper, and he groans, then sinks his teeth into the side of my neck. The pleasurable sting is like a direct link to my clit and I press my lips together to keep from crying out.
“Bend forward,” he urges, one hand at the center of my back. I do as he says, moaning when that hand strokes down my back, coasting over my butt.
It all feels so amazing, I don’t know if I’m going to be able to withstand this much longer.
The girl is trying to kill me. Her smooth as silk, pale as cream body is driving me out of my mind. I demanded she bend forward because I can see my cock disappear inside her body when she’s positioned like that and fuck, watching as I sink into her again and again is making me want to come.
I clench my jaw and pray I can keep my shit together for at least a few more minutes. I’ve already come twice. You’d think it would be no big deal, that I’m already so wrung out I should be able to make this last as long as I want, right?
But with Jade, it’s different. What do I know about slow, leisurely sex when I fuck a girl from behind? Every other chick I’ve fucked like this, I do it so I don’t have to look at her face. I’m just using her, plain and simple.
Not with Jade. I’m getting off on the slowness. How I can feel her pussy grip my dick. The way she trembles in my arms when I push forward, her butt pressed against me as I completely surround her.
It’s a totally new experience. Slow sex isn’t my style. This though…it’s like a fucking wonder. I’ve just had my eyes opened to a whole new world thanks to this girl.
I settle both of my hands on her ass, squeezing and kneading her plump flesh. She groans at my touch and I grip her hips, holding her steady as I start to increase my strokes. The need already claws at me, scraping up my spine, settling just under my skin. I have no control when it comes to her. She makes me insane. I keep telling her that but I don’t think she believes me.
She should. One minute between her legs and it’s like she’s all I want, all I can think about. I was already completely sucked in just spending time with her but now that I’ve actually had her? I don’t want to let her go, don’t want her out of my damn sight. I crave her constantly. It’s fucking nuts. With her, I’m insatiable.
Completely and totally insatiable.
I’d fully planned on relaxing tonight. Hang out with her, talk a little bit or watch a movie, maybe grab a snack considering I’m always hungry. I’d eventually get her into my bed, get her naked and fuck her. Then we could fall asleep in each other’s arms.
Nope. Not even close. I practically jumped her in the garage. Dragged her up to my room, stripped her naked and barely got out of my shorts before I had my cock inside her and she was begging me to fuck her harder. We went another round right after that. She slowly undressed me, seemingly fascinated with unbuttoning my shirt, her shaky fingers fumbling with the buttons, brushing against my skin and making me fucking insane. I let her have her way with me, demanded that she be on top and that had been hot. Watching her move and sway, her breasts in my face, her hips working as she slid up and down my cock.
She’d looked so smug afterward, so pretty and flustered yet confident—a look I haven’t really seen her wear when we’re involved sexually—I couldn’t resist her. I had to show her I could make her come as many times as possible. So I went down on her, licked that delicious little pussy until I had her writhing beneath my mouth and screaming my name.
See? I can’t resist her. Like, ever. I’m a goner. I make fun of assholes that are like this with a girl. Now I’ve become one of those assholes.
And I’m okay with it.
“Shep,” she whispers, her soft voice echoing through my head, making me fumble. That’s another thing. I’m a smooth motherfucker with girls. But not with this one. She makes my hands shake and my brain scramble and sometimes I’m at a loss for words and that never happens.
She whimpers my name again and I reach for the ends of her hair, lightly tugging on it so she lifts her head, bringing herself closer to me. “Yeah, baby?” I press my cheek to hers, inhale her addictive scent, closing my eyes as I lift my hips and give her an extra hard thrust.