Chapter 10 – GLENNA #5
I feel him at my entrance, hot and hard, and I’m scared, not really scared, but scary-movie scared. Late-night-walk-alone scared, the kind that ends with you warm and safe and snug in your well-lit house.
Deliciously scared.
I widen my knees. He’s big.
He kisses me again, hungry, desperate, demanding.
I wriggle. He’s there, but he’s not moving.
What’s happening?
My fingers clutch where they’ve settled on his bunched shoulders.
Then he pulls back to look me in the eyes, but it’s so dark, I can’t make out his expression.
“What’s wrong?” My voice trembles.
“Nothing, baby. It’s so right. Gimme a second. I just need to—” He’s gulping down breaths, the muscles under my fingers tightening even harder.
Is he worried he’s going to come too quickly?
My core spasms. I want that. I want him to lose it.
Or is this about birth control?
“I’m on the pill.”
He makes a surprised grunt. “Oh. Yeah. That’s good, baby.”
Now he’s holding his cock, stroking up and down my dripping seam, teasing my clit. I whimper. It feels so good and not enough.
“I’m clean,” he says.
“Me, too.”
Then he exhales a gusty, forlorn sigh. “This first time, I’m gonna come too quick, baby, I know it. I can’t help it, but I promise, you’re gonna feel good, and we’re gonna do it again and again until you can’t fucking walk in the morning, okay?”
While he’s talking, he’s stroking his cock between my folds, up and down, and when he says “okay,” I lift my hips, and he slides inside me, stretching me, filling me. It feels amazing.
He makes a tortured, strangled sound, and then he drives into me, once, twice, and wet heat spurts inside my grasping pussy, and he shakes in my arms.
It gets very quiet.
My cheeks burn. My belly is coiled. It felt so good for thirty seconds, and I’m on edge, taut, pinned to the bed, cum dripping out of me, down my ass crack, making a wet spot on the sleeping bag.
Is he going to dismount?
Are we going to just stay here like this? Is he going to fall asleep now?
Is there a hole I can disappear into? Another dimension or something?
Is this the most awkward sex anyone has ever had?
And then there’s a twitch inside me. He’s getting hard again. He brushes soft kisses across my shoulders and cranes his neck to take my breast in his hot mouth.
In no time, I’m full again with his cock. He begins to stroke, slowly, fucking his cum back inside of me. His tongue laves my aching nipple, and my channel flutters. He groans.
His hands wander to my thighs, and he lifts them, urging my knees further back, spreading me wider. He’s fallen into a rhythm, and it feels so good, so deep, that I forget to think. I close my eyes, tilt my head back, and wrap my legs around his waist.
He thrusts harder. The pleasure gets brighter, stronger, expanding through my core. My muscles clench and quiver. I’m coming, moaning, thrashing my head back and forth because it’s so much, so good.
“That was one, right, baby?” Cash smooths damp hair off my forehead. I mumble-moan. I feel like a limp dishrag and also fan-freaking-tastic.
He keeps stroking, still hard and thick and hot. He slips a hand between our sweaty bellies and plays with my clit, drawing lazy circles.
“Now you’re gonna give me another one.”
I’m drifting. Floating. I love this. His hard pecs rub my nipples. His hips flex against mine. He massages my thighs, strokes down my calf to cradle my feet. His hands wander as he rails me with his cock, methodical and insistent.
I’m probably not gonna be able to come again. I should tell him. Until now, I’ve never orgasmed without playing with my own clit. Never had a multiple or even twice in a row.
But this is nice. Better than nice.
I search for him with my mouth, and he’s there immediately, kissing me, sucking my bottom lip. His beard scratches my jaw, but I don’t mind. He’s making me feel good.
Gradually, my belly begins to tighten, and the calloused finger teasing my sensitive bud becomes almost tormenting.
“You’re getting close again, aren’t you, baby?” he whispers in my ear. I moan.
He pulls out. What the hell? I whimper.
He laughs softly. “We’re just switching positions.”
He guides me onto my side, spooning me, lifting my leg over his hip, entering me from behind and holding me close to his chest. He kisses my neck, nips the skin, then soothes the bite with his tongue. All the while, he circles my clit with a rough finger, the perfect tempo, the perfect pressure.
I’m close. My muscles clench. I rock my hips to meet each thrust, make more of the magic that’s driving me closer and closer to the edge.
“Glenna, you’re so beautiful when you come. Do it for me again, baby. Come on. Be a good girl. Come on my cock.”
And I do. Hard. Everything inside me bears down and explodes, and this time it lingers, fades away so gradually that it takes me a while to register that he’s still hard, still thrusting into my cum-soaked pussy.
“Do you need a break, baby?” he murmurs in my ear.
I can’t form words. I mumble something. He chuckles.
Then he’s rolling me onto my stomach, tucking a firm pillow under my pelvis, angling me up. He settles over me, nudging my legs further apart with his knee.
“You tell me when you need a rest, okay?”
I babble nonsense into the forearm where I’ve rested my head. He takes my hips in a firm grasp and slides home to the hilt again. Oh, Lord. He hit a spot. He thrusts. He hits it again. I wail, blissed out.
“There it is,” he mutters, pleased with himself. He pounds it, relentlessly. I’m a rag doll, but I don’t want him to stop, I want to ride this wave over the edge again and dissolve into a million pieces of wonder.
At some point, I fall asleep. And then I wake up, and he starts again. He comes. I come. I can’t keep track. I can’t lift my limbs. He arranges me, then he makes me feel good again, all the time murmuring, “How is this, baby? Tell me how it feels. Say you love it. Say you love it, Cash .”
And I do, but I don’t know how he can make out what I’m saying. I am fuck drunk.
And I think maybe, for the first time in so long I can’t even remember—
I’m also happy.