Chapter 36 #2
“You’re doing so well,” I grit, clenching my jaw. “Tight little pussy squeezing the life out of me.”
I’m not going to last long. The more I feed her, the less I’m able to hold back.
“Are you all the way in?”
“Almost,” I choke out.
“Cole,” she pleads. “Give it to me. Stop holding back.”
It’s a battle between my dick and brain. Of course I want to sink into her completely but I’m also aware it’s not the most pleasurable experience right now.
She tilts up her hips again and my brain loses the battle. I snap forward to meet her, filling her to the hilt as my eyes roll back in my head, my vision momentarily going black. The feeling of ecstasy from being fully sheathed in her is unmatched.
I halt my movements, giving her body some time to get used to me.
“God, you’re so big,” she breathes.
My lips twitch. “I know, baby. I’m sorry.”
A gasping laugh crawls up her throat. “So cocky.”
“What was that about my cock?” I ask as I slightly draw back and thrust back in.
“Ohhh,” she whimpers. “Do that again.”
This time I pull out more and rut back into her harder.
“Yes,” she hisses. “That feels good.”
Thank fuck. All I want is to make her feel good.
I kiss her, loving the feeling of all her little sounds vibrating against my mouth as I piston in and out of her. “Keep talking to me. Tell me what you like.”
Her lips roll, her cheeks coloring pink. Now she wants to be shy, while my cock is buried deep inside her.
“I don’t know. I like everything you’re doing.”
“You gotta give me something.”
She smiles up at me, cute and shy and sexy, and, God, I’m never going to get enough of her.
“I like when you kiss me. It makes me feel…like you’re not just—”
“Fucking you?” I finish for her. “That’s because it is more than fucking.
Everything is more with you.” I crash my lips to hers, and she opens for me immediately.
I thrust my tongue in her mouth at the pace I’m thrusting into her pussy.
Long, fluid strokes. Learning her. Worshipping her.
Earning every piece of her she wants to give me.
I kiss down her jaw, burying my face in her neck, inhaling the scent of warm sugar.
Without thinking, I slide my hand under her thigh and lift it to settle by my waist, my cock going in even deeper.
She makes a startled sound that almost has me pulling out entirely until I realize she’s meeting me on the thrust.
“You’re so deep,” she sighs. “I feel so full.”
“You like feeling me deep? Stretching you out to fit me?”
“Yes,” she hisses.
“What else do you like? Tell me how you want to be fucked.”
“I—I—I don’t know,” she stutters, like she’s struggling to form a thought.
I’m not going to let up though. I want her communicating with me. I want her to feel comfortable telling me what she needs.
“Well, I know you like this,” I tell her as I stimulate her clit.
“Mm-hmm,” she hums.
I give her a harder thrust than I have been and she groans thickly, the muscles in her inner walls clamping down so tightly I have to clench my ass to stop from coming.
“Oh, I see.” I push in again. “You like it rough, don’t you, baby?”
She nods, lashes fluttering. Only my girl could manage to look innocent as she admits she wants me to fuck her rough.
I wasn’t planning to let her go now that I’ve got her, but now I’m certain I’m going to marry this woman.
I pick up the pace, hiking her leg higher. “What else? Tell me.”
“This is like talking while running a 5K,” she exasperates.
Chuckling, I give her clit a pinch. “Tell me. Last one, I promise. And then I’ll let you come.”
Her eyes light up at that. Greedy little thing.
“I like it when you talk to me…dirty stuff,” she says, her lips lifting demurely.
Fuck me. She’s definitely wifey.
I bring my mouth down to her ear and nip at it before whispering, “Oh, baby, you have no idea what you just did. I’m going to ruin this pussy. Make you my little fuck doll. Fill you up every day. So full of cum everyone will know who you belong to. Is that what you want? You want my cum?”
She spasms around me, her body quaking from my words. When our gazes meet, there’s excitement blazing in those gorgeous eyes, and she has the audacity to nod shyly. Like she’s not already a little sex fiend.
“Come inside me, Cole. Please,” she pants.
“God,” I growl through clenched teeth. “I’m going to fuck you hard, so tell me to stop if it’s too much.”
“Do it.” She clings to my shoulders, her fingertips biting into my skin painfully. “Don’t stop.”
And then I rail into her, pumping into the increasing tightness. I didn’t intend to do this for our first time, to be rough, to be anything but careful.
She licks into my mouth, kissing me while I fuck her.
It’s erratic and starved, our moans tangling with the slapping sounds of our skin.
I reach between us, rubbing ministrations over her clit, slathering the area with the moisture already pooling where we’re joined.
Gathering some of the mess, I shove it in her mouth, and she sucks it right off my fingers without hesitation.
In the next breath I’m sealing my lips over hers, tasting us.
I’m seconds from coming and I hope to hell she’s there with me. I drive into her over and over again, each thrust more deliberate than the last. With one hand intertwined with hers, pressing against the pillow, I pinch her clit with the other, whispering filthy praise in her ear.
She thrashes and writhes beneath me, screaming with pleasure. Her orgasm milks my cock and squeezes the cum right out of me. It surges out in endless spurts, filling her, and it’s the best damn thing I’ve ever felt.
It takes me a moment to come back to myself, blinded by euphoria, and when I finally do, I collapse over the top of Ariana, so fucking spent I can’t think.
When enough blood returns to my head to muster a thought, I realize I’m crushing her, but as soon as I start to roll off her, she grabs around my bicep and stops me.
“Stay,” she sighs. “Stay like this for a while.”
“Baby, I’m crushing you.”
“No,” she whispers. “I like it. I feel safe.”
After a while, I’m able to convince her to let us move, so we roll over together without breaking our connection. My dick is soft inside her, but she doesn’t seem to want to let it go. And I have no desire to pull it out.
This is the closest I’ve ever felt to anyone in my life. My heart can hardly handle it. We’ve barely spoken, just breathed in sync as our messy bodies stay wound together and twisted in bedsheets.
My knuckles drift up and down her spine in slow, soothing strokes as I feel the steady beat of her heart against my chest. As much as I love having her draped over me like this, I know I need to take care of her—make sure she’s okay.
That was the most intense, mind-blowing sex I’ve ever had.
I can’t even begin to imagine what’s going through her head right now.
I scatter some light kisses at her temple to get her attention. “I have to clean you up,” I say quietly. “It might hurt a little when I pull out.”
Without lifting her head, she nods against my chest and then slowly starts to move.
I ease my cock out of her one inch at a time. She winces once it’s fully out, cupping a hand over her mound.
“Lie back, let me take a look.”
Wordlessly she falls against the pillows.
I thought for sure my cock had stayed warm inside her long enough that our releases would have dried up, but the moment her legs part, my cum drips out, thick and glistening between the folds of her swollen, freshly-fucked pussy.
I’ve never seen anything like it and have the sudden urge to push it back inside her and plug her up until I know she’s kept every drop. I almost do it, but stop myself. She’s probably sore and tender. Now is not the time to indulge in a breeding kink I wasn’t aware I even had.
“I’ll be right back,” I tell her. “I’m going to grab you a warm washcloth.”
She blinks at me but does nothing else, and it’s beginning to concern me that she’s barely spoken since we had sex.
I step out of the bedroom and forget where I am for a second.
I rented this funky little house for a picnic dinner. I hadn’t even planned for us to stay the night, let alone end up fucking each other’s brains out in Snow White’s bedroom.
My intentions were very pure. At least that’s what I tell myself as I rummage through the bathroom in search of a washcloth. Luckily, there’s a basket of them under the sink. I grab a few and run them under warm water before returning to the bedroom, where Ariana hasn’t so much as moved a muscle.
“I’m going to clean you up,” I repeat as I settle between her legs. Gently, I press the warm washcloth over her sensitive skin and she lets out a pained hiss. “I’m sorry, baby.”
“It’s okay,” she says softly.
I don’t want to cause her any more discomfort, but I’m glad she finally spoke.
The first washcloth takes care of most of my cum. The second comes away with a little blood as I finish cleaning her up. I’m not surprised—I expected it, given that she’d only been with someone once before, years ago.
“I’m sorry,” she says quickly, alarm in her voice as her eyes cut away, her skin flushing.
“Nothing to apologize for. It’s perfectly normal. I don’t give a shit about a little blood.” I set the washcloth aside. “I’m more worried about you. You’re being really quiet and you’re scaring me. Did I hurt you? Did I do something you didn’t like? Talk to me, doll.”
That seems to shake her and she sits up a little, reaching out for me.
I move to sit beside her.
“I’m sorry for freaking you out. I just—I’ve never experienced anything like that.”
“In a good way or a bad way?” I ask, my body tensing.
“In a good way. I just don’t know how to explain it without sounding dumb.”
“Say it anyway. Nothing you say could ever sound dumb to me.”
“It was just so intense. And it felt really good. And I feel so close to you—like I saw your soul or something.” She laughs softly, embarrassed. “I know that sounds crazy. And I promise I’m not just magically in love with you because we had sex.”
“Actually, I think that means you are in love with me.” I joke, unable to help myself, despite my chest swelling with hope. I’ve never been in love before. But if I could love anyone, it would be Ariana. And I really like the thought of her loving me back.
“Of course you only heard that part.” She giggles, and all the knots of worry in my stomach loosen at once.
I draw her against me, my arm around her, dropping a kiss to the top of her head. “I’m only teasing.” After a pause, I let the humor fall away. “I feel the same way. I really do. I think I saw your soul too, and I don’t think I’ll ever be the same again.”