Chapter 14
Layla
Now that I know what a real orgasm is supposed to feel like, I can’t believe I thought I’d ever had one before, mistaking the small pulses of heat for more than what they were when I was with Steven. Even as bone-deep tired as I am, I crave more. I also can’t seem to slow my heart rate down, my fingers between my legs, sliding through the cum Russell left on me—twice in one day—but not fully inside of me where I want it.
His cock is hard again, pressed against me, so close to where I want him. I let my fingers drift lower, finding my clit, massaging it. It’s not nearly as divine as Russell’s tongue.
“You’re supposed to be sleeping,” Russell says, his nose buried in my hair and his arm tightening around my waist.
“I’m trying.”
“You’re shaking.” He leans up on an elbow and turns my head. “What’s wrong?”
Just seeing his handsome face and thick beard makes my exploration more pleasurable, and my lips part with a breathy moan. He flips the comforter back, discovering for himself what’s making me shake, breathless, and his cock swells larger, his hips already rocking.
He lifts my top leg over his, giving me more room to shove my fingers lower, my pussy wet as I speed up.
“Oh f—you need me, don’t you?”
I nod and beg, “Daddy, please. It’s so much better when you do it.”
Russell groans and replaces my fingers with his, humping me at the same time as he massages circles over my clit, my eyes fluttering shut.
I reach up behind me to grip his neck when he kisses mine from behind. “So good. So good.” I moan and arch my back, rolling my hips into his hand, then back against his cock.
“Darlin’—hold on.” He yanks his hips back and readjusts himself so that his shaft slides between my lower lips when he goes back to playing with my clit.
“Are we…are we going to have sex?” I both do and don’t want to. Sex has always been painful, and with Russell’s size, it might be worse. But I also don’t want to let that stop us from being together in the most intimate way possible.
“I want to. God, how I want to, but I’m worried I’ll hurt you,” he says as if he somehow knew what I was thinking. “And I never want to be the reason you’re in pain.”
If I had any lingering questions about the depth of his love for me, that would have squashed the last of them.
“Please, I want to try.” I arch my back deeper so his wet crown brushes my entrance on his next thrust.
Russell holds me still, now the one shaking. “If we do this…it means something to me. I don’t just want sex, you understand? I want you, all of you, darlin’.”
“Yes,” I breathe out with longing, the future I’ve always dreamed of flashing behind my eyes. A kind, caring, patient, and loyal partner. Even if I can’t have everything I want, with him at a later stage of life than me and my chances of getting pregnant slim as it is, I can still give him every bit of me and cling to hope. “It means something to me, too.”
“Layla…” Russell shudders behind me, and when he thrusts again, he slowly pushes in a tiny bit deeper, then backs out and does it again, all while continuing to massage me. “You tell me the second it starts to hurt, you hear me?”
I nod my head fast. “Yes, Daddy.”
He’s not the least bit aggressive as he works his way into my body, immediately coming to a stop when I hiss.
“Ok, ok, we’ll stop here,” Russell promises, breathing hard.
“No, keep going.” I even try to rock back to take more of his length.
He keeps me immobile with his hand on my hip. “Not yet. We have to work up to it.”
“Please?” I bring his hand up to cup my breast, hoping to tempt him into giving me more.
“No,” he says with finality, caressing my nipple with his thumb, and I love him all the more for it.
“Can you still cum when you’re only halfway in?” Please, please, let him be able to cum .
He chuckles, sliding his hand down my torso to cup my belly. “I’ve cum from looking at you across the room before.”
My pussy clenches around him with the boost of self-esteem. “Really?”
“Too many times to count,” he whispers with a gravelly voice in my ear, rocking in and out of me carefully. “I’m already close just being inside you while your pussy milks me. Tell me when you’re going to cum, and I’ll…I’ll pull out since I don’t have a condom. ”
I immediately zip my mouth shut…until it falls open involuntarily, my moans growing louder when he finds his rhythm, never once going any deeper or making me hiss again.
“I can feel you, darlin’. You’re close, aren’t you?”
I shake my head, gripping his neck so he can’t move away, and hook my leg higher up with my ankle behind his calf.
“Yes, you are. Shi-oot, you’re gonna make me cum, darlin’, before I can—”
I roll forward onto my stomach, taking him with me, his arm pinned to the mattress beneath me. I let go of his neck so I can grab his other arm, clinging to it. I bite my pillow when his full weight crushes me since he can’t brace himself—just like I wanted—and so I won’t make a noise when I orgasm.
“Layla, darlin’, you’re cumming, aren’t—ah, f—” Russell accidentally pushes deeper, but in this position, it doesn’t hurt as much, and I welcome him, tilting my hips up as much as I can. “I’m gonna cum inside you if you don’t let go of me.”
“Yes, yes, yes,” I beg, grappling to hold onto his arms even tighter, squeezing my inner muscles around him. “Don’t pull out.”
* * *
Russell
I’d think I was hearing things—Layla’s phantom voice when I’m masturbating, begging me not to pull out—if she weren’t clinging to me for dear life, her pussy pulsing so tight around me. I don’t think I’d be able to even if I wanted to, which I don’t .
For the first time in my life, I’m nervous about my blood pressure, my heart beating harder in my chest when I cum inside the woman I love more than life itself. I shouldn’t have so much to give after cumming twice already today, once just thirty minutes ago, yet it keeps coming. Even when Layla gets what she wants out of me, she refuses to let go of my arms when I try to move off of her, knowing she can’t breathe very well.
“Darlin’, we gotta move.”
She shakes her head, gasping for breath. It’s both adorable and concerning.
“Come on, now.” When I roll over, she goes with me, throwing her weight so that I land on my back with her flat on top of me. She drags in a massive, audible breath, still holding my arms, a little more than half my dick snug inside her pussy. This position never cropped up in any of my fantasies, but it sure will now.
“Thank you.” Her voice is scratchy but steeped with gratitude. “I think I might be able to fall back asleep like this.”
She doesn’t have to keep her death grip on my arms any longer when I wrap them around her waist, one palm heavy on her lower belly, with her head resting on my left pec over my heart. I kiss her crown. “You can sleep like this every night if you want.”
“Every night?”
“Every single night. I won’t— can’t go back to sleeping without you.” I hold my breath, praying her love and longing for me are as intense as mine are for her. I don’t know how I’d be able to go on after this if they’re not.
She turns her head to look up. “Promise?”
“Yes. Yes, yes, darlin’.” I curl to kiss her lips, which she welcomes. I cup her pussy where we’re joined, my blood heating when I think of my dick plugging my cum inside her. “I do,” I promise, hoping it won’t be the last time I get to say those two little- big words to her.
She settles back, helping to drag the comforter over us. Though I should leave her in bed by herself and take my seat by the door so I can keep guard, my eyes drift closed when hers do, getting the best sleep I’ve had in the nearly three and a half years I’ve known her, with many more to look forward to.
* * *
Layla jerks upright when her phone pings with a notification, yanking me out of my sleep when the motion jerks my dick at a painful angle, hazy sunshine spilling through the blinds. Waking up inside her isn’t nearly as sexy as falling asleep since we’re both sore, but I’ll still take it over not being with her.
We both hiss when she leans forward with her hands on my knees, and I help lift her bottom. The sight of her pink pussy leaking my cum so close to my face is one dreams are made of, and my raw cock springs to life in an instant.
I grip her hips, shackling her in place while I look my fill. “Never seen anything hotter in all my life, darlin’.”
Her eyes are wide, peeking around her shoulder, watching me.
“Come here,” I demand hoarsely.
“Where?”
I tug on her hips, giving her a wink as I help her walk back on her hands and knees. “Daddy wants a kiss good morning.”
“You don’t mean—ew, really?”
“Ew?” I chuckle. “You won’t be saying that when I make you cum first thing in the morning every morning. Drop your shoulders.”
She still looks uncertain, but she does what she’s told, dropping her hips, too, to grind her pussy on my face when I give her the first lick.
Another notification pings her phone, and she sits up straight on my face. “Crap! That’s my motion sensor. Someone’s here.”
“Ignore ‘em,” I try to say, my voice muffled by her warm flesh. But a knock follows a third notification, and I reluctantly let her climb off of me. She pulls on the silky robe from yesterday and goes to the door, but I step around her to reach it first, tugging my waistband up and tucking my dick away. “Did you check who it is?”
“It’s my brother,” she says, smiling from ear to ear, holding up her phone to show me the live view outside.
I joke, “Think he’ll approve of me?”
Her smile morphs into a grimace.
Well, shoot, I should have seen that coming , considering our ages.
“Do you want me to hide in the bathroom?” I ask carefully, wanting to gauge her reaction even if I have zero intentions of doing so.
“No.” She slides her hand up my bare chest, then cups my cheek. “Never.”
I bend to kiss her, though I turn my head at the last second to kiss her cheek instead of her lips with our combined mess on my face.
“On second thought,” she says when her brother knocks harder on the door, pointedly looking at my beard. “Maybe you should wash up a little first before meeting my brother. ”
“Tell him to hold on a minute, then. I don’t want you opening that door yet, in case there’s anyone else out there.” I grab my gun, subtly nudge the book and her panties I’d dropped on the floor last night beneath her bed to grab later, then stash my weapon in her closet on my way to the bathroom. “Good girl,” I whisper, kissing her on the mouth this time after I’m done, having brushed my teeth, too.