Chapter 16 The Best For Last #2
I wonder if she’ll come clean with me if I continue peppering her with questions. She didn’t have any problem telling Owen. I should definitely keep him around and find out more about her sexual history, because she certainly doesn’t want to share it with me.
“I’m not like you. I haven’t had many boyfriends, and if I had to guess, none of them were very experienced. It’s only been a couple of times, and I didn’t fake anything, I just didn’t have… that reaction.”
Well, shit, at least no one stuck their dick in her. But will she confess that to me?
“And how about the sex? Has that been lackluster as well?”
“I’d say that sums it up.”
Damn, she’s clever with her replies. While I love knowing her pussy is mine and that I own each and every one of her climaxes, I’d love it even more if she’d admit it. For now, the knowledge will have to suffice.
“How about this, Mouse? I’ll give you enough orgasms to make up for all those losers before me. Sound good?”
She giggles. “I think that’s a great idea.”
I jerk my hips slightly, pushing my cock into her ass. He’s been ignored but not forgotten.
“We’d better get started then. Let’s dry off and move this to the bed.” I nuzzle her neck before standing, causing her to giggle some more. The sound is music to my ears.
After wrapping a towel around my waist, I grab another and hold it out wide so she can stand without feeling like she’s on full display. As soon as she’s up and out of the tub, I wrap it around her and lean forward to take advantage of her restrained arms.
I’ve never enjoyed kissing a woman this much. It’s like I’m sixteen again, and this is the only thing I know how to do. My cock is at full mast when I finally come up for air.
“All right, if I keep this up, we won’t make it to the bed. You’d better go.”
She manages to maneuver her arms out so that she can hold the towel in place. I’ll give her the modesty for now, since she’ll be naked and under me shortly.
Now that the sun has set and it’s dark outside, I close the windows and blinds as she walks over, but turn around in time to watch her climb in. Her red hair cascading down her alabaster back is a sight to behold, and so is the quick glimpse of her ass I’m finally awarded.
“Now what?” she asks innocently once she settles and catches me staring.
“You relax while I grab our dessert and a glass of wine. See if there’s anything good on.” I go to hand her the remote, unable to resist leaning down to taste her once more.
When I stand, she’s eye level with my cock, sticking straight out under the towel. “Uh, don’t you need…” She points at it and circles her finger to indicate her meaning.
“Don’t worry, Mouse. He’ll survive a little longer. He’s had more practice, remember?” I deliver the jab with a wink before walking away.
Serves her right, since she won’t tell me the truth about her experience, or lack thereof. Probably not the most mature response, but hell, I’m still a man, so it comes with the territory.
Minutes later, we’re both settled on the bed, naked and sipping wine while she flips through channels.
Something tugs at me that I haven’t experienced in ages, but I’m not ready to label it.
I will admit this is comfortable, though.
For the first time I can remember, I'm content and not even close to being done. In fact, I don’t want this to come to an end.
The evidence comes when she lands on the Hallmark channel, and I don’t hesitate when she asks if I mind.
“Are you sure? I can look for something else if you want,” she says sincerely.
“Only if you scoot your ass over here and snuggle into me like you’re supposed to do during a sappy Christmas movie. And you have to let me feed you dessert.”
She smiles as she moves over. My arm naturally wraps around her as she leans into me and burrows in.
I could get used to this. It’s been ages since I was with Layla, and oddly enough, I don’t remember ever feeling this content.
We were college sweethearts, young, naive, and convinced the world was our oyster.
I’d say I was the foolish one who thought she was it for me.
Fresh out of law school and establishing ourselves, we were equally driven and excited to embark on our careers.
After landing top positions at the firms we’d been interning at and becoming settled, it was finally time to take the next step.
We’d already been apartment hunting, and I figured this was the natural path in life.
Having the ring picked out for months, I was weeks away from proposing.
That was, until I came home for lunch one day to change after spilling coffee on my suit that morning.
Boy, was I surprised to hear Layla’s moans coming from my roommate’s bedroom instead of mine.
Three years, and suddenly I wondered how long they’d been lusting over each other, or more importantly, when they’d first given in?
That was when I decided once and for all that marriage was bullshit.
First my dad, then Layla, not to mention all the countless dumbasses who fucked up by straying that I saw daily.
It was no wonder staying single was an obsession.
Sex and sayonara. That was my new philosophy and became my permanent life motto.
Until now, when this girl right here—the one in my arms who’s making me rethink everything—has me wanting more. I’m not sure how she thawed my frozen heart after only a couple of months, but somehow, she did. I suspect if this keeps up, she’ll soon have it melted completely.
I’m lost in thought when I suddenly feel wetness on my chest and look down to see Poppy silently crying. Shit, I’ve been so stuck in my head, I haven’t even been paying attention to the movie. The wine is long gone, and apparently, it’s wrapping up with the happily ever after.
The problem with these movies is that they set women’s expectations way too fucking high. We’re not all princes, we’re not all from perfect families, and we’re not all goddamn pussies. But the tears in my girl’s eyes make me wish I were every damn one of those things—for her and her alone.
I take her glass, placing it next to the empty dessert plate before lifting her into my lap to straddle me.
“Come here, baby. Let me dry your tears.” I wipe under each eye and then pull her lips to mine. It doesn’t take long for the innocent kiss to turn into something not so innocent. Within seconds, my dick is hard again, so close to where he knows he belongs.
She’s grinding into me, filling me with lust, and from the sound of her wetness, she feels the same.
“Dammit. I want you, Poppy. You’re dripping for me. I need you wrapped around my cock.”
Without breaking our connection, I reach down as she raises her hips by a couple of inches and guide my tip to her entrance.
“Go on, Mouse. Sit on me. Let me feel you take me in.” She starts to sink slowly, her snug channel barely stretching to accommodate me. “Fuck, yeah. That’s it, baby. Goddamn, you’re so fucking tight.”
“Oh, God. It’s… a lot.” She pauses and retracts slightly before trying to lower again.
“Don’t stop now, baby. Keep going.” She sinks a little more. “Good girl. Take it all.”
She lowers down fully, and fuck if it’s not the best feeling in the world.
There’s nothing like the initial breach—no thrust afterward compares.
Her pussy is squeezing me so tight it’s like it’s never been penetrated.
Only I know it has. But not enough to be used to it, and the tension in Poppy’s shoulders reminds me she’s still new to this.
“Shhh. Relax.” I reach up to brush the hair from her face. “You’ve got this. It only gets better from here. Are you ready to ride me?”
“I’m not sure. I’m scared to move.”
“Don’t be. I promise you’ll like this. Scoot back and forth. Feel how deep I am.” I’m dying to take control, but I want her to be comfortable first. She’ll see how good it is in no time. I grab her and gently move her forward and back to demonstrate.
She gasps.
“You like that, baby? My cock’s all yours. Use it, Poppy. Fuck me however you want.”
She gives her hips a slight rock, testing out the movement, and her pussy clenches around me.
“Fuuuck. Your pussy is heaven. It’s like you were made for me.”
Her head is buried in my neck, but the urge to kiss her is overwhelming, so I lift her up and bring her mouth to mine, heightening our desire. Only seconds pass until we’re devouring each other, and she’s moving vigorously in sync with our mouths.
I’m groaning into the kiss, the sensation of her fucking me, out of this world. She speeds up, then lifts into a sitting position and braces herself on my chest. Her hands grab onto my pecs while she uses her grip to move back and forth. It’s fucking phenomenal. She’s a natural.
“You look so good riding my cock.”
I can tell she’s close, so I take it upon myself to bring her home, because the quicker she’s coming, the quicker I can unleash myself toward my own release.
If my dick doesn’t coat her insides with cum soon, he’ll revolt.
Finding her clit with my thumb, I slowly circle it, applying just the right amount of pressure.
“Come on, baby. Give in to it and soak me.”
My other hand reaches for her breast, and when I tweak her nipple, pure ecstasy lights up her face, and her pace quickens frantically as she chases her orgasm. Two seconds later, she squeezes my dick so hard, I’d have blown if I wasn’t so concentrated on her pleasure.
“Oh, God. Oh, God. Oh, my God. Braden. It feels so good. Don’t stop.” She screams the rest of her climax before crashing to my chest in a heap.
“You okay, Mouse?”
“Holy shit. More than okay.”
“Good, because I’m taking over. You ready?”
“Uh, for what?”
“You’ll see.” I grab her hips firmly to hold her in place and pummel into her from below, hammering in and out at a frantic pace while I keep her still.
“Fuck, I love this pussy. You take my cock so well, Mouse.”
I continue rutting into her from below, hitting that spot deep inside that feels like I’m breaking through some secondary barrier, and in my imagination, it opens only for me.
“I own this pussy, don’t I? Say it, Poppy. Tell me I own this pussy.”
Nothing comes out other than sounds of pleasure.
I spank her ass. “Tell me who owns this pussy. Now.”
“You,” she yells.
“I what? Let me hear it, Poppy.”
“You own my pussy.”
“Ah, fuuuck.” With her submission and hearing those words come out of her mouth, I fucking lose it. My balls seize to the most epic orgasm of all orgasms as I fill her with cum.
I thrust deep as I ride it out, eventually holding still as it overtakes me, shooting more into her with each throb of my cock, until the last pulse finishes me off.
“Fuck, Poppy. That was… so… fucking… good.”
“That was… something else. I just…” Her head shakes into the crook of my neck.
I give her a minute to formulate words, but she doesn’t finish.
“You just what?”
“Is it always like this?” she blurts. “Is this normal, or is it because I’m not as seasoned as everyone else?”
I lean back into the bed at the same time I lift her chest to look at her.
“Hey, listen to me. No. It’s not always like this.
And it has nothing to do with your experience.
Whatever this is between us… it’s something more.
It’s just as good for me—better than it’s ever been, in fact.
” I rub my thumb along her jaw. “And we’re only getting started. ”