Fifty-Eight
I t was finally happening. Not my first time, because we’d had that already, but I was finally going to experience what I’d seen in those naughty videos. I was finally going to experience Has-Been without any holding back, without any caution, because I knew how good it felt to be with him, and he knew he wasn’t breaching any barriers this time.
He was hard beneath me, now holding my hips and dragging me back and forth over his dick, but I didn’t want to slide on it, I wanted it inside me.
“Please, Has.”
He grinned, his hands halting my motion.
“I love it when you say please, babe. You don’t have to be so sweet and polite in bed, but I think it’s beautiful.”
I slid my hands over his, wishing he’d let us move, or guide himself inside me.
“You prefer that to me begging you to fuck me hard, Has?”
His soft groan, and the way his hands tightened on my hips, told me exactly how much he liked it when I talked like that.
“Please, Has, fuck me. Show me how good it can feel.”
He let out a low curse, and adjusted his grip on me, rolling us both until he was on top of me.
“You want it, and you get it, babe, but this is important… if you need me to stop, or you don’t like something I’m doing, please tell me. Please stop me. I promise I’ll always stop. You know that, right?”
Of course I knew that. Has, of all people, wouldn’t force himself on anyone, least of all me.
“I know, Has. I trust you completely, and I know I’m safe with you. Safer than I’ve ever been.”
Has dipped his head, drawing me into one of those teasing kisses that made me squirm beneath his comforting weight, like I just couldn’t stay still.
He was bracing himself on his elbows, with his fingers either side of my face. He was everywhere. All around me, above me, surrounding me, his tongue finally surging against mine as we both desperately deepened our kiss. The only place he wasn’t was the one place I needed him more than ever.
“Please,” I gasped against his lips, bringing that wide smile back to his sweet face.
“Tell me, babe… are you nice and wet for me? Do I need to tease you some more first?”
Oh god . I shook my head vehemently.
“You’re not wet? Oh damn… I guess I’m not as good as I thought I was.”
I swatted his shoulder, even as he smirked down at me.
“No teasing, dammit. I’m so wet, Has. Please… fuck me right now!”
Has moved one hand between us, and then he was sliding deep inside me, easily filling me until his body rested tight against mine.
We both let out matching groans of relief, because finally he was where we both needed him to be. Being connected to him in this way just added to that feeling of safety and peace. As long as Has-Been was with me, I’d always be desperate for his touch.
Has-Been
I t was like coming home, and I know that’s a cliché, and it gets said in all those romance books the ladies like to read, but it was fucking true. I still couldn’t believe she was mine, and that we were together like this. Obviously she was made for me, just like I was made for her. I’d spend the rest of my life keeping her safe and proving myself worthy of her.
I kissed her nose, and she giggled, and then she kinda wriggled beneath me, and Fuuuck… I couldn’t hold back anymore, because she wanted me to fuck her, and I didn’t want to do anything else for the rest of my days.
I drew back and surged deep, her hot sweet pussy welcoming me back in its slick grip. Elise’s eyes widened, and she let out a low moan.
“Good?”
“So good. Please… keep doing it, Has. I can take it. I want to be yours.”
I thrust deep again, wanting to go faster, but at the same time wanting to drag this moment out forever. Reality was outside that locked door, and I wanted it to stay away forever.
“You. Fucking. Are . Mine,” I gritted out, as I started pounding into my sweet girl, just the way she wanted me to. Those eyes of hers were so wide and blinking fast, but it wasn’t anything bad she was feeling. I was so watchful for any fear, or discomfort, but instead she was digging her nails into my ass, and pulling me tighter against her with each thrust.
“Yes! Give it to me, Has!” She actually yelled that, and I was sure I’d get some hell for it later, but all that mattered was that my girl was getting what she wanted, what she needed from me.
She kept murmuring things like ‘yes’, and ‘more’, and I gave it to her. I braced myself on my elbows, my eyes on hers, as I fucked her good and hard, my hips crashing against hers, as I chased both of our orgasms with a fierceness I think I’d never felt before. It wasn’t about wanting to pound her into the mattress, it was about making her feel so fucking good that she’d never want to be doing anything else. She’d always want to be connected to me, and with me, and mine. Just always mine.
Jesus, I was getting too close too fucking fast, and I wasn’t gonna let her first proper fuck get ruined like that, so I forced myself to slow down, and stop, resting my forehead against hers, even as she tried to spur me on to go faster.
“Please, Has!”
My responding chuckle was embarrassingly breathless, and I nipped her lips with mine before I pulled back.
“Get your hands up on mine, babe. Come on, get those damn fingernails out of my ass cheeks.”
She started giggling as she moved her hands, trying to loop them around mine. It didn’t matter, because what I wanted to do was pin them to the bed anyway, and I moved swiftly, pushing her hands down and lacing our fingers.
“You don’t like it?”
“That’s not the damn problem, woman.”
She was blinking innocently at me, even as she tested my hold on her.
“It was good?”
“Too. Fucking. Good.” I kissed her again, and nudged her nose with mine. “Now I’m going to fuck you like a man possessed, and you’re gonna take it, okay? You can always stop me if it gets too much.”