9. Nash
Her tight pussy strangles the fuck out of my fingers while she runs her soft hand up and down my hard cock. Fuck. I’m going to lose my goddamn mind before I get inside her sweet pussy if I don’t slow things down.
I slip off the bed, causing her to mumble a little complaint that gets cut off when I pull her curvy ass to the edge of the bed. I spread her slit with two fingers and press my tongue into her wet opening. I lose myself in her delicious taste as she whimpers my name.
My cock grows impossibly harder, and I know I’m running out of time. Tightening my grip on her hips, I use my hold to drag her closer to my mouth.
Her silky walls flutter around my tongue as she comes screaming my name. As tremors run through her curvy body, I manage to drag us both up to the top of the bed.
Rolling her over, I plunge my tongue into her mouth while my hands move over every inch of her body. When she reaches between us to stroke my shaft, I grind my teeth together to keep from coming.
Her hand squeezes my cock as she runs her thumb across the head, driving me wild, and I know I’ve hit the limits of my control.
I drag my cock from her hold and line it up with her wet opening. Staring down into her wide eyes, I push forward a couple of inches. When she doesn’t protest, I thrust hard, breaking through the little barrier that tells me she’s all fucking mine. When she cries out my name, I hold still to let her adjust. Leaning over, I devour her mouth and count backward from one hundred, hoping to distract myself.
She digs her nails into my back and pulls her lips from mine to beg, “Please move.”
I circle my hips a few times, feeling her inner walls start to relax their strangle hold on my cock. Picking up speed, I watch her gorgeous face for signs I’m hurting her.
She stares into my eyes while I slowly pick up speed. I see hunger and desire reflected in her gaze. Needing to get deeper, I slide my arm under her leg and lift it up. With each thrust, I sink further into heaven while her silky walls strangle the fuck out of my cock. I’m not going to last much longer.
I press my thumb against her swollen clit, and her tight inner muscles squeeze the hell out of my cock. Fireworks blast through my mind as I let go and come with her.
Waking up next to Leni feels like a dream I don’t want to shake off. Just as I’m about to let myself drift back into that blissful haze, an unexpected screech tears through the morning tranquility. The damn diva cat is throwing a fit at the door, her yowling loud enough to wake the dead. I crack an eye open, groaning softly at the interruption, but Leni merely laughs, her voice a soft and sleepy melody that makes my chest tighten in the best way.
“Your cat’s an asshole,” I mutter, though my lips curl into a smile despite the noise. I shift slightly, turning my attention back to Leni.
I lean over and plant a kiss on her lips, savoring the warmth and softness as my cock wakes up. She kisses back, a lazy, tender gesture. “You go shower,” I murmur against her lips, caressing her cheek lightly with my thumb. “I’ll deal with Boo and make some coffee.”
She pulls back just enough to look into my eyes, those captivating emerald depths flickering with amusement. “You really are perfect, you know that?” she whispers before rolling out of bed, her laughter trailing after her like a beautiful echo.
“I’m glad you think so.” I sit up, scrubbing a hand through my hair and giving the screeching cat a moment of my attention. “Alright, Boo. I’m coming,” I tell her, only half-annoyed with her morning theatrics. Now, I’m going to work on winning over the cat, and by extension, her owner.
As I make my way to the kitchen, Boo persists with her vocal protest, but with some gentle words and scratches, she relents, allowing me to walk past. I fumble through figuring out how to work her coffee maker and get the coffee brewing.
The cat sits on the edge of the counter, giving me a look that says, “You’re so pussy-whipped.” And she isn’t wrong. I’m completely smitten with Leni. Head over heels, dive-in-without-regret kind of obsessed. I’m in this for the long haul, and she’s worth every bit of effort.
The moment she reappears, fresh from her shower, hair damp and cheeks flushed, it’s like the world rights itself again. She throws me a look that’s somewhere between playful and appreciative, and I hand her a steaming cup of coffee with a mock bow.
“Your morning potion,” I tease, watching as she takes that first sip and visibly relaxes, eyes closing in contentment.
“You keep getting even more perfect,” she quips back, and I can’t help but let out a laugh, setting my own cup down on the counter.
“Stick around and you’ll find out just how perfect I can be,” I say, grinning like an idiot. I’m resolved to make this thing between us work, to show her that she’s already essential to my life.
As we stand there, coffee mugs in hand, with Boo weaving around our legs, I admit to myself I’m in love with Leni, unabashedly and irrevocably, and this is just the beginning of our story.