Abel
She’s sitting there with her perfect tits staring at me like they belong in my fucking mouth. And I have to fight myself to keep from manhandling her, from shoving my dick inside her like a madman, like some rabid animal until she’s screaming.
I want her to be a blank canvas, open to every stroke.
As long as I’ve waited to have sex with her, I can’t deny that it won’t be lovemaking. Part of me feels shitty about it but when I look at her, I feel too many things.
Too many things for this to be sweet right now.
She doesn’t fight me when I turn her around and push her down to the bed. Or when I pull her panties down over her perfect ass.
I nudge her forward, so her face hits the mattress and her ass is in the air.
My hands are planted on each cheek and one at a time, I slap both before gripping them tightly and pulling her hips back toward my already hard dick. All she needs to do is breathe a certain way and I’m hard for her.
I tug down my zipper and pull my button loose, so my pants sit a little lower on my hips. I grab a condom from my pocket and unwrap it before taking my dick out and placing it on the tip.
With my dick in my hand, sliding the condom over it, I’m staring at her perky little ass and still fighting the urge to shove myself inside of her and lose my goddamn mind.
She’s waiting on me. Her hair is fanned out around her and she’s waiting for me to fuck her out of her mind.
Because I’m not a heartless fucking prick, I play with her a little, pinching her nipples and rubbing her clit. But even as she’s gasping and wriggling, I know it’s because my fingers aren’t enough. I slide my dick against her slit and her groan is enough for me to stop with the fucking games.
I push inside of her, slowly. So fucking slowly and she’s silent but tense, her fingers gripping the bedsheets.
“Oh god,” she whispers once I’m all the way inside.
“You okay?” I slide my hand down her spine to the base of her neck.
When she nods, I reach a little higher and grip her hair tight, her strands prisoners in my tight grip. And then I’m moving and each push forward, she rewards me with something. A gasp, a cry, my motherfucking name.
My hips move mindlessly, following some rhythm I can’t bother to try to understand. I’m still pulling her hair and she’s still making these perfect sounds but now her legs are spread wider and her back is arched and she feels like fucking heaven.
“Fuck.” I yank her back hard and reach between her legs, right where my dick is. Her lips are parted and I gather saliva on my tongue before aiming it into her mouth, releasing her hair to cup her face. My hand wraps around her neck and she takes all I’m giving her like she’s starved for it.
It’s insane how right this feels, like we were made to fuck each other. She yells out my name as her thighs start to shake and I waste no time pushing faster and harder into her body.
I swear I see fucking spots as I come but I don’t stop. Not until my legs damn near give out.
We’re both sweaty and out of breath but I can’t stop touching her.
I’m running my fingertips over her goosebumps like I can read braille or something.
What would her skin tell me?
Would it tell me I could save her?
Rose is asleep next to me when my phone vibrates.
I know who it is without having to look. There’s only one person I’ve called from this phone, other than Rose’s burner phone.
I stare at it as it rings and rings. And then it vibrates with a voicemail that I don’t plan on listening to.
Something as simple as not taking the call and I’ve made my choice.
In the darkness of the motel room, I welcome myself to the mayhem.
Problemas, I hear from the chair in the corner of the room.
I ignore her and turn toward Rose, tucking her into me before falling asleep.