Chapter 4 Saturday Afternoon #2
She leans over me, pressing our bodies together, her hands under my head as she giggles against my mouth.
“I can assure you, no one I’ve ever made out with has been as good a kisser as you.”
“Honey, you are going to inflate my ego to dangerous levels if you keep talking like that.” I grip her ass, grinding my engorged cock into the heat between her legs. “Along with some other things.”
“You deserve to have an inflated ego, though.” She sits up, her fingers running down my chest, to my stomach, tracing the ridges of my abs. “I mean, look at you.”
I tuck my hands behind my head and laugh, my cheeks burning with joy and a little embarrassment. “Yep, ego is definitely getting bigger.”
She laughs, rocking her hips, and she bites her lip as I suck in a breath. “I wonder how long I’d have to do this before you come?” She gathers her hair up on top of her head with both hands, and her tee rides up to reveal more of her breasts.
“Goddamn, you look good right now.” I reach over to the nightstand and grab my phone. “Stay like that.”
“Theo, what are you doing?”
I grin up at her as I open the camera. “No faces, I promise. But if I don’t have a picture of you like this, I’m going to be miserable for the rest of my life.”
“Oh, well in that case.” She stretches a little more, arching her back, and her nipples are just visible from under the ragged edge of the tee.
“Perfect.” I take the picture, and turn my phone to show her. “See? No faces.”
She leans in to look and giggles. “I look kinda hot.”
“Not kinda, honey. Really hot. Like a goddess.”
She sighs happily, her hands still in her hair as she tips her head back, rolling her hips on me slowly. “This feels so good.”
It sure does. I lie back, watching her body undulate as she continues that slow rhythm.
Even through my boxers and her panties, the heat is intoxicating.
She goes on and on, tension growing low in my groin.
It’s good, so good, too good, and I wallow in it, in this feeling of wanting more but watching her just stroking herself along my length.
She lets out a whimper, her hands dropping from her hair so it tumbles down her back.
She puts her hands on her breasts, massaging them and pinching her nipples, her hips rocking harder now.
I feel drunk again, drunk and high, pushed to the fucking pinnacle of arousal watching this beautiful woman on top of me.
“Take off your panties,” I tell her, and moving just as slowly and languidly, she climbs off me, her face dreamy and love-drunk, peeling off her panties as I shuffle off my boxers.
She climbs back on top of me, my cock pressed to my stomach by her weight, and holy hell, she’s wet and dripping, heat cascading over my length as she resumes that motion, dragging her pussy along the underside of my cock.
I look down my body to where she’s riding me, her rosy pink skin that’s enveloping my cock, a tiny moan leaving her lips every time her clit rubs against the tip.
I grab my phone again, switching the camera to video, and film that beautiful sight for 30 seconds.
She watches me do it, and we’re both silent - no faces, no voices, like we agreed.
Why does this feel so wrong and yet so hot?
I stop the recording, and look up at her face. She’s flushed now, her cheeks a sweet shade of pink. She raises herself off me, looking down at my cock that’s now practically throbbing, and she licks her lips.
“Can… Can you film when it goes in? Please?” She asks shyly, and puts her hand around the base of me.
Yeah, I fucking can.
I nod, opening up the camera to video again, and position in close as Amber lifts herself further, pressing my leaking tip to her entrance.
She bites back a moan as she lowers herself onto me, and it feels filthy to film her sweet cunt stretching to take me in, inch by inch.
It’s hard not to shake and just lose my composure while she takes all of me.
Then she’s sunk down, down to the very base of my cock, soaking me, and I stop the recording, dropping the phone on the bed beside me.
Amber experiments with her movement as she stays on top of me, bouncing on me gently at first, then rolling her hips like before.
She rocks them back and forth, then in an almost figure 8 motion, all the while moaning softly.
She leans back, bracing her hands against my thighs, and when she rocks her hips this time, she moans loudly.
“Did that feel good, honey?” I ask, my own voice husky as arousal winds its tendrils around my ribs and my stomach. I may be tense but I’m not close to release yet, and thank fuck, because this feels incredible and I’m not ready for it to be over yet.
Amber nods, repeating the motion again, her head thrown back, her lips trembling.
“O-oh, my god.” She starts to fuck me harder now, finding that spot that has her back arching and her hands digging into my thighs.
She lets out long, shaky breaths, and I still don’t move even though the urge to pound up into her and chase my own release is clawing at me.
“That’s my girl.” I groan, looking down at where we’re joined, where everything is wet and glistening, her clit full and pink. “God you look so beautiful like this, so fucking perfect for me.”
She falls forward onto me with a moan, sweat lining her lips as she kisses me hungrily, panting and trembling, her hips still rolling on me.
“Y-you feel… Oh fuck, Theo.” Her hips jut desperately against me. “Can we… From behind, please? Can you film us like that? I want to see it.”
“You better get on all fours then.”
She clambers off me, to the end of the bed, getting on to all fours like I told her to.
I rise to my knees, phone in hand, and position myself behind her.
I want to talk, even though we agreed not to.
It feels so detached and clinical to not say anything, to not talk her through it as I crown her entrance.
I bite down on my lip hard, watching through the phone screen as I sink into her, slowly, so slowly.
Liquid heat shoots through my veins as I bottom out, and I know we agreed to be quiet but I can’t help but groan.
Her pussy is strangling me like this, so perfectly tight and hot.
She’s trembling lightly, breathing hard, her moans soft and sharp.
She moves to rest on her forearms, and I nearly smash my phone in my hand, the change in angle stealing all the air from my lungs.
Her tee slides down to expose her breasts, and she’s perfect, stunning.
How did I end up with this girl in my bed?
I grip her hip with my free hand, and begin to fuck her, every thrust a fight to get back into her even through she’s so wet she’s soaked my lap and my stomach.
Her tits bounce with every stroke, and the sight is beyond incredible.
How the fuck did I ever forget how good this was?
To just spend hours and days in bed with someone, drowning myself in the feeling of another person, in sharing pleasure with them, worshipping another body like it was the only fucking temple that would ever matter in my life? When did I forget this?
It’s carnal, and primal, and fucking beautiful.
I rock in and out of her faster, and faster, her hands gripping the sheets, her back dipping and arching as she presses her ass towards me.
She lets out a strangled moan, and the next time I thrust back inside her, she jams a fist against her mouth.
I can barely get back inside her as she pulses, her thighs spasming as she comes apart for me.
But I’m not done, I’m not there yet, taking a steadying breath to delay my orgasm. And I want to fucking talk.
I swipe clumsily at the screen, tapping the button again because I’m sure I missed it the first time, and dump the phone on the bed.
“You’re doing so fucking good, honey,” I grit out. “But I want you to give me one more.”
Amber moans into the bed, protesting without words, and I run down the slope of her back, which is now damp with sweat.
“You can come for me again, can’t you, pretty girl?” I thrust into her hard, and her hands spread on the bed. “Can you do that for me?”
“Theo,” she pleads, and answers my question with a rock of her hips, whimpering as she squeezes herself back down my length. “More.”
I dig my hands into the flesh of her ass, and pound into her.
She’s playing with her clit now, I can feel her fingers there where I’m slipping in and out of her, her breathing sharp and strained.
Sweat is beading between us, her skin sliding against mine.
My nerves are on fire, exploding beneath my skin as we both get closer.
Amber raises herself on one hand, still rubbing her soaked clit, stroking herself as I fill her cunt over and over.
Her head falls back, arching her perfect body, and I thread a hand into her hair, tugging gently as she moans.
My other hand finds her breast, pinching and rolling her nipple between my fingers.
“Come for me, Amber, come for me,” I gasp, and it only takes a few more strokes of her fingers and my dick before she cries out, going still before her whole body shudders. Her long, loud moan fills the room as her pussy clenches my cock inside her.
The fire in my nerves turns into an inferno, and with a few more jerks of my hips, I pull out of her with a groan, jerking my soaked cock with my hand.
But Amber turns around, eagerly, almost clumsily falling to the bed, and wrapping her lips around me.
I roar as she sucks hard, her tongue swirling around my tip.
“Fuck, fuck,” I gasp. “Amber. Oh fuck.”
And I explode. I dig my hands into her hair, and she’s swallowing, squeezing every drop of my release from me, my hips still jerking as I fuck her mouth.
I slump forward, trying to catch my breath, sweat beading on the back of my neck, and on my face, and Amber releases me with a pop.
She falls onto the bed, on her side, her chest pounding, her cheeks red.
I fall down in front of her, and she nestles against me, her forehead to my chest, and I wrap my arms around her.
We must fall asleep like that, because the next time I open my eyes, it’s dark, and we’re still entangled with each other. I kiss the top of Amber’s head, and drift back off to sleep.
This is heaven.
This is bliss.
How the fuck am I meant to let this girl go?