Chapter 9 #3
She doesn’t say anything, but she does stare right into my face.
She bites down on her bottom lip like she needs to in order to keep from screaming her pleasure into the clearing.
While my fingers slip deeper inside of her tight heat, she slides my belt from the loops of my jeans and undoes the heavy silver buckle.
She unzips my fly with trembling hands and reaches in boldly once she has the fabric pushed aside.
She pulls my cock through the slit in my boxers.
She gasps as she runs her hand down the length of me, the sweetest little sound of surprise.
She felt the hard bulge of me through my jeans yesterday, accidentally, but the reality of taking me in her hand sends a thrill through her that she doesn’t attempt to hide even for a second.
I can see it magnified in her eyes as they widen further with wonder, at the way her teeth sink harder into her bottom lip, and the light pink flushing her cheeks darkens to a deep magenta.
She doesn’t say anything as she caresses the head of me, dipping her fingertip right into the slit to gather up all the precum pooling there.
She stokes her hand down my thick, curved length until she reaches the base of my cock.
Her lips part like she wants to taste me, but I can’t let that happen.
If she puts her mouth anywhere near my dick, it’s all going to be over far sooner than I want.
I can imagine the way she’d look down on her knees for me as I feed her my cock, taking it all eagerly, looking up at me just to watch the pleasure of it all play over my face because I know that she’d get off on making me feel good.
My cock jerks in her hand. I tip her chin up with my free palm and claim her mouth. I’m probably too rough and too eager, but she kisses me right back, grinding her hips against my hand in tandem with my mouth, stroking my cock until I’m ready to go mad.
I fist my hand in her hair. In response, hers tightens around my dick.
She falls backwards, taking me with her.
Her knees spread around my hips like she’s the one who wants to blanket our fall.
Like she can protect me. I catch myself before I can crush her, but she’s already tugging me down like that’s exactly what she needs.
My heavy weight pressing her into the ground.
She still has her hand wrapped around my shaft and without hesitation, she guides me straight to her entrance.
“Please,” she breathes against my lips. “I want you to fill me up.”
I’m no member of the ten inch or more club.
I’m probably just average when it comes to length, but there’s nothing middle of the road about my girth.
I had two fingers inside of her, and they barely fit.
She’ll struggle to take me, and no matter how slow I am, or how gentle I want to be, it will hurt.
“It’s okay,” she whispers, tilting her face so her breath whispers over my ear. She can probably hear the echo of my thoughts, but she also has the reality of me right in her palm. “I don’t mind if it hurts.”
I can’t help but palm her hip, tracing the soft curve through her dress like I can brace her and spare her pain, as she parts her legs wide around my hips and teases my cockhead against her slick entrance and the fabric of her panties.
She drops my cock and pulls her panties aside again so that there’s nothing between us.
I don’t have a condom, but if that was an issue, I know she’d say something.
She’s not out of her mind, driven thoughtless with lust. As much as I hate doctors, the one the club uses is alright.
I just had a physical a few weeks ago and was tested for everything under the fucking sun.
Apparently, for an old fucker, I’m doing just fine. Even Archer looked a little shocked.
There isn’t anything to stop me from giving Willow what she wants. Not after she just bared her soul to me and now, she’s baring herself like this.
I still can’t do it. I can’t push forward.
She doesn’t ask me what the fuck is wrong with me.
She tenderly guides my face down to hers and kisses me eagerly.
She’s still holding her panties to the side, but she also inserts her hand between us, opening herself for me.
I can’t see it, but I feel her do it, and I am lost.
She pushes her hips up, working herself around my cockhead when it slips inside of her.
She struggles to take even that much, but all she does is surge up eagerly, canting her hips at a different angle and spreading her legs almost obscenely wide around me.
She feeds me her little whimpers and moans until there’s nothing but madness in my head.
I drive my hand under her ass, lifting her off the blanket, pushing forward gently.
She stretches around me, and even though it has to burn and hurt, she works eagerly with me, panting against my lips as I work myself inside of her snug heat.
I remember her fresh tattoo and adjust my hand so it’s solely supporting her ass. If I touched the wound accidentally, she never made a sound of anything that wasn’t pleasure.
She tries to get close to me, far too eagerly, but I don’t stop her. I can barely hold myself back from fucking into her, and it’s better if she impales herself on me.
Every single inch she takes sends pleasure ripping down my spine like a fire gathering wind and growing from a single spark into an inferno. The pleasure saws at me, and every one of Willow’s heavy breaths, her hands clawed into my shoulders, every pant every single sound, only wind me up tighter.
She grunts in frustration after a moment, locking her legs around my hips like I’m going to change my mind about this and leave.
“You need to…” she pants. “You need to do it for me.”
My mind conjures the dirtiest words. Impale her. Split her open. Stretch her wide around me.
She twines her arms around my neck and pulls herself close, snugging our bodies together. She doesn’t brace herself. She goes limp against me. There’s no struggle. Only pure surrender.
I fill her slowly, making sure I hurt her as little as possible. The sounds she makes against my ear aren’t ones of pain. They’re pure pleasure. She tangles her fingers in my hair, her nails biting against the back of my neck and sinking down into my scalp.
I finally seat myself fully inside of her. I let out a long breath, and she does the same, but in the next, she’s already pulling away from me and gliding back, fucking herself along my length eagerly. Even if it hurts, she’s willing to take the sweet torture to find pleasure.
She grinds against me, rocking her hips in a gentle roll so that I know she must be hitting her clit with every pass.
She’s so tight, so hot, so good, that it’s a struggle to stay in control.
The zipper of my jeans bites into both of us the next time I thrust. She takes me straight to the hilt.
She spasms around my cock even though she’s not coming yet.
I have to try very hard to keep my focus and my fucking chill, feeling her snug walls clench all around me like that.
“Let go,” she breathes. “Fuck me as hard as you want to. Fuck me until you come.”
The fact that she tells me to fuck her until I come, not until she does, fills me with a roaring tenderness, but there’s also the urge to mark her, claim her, make her mine.
I have zero right. I can’t believe that I’m doing this.
It’s still unbelievable that she wanted me.
That she’s offering her body. She cares about how I feel, and that this is good for me.
I want to believe in this impossible dream.
In a universe where she keeps her promise and comes back, even though I was serious when I said she should live her life without looking back.
She’s too young to waste her time on someone like me.
No matter what my best years might be—behind me or ahead of me—they’re far shorter than the ones she’ll have on this earth.
We were born in the wrong time, and maybe that doesn’t matter to her right now, but this is all it can ever be.
I want it to be beautiful for her. Transcendent.
Something that she can look back on as an experience that she’ll treasure as I will.
I cared that it was wrong, both in my mind and the eyes of the world, but what she said washed away the shame.
This doesn’t feel depraved. It doesn’t feel illicit or stolen or wrong.
It’s just me and her, two people who crashed together even though our lives should never have intertwined, and found a brief, powerful connection.
I drive inside of her while she holds on tight. She urges me forward with a small cry, and softly chanted words. “Yes. Oh my god, please. Yes. More.”
I give her all of me, thrusting hard, pulling out, thrusting again.
“Odin,” she bites out. “I’m going to come.”
I curse out a jumble of words and fuck into her steadily, keeping the same rhythm that is going to take her into her climax.
I can tell the second it happens. She goes rigid right before she explodes, her back arching off the blanket, nails biting into my scalp and shoulder as she hangs on.
A shudder rolls through her body, ending between her legs.
Her pussy tightens around my dick, clenching me like a fist. A rush of slick arousal coats my dick the next time I pull out and thrust inside of her.
She’s so hot, and thinking about her come coating my cock sends me tumbling into my own climax.
I drive myself inside of her, coming in waves.
I fill her so full that the hot wetness overflows where we’re joined, spilling out of her and seeping into our clothes.
I can feel the wet spot on the front of my boxers while my cock kicks with the aftershocks of the pleasure that blacked out my vision and erased every single thought from my mind.
Willow pulls me down to her, kissing me languidly. She’s still wrapped all around my body. It’s hot out and I’m flattening her, but she doesn’t release me. She wants the crush, the hard press of me against her, the reality of us, in this moment.
I wish that I could keep her and she obviously doesn’t want to let go.
We’re two people, clinging to each other before our realities take us in different directions.
Even if she was staying here in Hart, this couldn’t happen again.
Reality would only degrade the fleeting, perfect, beautiful dream we’ve found in this moment.
We have right now.
We have tonight.
We have tomorrow morning.
Somehow, that will have to be enough for a lifetime.