Chapter 2 #2
That’s a word I have never heard while already inside a girl.
My heart is racing like crazy after witnessing the panic in her eyes.
What the fuck did I do?
I give her a few moments to breathe before I stammer nervously into the quiet of the room, “What’s wrong? Did… did I hurt you?” I search her face, but it’s so neutral I can’t read anything from her expression. “Did you change your mind? It’s okay if you did, I mean—”
“No, I haven’t changed my mind. I’m sorry,” she whispers, stopping me short, then she turns to her side to look at me and give me a brief kiss. “Could we just… can you please not hold my wrists down?”
My eyes flicker between hers, but the fear is already gone. All that’s left is an embarrassed sheen. It seems like I triggered something in her with the move, something she’s ashamed of.
What happened to you, pretty girl?
“Do you want to stop? It’s okay, we can…” I start, but she grabs me by the back of my head and brings my lips to hers. I kiss her back, then pull her on top of me before I slide back inside her, my hands on her hips, where they will stay.
I don’t wanna cause that look in her gorgeous eyes ever again.
“Then ride me, Siren,” I whisper against her lips.
She sits up and puts her hands on my chest before she starts moving slowly, grinding herself down on me, and I let her set the pace.
God, she looks so beautiful like this, her tits jiggling while she takes me in.
Her eyes are closed with a face full of pleasure, and her long blonde hair cascades down her back.
All good intentions fly out of the window when I can’t help but let my right hand wander to her tit, massaging it, and she opens her eyes, watching me again.
Her pussy is so warm and tight, gripping me so damn good.
It’s a feeling I could get used to.
Feels like fucking heaven.
She starts to move faster, and my eyes flutter closed. My head falls back as I get lost in the sensation of her rocking over me.
This is incredible.
Her hands come to lay on my abs before she scratches her nails down, making me groan and shiver. Then she starts to circle her hips, and her breath hitches.
Yes, use me.
I sit up, pulling her close to my chest. She’s sweating just as much as I am, and I lick her throat up to her earlobe, sucking it in. Her arms wrap around my neck, our bodies pressing together.
My lips hover next to her ear when I whisper, “Are you going to come again, Siren? Are you gonna milk my cock like that, make me come deep inside your tight little pussy, huh? You wanna make me come hard?” My words seem to spur her on because she moans and starts to move faster, her pussy fluttering around me.
I struggle hard to hold back, but I need her to come again first.
Fuck.
She holds the back of my head with her hands, her nails scraping my scalp as her breath shudders, a tremble starting in her thighs.
My hand moves from her hip to between us, my thumb rubbing her clit, trying to replicate the rhythm and pressure from earlier.
She moans, her body quivering, letting me know I got it right.
Her movement falters when her pussy clenches around me, harder this time.
“Attagirl, let go, come again for me. Come on my cock.”
Unable to hold back any longer, I pull her down on me by her hips, trying to be as deep as possible inside her when I come. She moans loudly, and I bite the top of her shoulder to muffle my sounds, shuddering, each jolt of release making my hips spasm.
Fuck. I don’t think I have ever come this hard.
We sit there, holding each other. Her heartbeat becomes a sonnet in the quiet hush of our shared breaths.
What is this girl doing to me?
I lay back down on the bed and pull her with me into a kiss. I don’t usually kiss my hookups when I’m done with them, but these lips are addictive, and to be honest, I don’t quite want to be done. There should be at least a round two in this for me after a nap.
Pulling out of her and sitting up, I roll off the condom and toss it into the garbage can next to my bed. It’s nearly full of crumpled notes and condom wrappers.
Fuck, that’s just gross, I need to empty that thing tomorrow.
I should have tidied up the room before I went out tonight to find myself some company, but I was restless, and nothing I tried helped.
Not writing, not watching a movie.
I needed this.
Good old therapy between sheets and some warm thighs. The satisfied look on her beautiful face tells me she needed the same.
Happy to be of service.
She’s turned to her side, her head lying on my pillow, eyes closed, looking like she belongs there.
Even though I do this often, it feels different.
Better not look too deep into that.
Laying down beside her, I tug her close, kissing her forehead and breathing in that coconut scent. Her palms come to rest on my chest.
I bet she can feel how rapidly my heart is still beating.
“I can leave,” she mumbles, but her eyes are closed.
“Nope,” I reply with a yawn, pulling her closer before draping the covers over us. “That would mean I’d have to get up too because I wouldn’t let you walk alone in the dark at this hour. And I’m not gentlemanly enough to do that.”