Chapter 11 #4
“Reggie,” I said in a low voice that I prayed didn’t carry, but I needed him to know I was through waiting for him to do something. I was in no need of his patience; what I needed was for him to fuck me, just as I’d promised he could.
Thankfully, that was all I needed to say to get my point across because he finally started moving.
There was a moment of uncomfortable emptiness as he pulled back, but then I was full again as he pushed down into me, only to do it again, clearly testing the waters before he shifted position.
I could feel his arms on either side of me as he propped himself up and began sawing his hips back and forth.
Our position didn’t allow him a full range of motion, but that was probably a good thing because if he went for it, he would risk making too much noise.
That was fine by me; full strokes felt fantastic, but the shallow, deep thrusts meant he was pushing into my body each time in quick succession.
The nerves inside me flared to life as he fucked me, picking up a steady rhythm.
His lips never left my body as he kept kissing my shoulders and neck.
His fingers had uncurled and were against my sides as if trying to hold on to me while he kept himself upright and fucked me.
I wished I could see his face, but the light was too dim.
There would inevitably be another time, and for now all I could do was savor the feeling as he began to really grind his cock against my prostate with every thrust.
“Hold on,” he grunted, shoving down and making me almost moan aloud as his cock was embedded in me. It was then that he moved us, and I went with him as he pulled us onto our sides, his cock shifting ever so slightly inside me.
One of his arms wrapped around my chest and came to rest against my throat as he fucked me from behind.
A whispering rush of danger and pleasure coursed through me at the same time as his fingers pressed my throat.
It wasn’t enough to cut off my breathing or make it harder, but it felt like an ever-present threat, like at any moment he could close his fingers and cut off my breath.
I knew he would never hurt me, no matter how badly I might have been mis-stepping, but it went a way toward telling me something had shifted between us, and I couldn’t decide if it worried me or turned me on.
That was forgotten as he found a new rhythm and then his other arm shoved under me to find the angle to wrap his hand around my cock.
I grunted, the sound loud to my ears, but it couldn’t be helped when he was going to jerk me off while fucking into me.
His hand and hips found the same rhythm, his breath hot against my neck as he whispered ever so softly about how amazing I felt.
His breathing sharpened as I felt my orgasm build to the breaking point.
I knew what he was feeling. Physically, he could sense I was getting dangerously close; my body would undeniably tighten around him, as if drawing him in deeper to keep him there.
And I knew how amazing that felt, not just because of the physical pleasure, but also the eagerness to have the other person get off with your cock inside them, knowing it was because of you that it was happening.
With only a few functioning brain cells left, I found a piece of clothing and brought it close to me as I felt my orgasm crash down.
Without thinking, I shoved my hips back and brought the cloth to my cock.
My other hand gripped his arm and brought it up without thinking and shoved it against my mouth to help me muffle the noise I made as I came with a sharp blast. I closed my eyes, groaning again when I realized my orgasm had triggered his and now I was going to be the one walking around tomorrow with a load up my ass.
His teeth sank into my shoulder, and I whimpered as I felt him twitch inside me.
Even after we were done, he continued to lie there, his cock softening inside me as he gently, repeatedly kissed the spot he had bitten.
I would have a mark there tomorrow, and I would have to wear one of my shirts that had a close collar unless I wanted someone to figure out the mark was a bite.
I didn’t care much about that, not when I was still floating through the cozy warmth that sex with Reggie always left me in.
He rustled around behind me as I felt his cock slip out, but I didn’t pay much attention because after he was done fussing, his arm was around my waist again and his face was pressed between my shoulder blades.
Once again, I knew this should have waited while I mustered the courage to talk to him, but the thought held less of a punch than it might have fifteen minutes ago.
Because we were together, and sometimes that was so hard to find, even with a partner.
It was a rare thing, and I savored it, ignoring the past and future, and instead reveling in the warmth of his chest against my back, and the weight of his arm on my waist. His breathing was evening out; I could hear it deepening as well, and I found my attention locking onto that.
There were still problems, ones I needed to address soon, but for now…they could wait.