20. Asher
I changed positions,knowing I was probably too heavy to fuck her into the mattress for too long. I lay down and pulled her onto my lap. She straddled me uncertainly, and then gasped as I guided my cock into her again, her tight little body barely allowing me entry. She was wet and loosened up from coming, but even then, her muscles were reluctant to part. She sat on me, unmoving.
“It’s too big,” she muttered, her eyes wild.
“I’m going to take that as a compliment,” I grinned up at her, trying my best not to thrust too deep and scare her. I gripped her ass and lifted her a few inches, shallowly thrusting upwards.
“It wasn’t one,” she retorted. Her tone pulled a chuckle from me.
“Are you laughing?” she demanded, lifting her hips in a way that allowed me to slide a bit deeper. Fuck, it was good.
“You’re the only woman who could make me laugh in this situation,” I admitted. It felt good. There was no awkwardness. Only comfort. Her skin against mine felt natural. I was supposed to fuck this woman. I felt it in my soul.
I thrust higher and she drew in a shaky breath.
“It’ll get better soon,” I promised her in a tight voice.
“Easy for you to say, you’re not getting impaled on a monster-sized cock.” Her prim tone was my undoing. I lose the battle to hold back and pulled her forward, driving into her harder from below.
She was silent, clenching and unclenching around me. Her eyes locked to mine.
She was never going to forget this moment, and that felt good. I wanted that tiny piece of her memory; I wanted to be embedded in her forever. A part of her that was just mine, forever.
“You good, Ice Queen?” I asked her when she moaned, getting used to the intrusion.
She nodded and bit her lip, holding something back.
“What?” I stroked strands of hair from her face.
“This is my first time,” she murmured.
It was my first time in a long time too, and bare, no less. I just nodded.
“I’m glad it’s with you,” she added, reaching into my chest and warming up my lonely heart.
Likewise, Your Majesty.
I had to pull it the fuck together. She needed to come again before I blew, and I already knew this wasn’t going to last all night. It was too damn good, and I’d waited too damn long to make her mine.
I tutted softly. “Don’t think I’m going to take it easy on you, though…You need to come at least two more times before we’re done.”
Her lips tilted up and she shook her head. “Well…make me,” she murmured.
“You have to make me.”
“With pleasure.”
Moving her back upright, I snaked a hand between us. She was still sensitive on her clit, but she could take it. I circled the puffy bud and she doubled over nearly immediately.
“Did you come without me, you little brat?” I groaned as her pussy clamped down around my length. I fisted her hair and crushed her lips to mine as I followed her.
We kept kissing as I came, my strangled moan swallowed by her lips.
Being bare inside this woman was a homecoming I hadn’t known I needed all my life. There would never be an acceptable substitute. It was this or nothing from now on.
I stayed pressed deep for the longest time, my lips moving over her neck and face. Her body was draped over mine, pressing me into the bed. I wrapped my arms around her back and held her, right there, impaled on me, full of my cum, sated and sleepy.
It was a perfect moment. Lifetimes later, she sat up and blinked sleepily. I helped her shift to the side.
I got up and stared down at her. I should go, shouldn’t I? It was then that I noticed the new bed frame. “Nice bed…Is it new?” I teased.
She rolled her eyes at me and crawled up the mattress, arranging herself to be comfortable. Was she planning on sleeping naked? Suddenly, leaving wasn’t a very attractive proposition.
“Yeah, it is, thanks to some asshole.”
“That asshole is your boyfriend, remember, Ice Queen?” I braced a hand on the bed and leaned down to smack her round ass, enjoying the way it jiggled under my palm.
She sighed, sounding so perfectly bratty and tired, I really didn’t want to go anywhere. It was warm, Winter’s bed was huge, and she was naked in it. There really wasn’t a reason to leave. None at all.
“Move over,” I told Winter.
She was lying on her front, right in the middle of the bed. Her Majesty wasn’t used to sleeping with someone else. That was fine, neither was I.
She lifted her head to look at me as I claimed a side. “What are you doing?”
“Going to sleep, what does it look like? It’s fucking cold outside, and I’m tired.”
She stared at me for a long moment and then rested her head back on the pillow. “Whatever.”
I reached down and grabbed the covers that had fallen to the floor and pulled them over us. They smelled like her. Night jasmine and amber. Expensive, exclusive things that I never thought I’d have. A woman I never thought I’d touch, and here I was sleeping right beside her, her cunt still holding my cum. It was funny how life went.
I relaxed back. Winter’s bed was really fucking comfortable. Maybe I should sleep here from now on?
I felt her reassuring presence at my side. She wasn’t out getting into trouble somewhere or talking back to the wrong person. She was right here beside me, where I could keep an eye on her. A strange comfort I hadn’t known I’d wanted until this moment.
I closed my eyes and slept.