12. Reed #2
I smile and back her to the bed. She goes down onto it, but before I can follow she pushes at my chest and I let her roll me onto my back. She gets my belt open, my pants shoved down, my boxers gone, and wraps her hand around my cock.
My jaw tightens.
She strokes me, thumb dragging over the head, spreading the wet there. I reach up and grip the headboard because the alternative is grabbing her and ending this before it starts. She watches my face while she does it, making sure she sees exactly what she’s doing to me.
Then she slides down the bed, swings her leg over, and kneels between my thighs.
She looks up at me from there, chin tilted, and takes my cock into her mouth.
The sound I make is not quiet and I don’t care.
She takes me deep, tongue working the underside, lips stretched tight around me, one hand working the base in long strokes while she sucks.
She finds a rhythm, pulling back to the tip and swirling her tongue before taking me deep again.
I’ve got one hand in her hair, the other still on the headboard, and I’m breathing through my nose trying to hold on.
She pulls back to the tip, sucks hard, and looks up at me from under her lashes.
“Mia.” Her name comes out like a warning I don’t mean.
She pulls off with a soft sound and wipes her lip with the back of her hand. “Too much?”
“If you keep going I’m going to finish before I can get inside you,” I say.
She considers this. “Fair.”
She crawls up my body and I pull her down and kiss her hard, then roll her under me. She’s still wet from my mouth, slick and open. I line the head of my cock up against her pussy and push in slow, feeling her stretch around me inch by inch.
Her breath leaves her in one long shaking exhale, head pressing back into the pillow, hands gripping my hips hard enough to leave marks.
I hold there, buried to the hilt, her pussy tight and hot and clenching around my cock.
I drop my forehead to hers, feeling every inch of it before I start moving.
Slow and deep strokes, both of us finding the angle, her legs wrapping around me and pulling me in harder on every thrust. I drop my head to her throat and drive into her and she meets it, rolling her hips up, her nails going into my back and dragging.
She turns her face into my shoulder to muffle the sounds coming out of her and I feel them against my skin, every broken exhale, every swallowed moan, every bitten-off curse when I hit the right depth.
“Harder,” she says, into my neck.
I pull back and drive into her, the full length of my cock slamming home.
She chokes on a sound and grabs my forearms with both hands.
I do it again, harder, hips snapping forward, and the slap of skin fills the room.
I grip her hip with one hand, holding her in place, and drive into her again and again.
She turns her face into the pillow and bites down on it.
Her fingers dig into my forearms hard enough to bruise.
I lower my mouth to hers and she wraps both legs around my hips and locks her ankles at the small of my back, pulling me in deeper on every stroke.
I drive into her hard and she drives back harder, her hips snapping up to meet mine, both of us past the point of being careful about any of it.
Her pussy clenches around my cock on every deep thrust, gripping me, and her breath is fracturing into pieces, each one shorter than the last, her nails raking down my back and I feel the sting of it, but it only makes me drive into her harder because of it.
Without warning, I pull out.
She makes a frustrated sound, but I flip her over before she can finish making it.
She goes up onto her hands and knees, spine arching, and I run my palm down her back, over the curve of her ass, then push back into her pussy from behind. The angle takes me deeper and she drops her forehead to the pillow, her arms shaking.
I get both hands on her hips and move.
She pushes back to meet every thrust, her ass driving back against my hips.
I grip both sides of her waist and slam into her, hard, no patience left in either of us.
The sound of it is obscene, skin against skin, the wet drag of my cock driving into her pussy.
She grabs the headboard with both hands to brace against it.
I drive deeper, harder, pulling her hips back onto me as I thrust forward.
She cries out into the pillow, muffled, desperate, her arms shaking.
I reach around her hip and find her clit with my fingers, pressing hard, circling fast. She jolts forward with a sharp inhale, then shoves back against me even harder, taking everything I give her and demanding more.
“Don’t stop,” she says, muffled in the pillow. “Don’t you dare stop.”
I keep my fingers moving and drive into her pussy, making her come hard. She clenches around me in waves, her whole body shaking, face buried in the pillow, the sounds she makes coming out broken, desperate, and barely muffled.
I pull her upright before the last of it has finished moving through her.
Her back hits my chest, both of us kneeling on the bed.
She reaches back and grabs my hip, pulling me deeper.
I get one arm across her chest, holding her against me, and push up into her from below.
She tips her head back onto my shoulder, exposing her throat.
I put my mouth on it, scraping my teeth along the side of her neck before I bite down.
Not gentle. She gasps, hips jerking forward, and I suck the skin between my teeth, feeling her clench hard around my cock.
She reaches back and grips my hair.
I drive up into her, feeling her clench around me still, aftershocks or building again, I can’t tell. She turns her face into my jaw, her breathing coming in ragged pulls against my skin.
“Reed.”
I thrust up into her hard and she shakes in my arms, coming again, smaller this time but deeper, her whole body shuddering around me.
I follow her over the edge with my face pressed into her hair, my cock pulsing inside her, every thrust drawing it out longer, the release moving through me from the base of my spine outward until my whole body locks up and I drive into her one last time and hold there, buried to the hilt, feeling her pussy milk every last drop out of me.
After, I ease out of her and we both collapse forward onto the mattress, her dropping onto her stomach, me onto my back beside her, neither of us with the coordination for anything more considered than that.
She rolls onto her side and ends up half across my chest, one arm over my ribs, her fingers loose.
I put my hand at the back of her neck and stare at the ceiling.
Her breathing slows. Her weight gets heavier.
Her voice comes out half asleep, all the fight gone out of it.
“Don’t make me regret this.”