Chapter 25 #2
She climbs back onto my lap, her bare pussy brushing along my length. I hiss and release my dick to slide my hand between us. She’s like satin beneath my fingertips and my brain momentarily goes haywire.
“Look at you, wet and so fucking ready for me.”
She kisses my lips and moans against my mouth as I slip two fingers between her thighs to play with her clit. She shudders, grinding against my hand in short, jerky movements.
I tease her, building her orgasm gradually so I can watch every second as she slowly unravels.
She throws her head back, the tendons in her neck straining, and I know I’m getting close. “Please,” she begs. “I’m close.”
“Do you want to come on my fingers or my cock?” I wordlessly beg for her to say my cock. If she wants to come on my fingers, I’ll give her that, and after she comes, I’ll slap a smile on my face and tuck my raging hard on back into my shorts. Whatever she wants. But god, do I want to be inside her.
“Inside me.” She releases another breathy moan. Thank fuck. I move my hand out of my way and guide her over to me.
“Sink down on me,” I demand, not trusting myself to go slow. I’m wound too tight. Too desperate.
I drag my lips over her neck, her collarbone, and slowly, so fucking slowly, she sinks her pussy down on my cock.
Perfect fucking fit. My heart races in my chest and I watch her pupils dilate as she takes in every inch of me.
Her lips create a small O, and I lean forward to capture her mouth.
“Ride me.”
I’m not sure if it’s a demand or a plea, and to be perfectly honest, I don’t care, as long as she moves against me.
She’s careful at first, giving herself time to adjust to my size, but after only a couple of minutes, she picks up the pace, her hips slamming against mine, and she once again chases her release.
“That’s it. Just like that. Take what you need.”
Her breasts bounce between us, drawing my attention to her nipples. I lean in, sucking one into my mouth. She moans, her hips thrusting faster.
Gripping her ass, I help to pick up the pace, finally giving in the urge to thrust up into her.
We find a rhythm, neither too fast nor too slow. It’s perfect. Her pussy clenches around me, and I know I’m close. Hell, I’m surprised I’ve made it this long. But she has to come first. This isn’t about me. It’s about her. She has to come first.
I find her clit again with my fingers and work the tight bundle of nerves over as my other hand digs into her ass.
“Oh god.”
Fuck. Right there.
“Come for me,” I demand. She’s right there. “That’s it. Good girl. Do you like that?”
I shift my hips, and she sinks down onto me at a deeper angle. Fuck. I won’t make it much longer.
Squeezing her eyes closed, Cecilia nods. “Yes. Yes. Yes.” Her legs shake. Almost there.
I slam up into her three more times and am gifted the sound of her release. Cecilia cries out, choking on her own breaths as her pussy convulses around me. I pull her down to my chest, wrapping my arms around her as I pump into her two more times before finding my release.
“Fuck!” I groan, seeing goddamn stars behind my eyes.
Breathing heavily, I stroke Cecilia’s back and ease the tangled strands of her hair from her face.
Her skin is damp with sweat, and I can feel the erratic beat of her heart against my chest, which wouldn’t be a problem except her shoulders are shaking and I feel moisture in the crook of my neck where her face is currently buried.
“Cecilia?” Shit. Did I hurt her? I try to draw her back, but she just burrows herself deeper against me.
“Baby, are you okay?”
“I’m… I’m fine.” She chokes on her words. Fuck. What did I do?
I wrap my arms around her, trying to give her the comfort she needs. But I did this. How can I expect to be the one to make her feel better if I’m the reason she’s falling apart in the first place?
Dammit. I should have waited. She wasn’t ready. I should have known that. Seen the signs. Shame washes over me and I swallow the lump in my throat. “I didn’t mean to hurt you. I wasn’t thinking— “
She jerks back. “What?”
Her eyes are red, the skin of her cheeks splotchy. I stoke her face, wiping an errant tear away and pray she can she how fucking sorry I am. “I’m sor— “
“Why?”
She sniffs and her nose scrunchies as she looks down on me with a confused expression. I don’t know what’s happening. But I’m not a complete moron. Chicks don’t cry after sex because it’s good.
“You’re crying.”
Cecilia covers her face with her hands. “Not because of you!”
My brows pull together, and I tug her hands from her face.
“I’m not following.”
She exhales a breath and wipes the last bit of moisture from her eyes. “I’m sorry,” she tells me. “I’m not upset. I swear.”
My mouth opens to argue. I don’t need her to spare my feelings. I need her to be okay.
“Really. I’m not.”
I frown, still not convinced. “No more secrets.”
“I know,” she says and kisses me. “I was a little overwhelmed. That’s all.”
“Did I do something wrong? Did I hurt you?”
She shakes her head and a flush creeps up her neck. “I didn’t know what to expect. If I’d like it or if I’d freak out. If it would remind me of…” She shrugs. “You know.” Cecilia sinks her teeth into her lower lip.
“And?”
A hesitant smile lights up her face. “It was good.”
A weight lifts from my chest. “Yeah?”
“Yeah.” Her smile spreads and she leans in to kiss me again. “I’m sorry. I mean, to make you think something was wrong. It was perfect. All of it.”
I nip at her lips before giving her a dubious look. “Perfect, huh?”
“Don’t let it go to your head,” she warns.
I kiss her again. “Promise you’re okay?”
She kisses me back. “Promise. I think everything just hit me at once,” she admits. “But all good things.” Cecilia shifts her weight and the evidence of both our releases drips out of her once I pull my cock free.
Without thinking, I press my hand to her core and dip two fingers inside, pushing my cum back inside her. What am I doing?
“We should clean up,” I suggest, making no effort to move.
“We should.” Cecilia lays down against my chest, pressing her lips to my collarbone.
“We’re okay?”
She sighs, her body falling lax against me. “Mmm. Better than okay.”
I want to believe her. To revel in the feeling of her in my arms, but a voice in my head screams I’m missing something. And the same voice worries this is somehow the beginning of goodbye.