Chapter 20 Eagle #2
“Let’s try something else.” I move quickly, still holding her wrists, and settle her on her back, lying down on the bed. Then I move her arms above her head and anchor her wrists against the mattress with my hands. “Too much?” I ask.
She shakes her head and parts her legs, making room for me to kneel between her thighs. “Perfect,” she sighs.
I lean forward, putting as much weight as I think I can shift without hurting her into my hands. Then I roll my hips so my dick taps her opening.
“You’re wet,” I tell her, a grin claiming my face. I can’t help it. Every time she’s ready for me like this, with just a few kisses or touches, I feel like a god. She makes me feel like more than I am, more than I deserve to be.
“And horny,” she breathes. “Now, fuck me hard.”
Holding her wrists in place, I tease her clit with my cock, working my hips back and forth so I slide over her sensitive pussy. She’s getting so wet, I slip inside her and quickly pull out, only to be met with groans and complaints.
“I forgot the condom,” I tell her, releasing her wrists so I can reach into the bedside table for our stash. Once I’m sleeved, I grip my cock and center myself right over her wet pussy.
Her arms are still above her head, but before I take her wrists, I want to touch her, feel that drenched silk between her legs. The sun is coming up and filling the room with light, so I can see every pale hair on her arms, the pebbled texture of her hard nipples.
This woman is laid out, bare, and open for me. All for me. She is mine. And I’m going to make sure she never, ever questions that.
With my thumb, I stroke her clit, and I slip two fingers deep inside her. She moans and widens her legs, opening so I can watch as I enter her, watch as her clit swells with arousal. She works her hips, pressing her clit against my thumb, my fingers sinking deeper inside her.
“I want to come with you,” she pants, but her words are thick and her eyes closed. She’s lost in pleasure. And if I want it to be intense for her, unforgettable, I need to fuck her.
I yank my hand from her pussy and clamp both hands around her wrists, holding her securely against the bed. I slide my cock, slow and deep and hard until I can’t go any farther.
“Fuck.” She grinds out my name and thrashes against my hands.
“Tell me if you want me to let go,” I tell her, and she nods, but I know she wants this. I can feel how turned on she is, how much she loves being fucked hard and fast.
I thrust inside her, deep and forcefully, and she gasps, whimpering my name.
I use my abs to drive my body into hers, every thrust pushing her arms farther into the bed.
Her tits, those glorious, gorgeous tits, bounce and shimmy with every thrust, moving back and forth, her nipples so hard, if I could stop fucking her, I’d stop only to suck those perfect copper peaks.
We’re both moaning then, chasing a high that we want to drop from together. Me grinding into her, her grinding back, the breathless, senseless pleas between us bringing us closer and closer to the edge.
Finally, I hear Lacey’s throaty cry, the sure tell that she’s close, and her body tightens, her walls quivering and clamping down so hard on my cock that, even through the latex, I feel every spasm. I thrust harder into her, the combination of deep and wet, hard and tight impossible to resist.
I follow her over the cliff, panting and dripping sweat onto her bare breasts, shuddering and shouting her name as I release hot and frantic inside her. I don’t roll away after I’m done but collapse on her chest like I love to do.
The sweat squishes between our chests, and my rapidly softening dick would fall out of her if she weren’t still holding me so tight.
“Babe,” she whispers. “I might come again.” She wiggles her hips a little, using my body to stroke up against.
“I’m too soft,” I say. “Give me a sec.”
But she shakes her head. “I’m so, so close. I almost came again when you did. Suck my nipples.”
My woman’s wish is my command, so I rally the little bit of strength left in my wet sponge of a body, and I clamp my lips over her right nipple.
I lick it lightly, just a warm, welcoming taste, until she moans and lets me know it’s good.
Then I suck hard, drawing the whole peak into my mouth and laving the hard tip with my tongue.
I move my head, tugging the tender skin between my teeth, moving my face right to left until she’s bucking wildly against me.
And before I know it, I’m hard again. I try not to think about what we’re doing with the condom.
It’s still on, and I didn’t get soft enough for it to slip off, so I give in to it.
I fuck her, she fucks me, I suck her nipple, and within seconds, we’re off to the stars again, screaming each other’s names and coming in a blaze of sparks and stars.
When we’re done, the alarm on my phone blares, jolting me out of the lust-filled haze.
“Perfect fucking timing,” I laugh, pulling out of her and slamming a hand down on the device.
She moans a happy, satisfied sound, and I am pleased to see the condom is still in place. I don’t know how, but my swimmers are contained. And I’m not even panicked. With any other woman, I’d be sweating bullets until I was sure not a single bit of my DNA made it out of that latex alive.
But with Lacey, I’m relieved but not nervous. I don’t know what the future holds, but somehow, with her in front of me, I have purpose. With her beside me, I have strength. Whatever happens, I can almost dare to dream we’ll be okay.