5. Tamara #2
I lose track, every ounce of my being centered on the tiny, softened nub between my legs and the pleasure hurtling towards the surface like bubbles in a champagne glass.
When my orgasm explodes, it’s like nothing I’ve ever felt before.
My entire body convulses, curling in on itself to preserve the sensation in my core as if it’s something precious to be treasured.
I barely register his hands behind my back lowering me onto the floor, or my trembling legs wrapping around his back to keep him close. He fumbles with the zipper to free his erection from his pants, and I feel the head of his shaft nudging at my entrance.
“I…” My eyes fly open. I’m still panting, but for a different reason now.
“What’s the word?” He cradles my head on the floor with one arm, his eyes searching mine.
“I don’t need the word.”
“Talk to me, sweetheart.” His voice is so tender, I feel irrational tears welling. “What is it?”
“I’ve never done this before.”
He blinks several times. “Are you fucking kidding me?”
Something snaps inside, and I try to shove him off me, but he’s too heavy, too large, too much. “Get off me. I want to go.”
“The word,” he says.
“I’m not saying the fucking word. Just let me go.” Tears trickle from the corners of my eyes, and I try to wipe them away, but he grabs my wrists and pins them behind my head.
“Hey, baby, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean that to sound the way it did.” He tries to kiss me, and I turn my face away, angry at him, angry at myself for being so weak when I’m with him. “Look at me, please. Let me explain, then if you still want to go, I won’t stop you.”
I roll my head back across the floor and peer into his green eyes.
His pupils are still huge, the remaining green flecked with tiny black spears.
His left cheek is swollen and shiny from where I hit him with his own gun the night before, the purple-black bruise still coming out.
But he’s still the most beautiful man I’ve ever seen, and there’s a lump in my throat that won’t go down.
“Thank you.” He nods once and kisses the tip of my nose. “I shouldn’t have said what I said, and I’m sorry. The last thing I want to do is to make you feel anything less than totally and irrevocably perfect.”
“So, why did you say it?”
“Because you’re the sexiest woman on the fucking planet. Because the things you do, the way you make me feel, the things you make me want to do to you… I didn’t expect you to be a virgin.”
“Is that good or bad?”
“Baby…” He kisses my lips so softly, I feel more tears prickling behind my eyes. “I already knew you were the best thing that had ever happened to me, but if you still want me, knowing what I know now…”
“I do.” I blurt it out before I can change my mind. “I do still want you.”
“You don’t need to use the word?”
I smile. “No.” My anger is slowly dissipating, leaving behind an undeniable ache inside me that only he can fix.
“You know what this means?” he says.
“What?”
“You have to tell me your name now.”
“Or what?”
“Or…” His eyes narrow, but he can’t hide the smile. “I’ll fuck you so hard, you won’t even remember it.”
“I choose option B.”
His smile lights up his face. “I was hoping you’d say that.” His brows shoot up and disappear behind his dark curls. “Stay right there.”
He stands up and removes his shoes and socks first and then his pants. He’s still wearing the gym shorts underneath that I saw him in when he was staking out the refuge, only now, his erection is visible through the thin fabric.
Scratch that.
His erection is the only thing I see.
Our eyes meet, and I snap, “I’m not saying the word.”
Even if I wanted to put as much distance between us as possible, I would never give him the satisfaction of saying it out loud. The word belongs to him, not me. I’m doing this on my terms or not at all.
He drops his shorts, springing his cock free, and my eyes flare.
It’s… huge. I don’t even know if it will fit inside me, but I’m not backing out now.
He spreads my legs wide and crouches between them, rubbing the head in the slick between my legs. “We take this as slowly as you want, sweetheart. Your pace. Your comfort. You want to stop, we’ll stop.”
“Option B,” I remind him.
He leans over me, supporting his upper body weight on his elbows. “You drive a hard bargain.”
“What does that mean?”
“It means, I’ll do whatever the fuck you want me to do.”
He nudges his shaft inside my entrance, and the slow burn reignites the orgasm that hasn’t fully abandoned me yet.
I grip his shoulders and hold his gaze. “More.”
For a moment, I think he’s going to ask me if I’m sure, but then he slides in deeper, and my walls tighten around him.
The burn is beautiful. I spread my legs wider, and pull my knees towards my chest, the toes of my Docs bumping against his hips. “Deeper.”
He presses down on my abdomen with one hand and pushes deeper still, so deep my breath hitches in my chest. “How does that feel?”
“Full.” I swear I can feel the head of his shaft touching the bottom of my spine, but I’m not full enough. “I want more, and if you ask me if I’m sure, I’m getting up and walking out of here.”
“Not a fucking chance in hell of that happening, baby. I’m all yours.”
He thrusts his hips forward, and I feel the burn the entire length of my spine. I cling to him, panting through the stretch as he pushes through the final wall, my pussy spasming around him while he seats himself inside me.
“Fuck me,” I whisper. “Fuck me until I forget my name.”
“A promise is a promise.”
He grips my wrists, moves my arms behind my head, and kisses me slow and deep as he starts moving inside me. I feel the gentle scrape of his shaft against my walls and raise my hips above the floor to accommodate him, wrapping my legs around his waist.
“Want more?” he murmurs between kisses.
“I want it all.”
He dips his head and sucks on my pierced nipple, and I arch my spine, pressing my breasts into his face. He sucks and chews and draws blood to the surface around my nipple, branding me with his kisses, and the more he gives, the more I want.
“Kiss me.”
His mouth comes back to me, smothering mine until I can’t breathe, his shaft pounding into me, harder and deeper, his balls slapping against my ass cheeks.
This is what I’ve been missing.
This…or is it him?
It’s impossible to tell, but all I know is that my body meets his every thrust with one of my own. Each time I believe he can’t go any deeper, he pushes a little bit more, and I close around him, sucking him in, keeping him close.
Mine.
“Name,” he breathes into my mouth.
“I can still remember it,” I counter, sucking his bottom lip.
“Good, because I’m not finished with you yet.”
He pulls out of me and the loss of his cock inside me is like having a limb chopped off.
In one easy movement, he flips me over onto my knees and drags my ass towards him.
Then he presses my shoulders down with one hand until my face is squashed against the thick-pile carpet, spreads my pussy wide with the other, and rams into me from behind.
I cry out. That’s the stretch I was waiting for. There is nowhere left for him to go, but he slides his shaft all the way out, rubs the head around my entrance, and drives it all the way home again.
“More!” I demand.
“You’ll be the fucking death of me, baby.”
“I won’t. You promised.”
“Aye, that I did, sweetheart.”
He leans over me and I twist my face around to meet his kisses while he works my clit with his fingers. My orgasm flares to the surface, and my knees go weak as it explodes, everything else disappearing but the pleasure between my legs.
“I’m going to come, sweetheart,” he murmurs. “Ready for me?”
“Yes.” It’s all I can manage moments before I feel his cum filling me up and trickling down my legs.
His body twitches and shudders before we collapse together on the floor of his living room, arms and legs entwined, our hearts thudding in sync.