Chapter 12 Without a Cue #4
Lucy slowed us to one deep stroke at a time. She made me stay at the bottom of each one, cock buried, our bodies flush, her pussy pulsing as if it couldn't decide whether to push me out or pull me farther in.
"Kiss me."
I lowered my mouth to hers. She kissed like she controlled everything else, tongue setting the first rhythm, teeth catching my lower lip whenever I tried to speed it up. Her hands shifted from my hips to my face. Her thighs kept directing below us.
The bed edge pressed against my shins. Each thrust moved us closer to slipping.
Lucy felt it before I said anything.
"Get us up there," she said, glancing toward the pillows. "Don't pull out."
She locked her legs around my waist and her arms around my shoulders. I planted one hand beside her head and the other beneath her ass. On the next deep stroke, I lifted her hips and drove with my knees, sliding us several inches up the mattress while staying buried inside her.
Lucy gasped into my mouth.
"Again."
I repeated the movement. The sheets bunched beneath us. She kept her body tight around mine while we moved together until her head reached the pillows and my knees were fully on the bed.
"Better," she said.
"Bossy."
"You like me bossy."
"I like you. The bossy part is making it hard to think."
"Then stop thinking. Keep that angle."
I drove into her. Her back arched. The sound she made was sharp enough to tell me I'd found it again.
Lucy controlled the next stretch with fewer words. Her hips rolled, thighs changed pressure, fingers dug into my shoulders. She tightened her pussy around me on every third stroke until I started anticipating the squeeze. Then she changed the count.
I groaned and buried my face against her neck.
"Lost track?" she asked.
"You changed it."
"I wanted to see if you were paying attention."
"I'm paying attention to every inch of your pussy."
She clenched again, hard, and bit my shoulder to muffle a cry.
"Say that again."
I drove deep and held there. "Your pussy is so fucking tight I can feel every time you decide to squeeze me."
Her wetness flooded warmer around my cock. She opened her legs wider and dragged my mouth back to hers.
"Harder now. Same angle."
I increased the force without taking the rhythm away from her. Our bodies slapped together. The headboard tapped the wall. Lucy met every thrust and kept giving clipped corrections between broken breaths.
"Deeper. Hold. Again. Faster."
Each command changed what I did. Each change cost her another piece of the voice delivering it.
Her legs began to shake. The measured count in her hips slipped. She tried to slow me and then lifted into the next thrust before the pause finished. Her pussy gripped me in erratic pulses that pushed both of us closer.
"I'm right there," she gasped.
I started to ease back.
"No." Her hands caught my face. "Don't back off."
I held the pace she'd asked for, deep and steady, while her composure frayed beneath me. She stayed active, meeting me, pulling me in, but the cues became fragments.
"There. God. Nash. Again."
Her eyes squeezed shut.
"Look at me," I said.
They opened.
Lucy stared up at me through the pleasure, breathing hard, body trembling around my cock. She could've forced the rhythm back into order. I saw the moment she decided she didn't want to.
"Take over," she said.
I stayed exactly where I was. "Tell me what you want."
"Fuck me the way you've been holding back all night." Her fingers tightened at the back of my neck. "Make me lose the count."
That was hers to give.
I caught her hips, shifted my knees wider, and drove into her hard.
Lucy cried out. Her legs flew higher around my waist, opening her for the next thrust. I gave it to her deeper and faster, then again, building a new rhythm that belonged to what she'd asked for.
"Yes," she gasped. "That's it. Don't slow down."
I fucked her with my full weight braced over her, face close enough to feel every broken breath against my mouth.
Sweat ran between us. Her tits bounced with each impact, nipples brushing my chest. The room filled with the wet slap of my balls against her ass and the sounds she stopped trying to shape.
"You wanted me to take it?" I asked.
"Yes."
I drove deeper.
"You wanted my cock inside you until you couldn't direct another thing?"
"Fuck, yes."
Her answer made me change the angle, lifting one of her thighs higher against my side. The next stroke ground the base of my cock across her clit.
Lucy shouted my name.
"There?"
"Right fucking there."
I kept the angle and gave her the same stroke again and again. She clawed at my back, then gripped the sheets above her head when she needed something stronger to hold. Her pussy tightened around me. The slick sound between us turned obscene.
I was too close to pretend otherwise. My balls drew tight. The pressure at the base of my spine built into something I couldn't keep contained much longer.
"I'm going to come," I said.
Lucy's hand returned to my face and held me over her. Her eyes were wild and certain.
"Inside me."
The words hit harder than any touch.
"Say it again."
"Come inside my pussy." She rolled her hips into the next thrust and cried out. "I want to feel you fill me when I come."
I drove as deep as her body would take me and stayed there for one beat, cock throbbing inside her while her clit pressed against me.
Then I started moving again.
Short, hard strokes. No wasted distance. Every thrust kept the base grinding where she needed it and pushed the head of my cock against the place that made her pussy seize.
Lucy's breathing broke into helpless sounds. Her legs locked around me. Her whole body pulled tight beneath mine.
"Nash, I'm coming."
Her orgasm hit before the sentence finished.
Her pussy clamped around my cock in hard, rhythmic waves. Her back arched off the mattress, mouth open against my shoulder, thighs shaking so violently they tightened and released around my waist.
The first squeeze tore the last of my control away.
I buried myself to the root and came inside her.
My cock pulsed hard, pumping thick spurts of cum deep into her pussy while she kept coming around me. Heat flooded the tight space between us. Some of it pushed back around my shaft, slick and hot against my balls, but most of it stayed inside her while each clench milked another release from me.
"Fuck, Lucy. Take it."
She held me with everything she had left. Her nails dug into my back. Her mouth found mine in a kiss that barely qualified, tongues touching between gasps while both orgasms kept rolling through us.
I gave one last involuntary thrust. Another pulse of cum left me. Lucy whimpered and clenched again, weaker this time, her body wrung out beneath mine.
Neither of us moved when it ended.
I collapsed carefully, keeping enough weight on my arms to let her breathe.
My cock stayed buried inside her, softening by degrees while our cum leaked around it onto the damp sheets.
Her legs remained locked behind my back.
Sweat slicked her stomach to mine. Every few seconds, an aftershock pulled another flutter from her pussy and a broken breath from her lips.
Lucy pressed her face against my neck.
"Stay."
I kissed the wet hair at her temple and held her tighter.
"I'm right here."
We stayed joined until my arms started to shake.
Lucy noticed before I said anything. She loosened her legs but kept one wrapped around mine while I rolled us onto our sides. My cock remained inside her through the movement, and the new angle drew a soft groan from both of us.
"You sore?"
She tested the question with a small shift of her hips. Her pussy squeezed weakly around me.
"Yes."
"Bad?"
"No." Her mouth curved against my shoulder. "The kind I'm going to notice when I walk."
"I can apologize."
"Don't ruin it."