Chapter 28 – Ferrin #2
I tickle my way back up to her mouth, tilting our heads and plunging in, getting lost in the euphoria.
Her thighs come up to my hips, and she angles her pussy up, rubbing my cock, lubing it up.
I groan and move my hips, sliding up and down her cunt, pressing the head of my cock in on her clit, feeling her wet fucking heat.
I snatch her bottom lip between my teeth and suck it deep into my mouth.
My hands press into the blanket on either side of her head so I can grind against her cunt.
I watch her face, loving how she rolls her hips and clings to mine.
I grunt, so fucking hard for her, I’m seeing stars, my entire blood supply pulsing against her.
I’m addicted to her, and it sucks because quitting cold turkey will leave me in a withdrawal there will be no returning from.
“Ferrin,” she cries as I swivel and hit her clit again and again, sliding along her opening without diving in. “Please. I need.”
I need to. But I also need her to come for me.
“This first,” I tell her. “Then I’ll fill you up. I’ll stretch you so good. Feed you every inch of me until that’s all you can feel.”
“Yes,” she cries, her eyes closing and her head twisting to the side, tense with pleasure. I press my feet into the sleeping bag and drive against her. She’s shaking, her breathing labored, and her cunt so slick and hot I’m losing my mind.
“So beautiful,” I rasp, moving my hand so I can hold her, my thumbs along her wrists.
She’s getting close. She has these incredible tells aside from how her cunt gets wet.
Her cheeks flame red, and she takes her lip between her teeth.
Every time, that’s how it’s been. I move faster, work her deeper, rub and fuck against her clit harder.
“Ah, ah,” she whimpers, biting harder into her lip.
Her breathing is all over the place, and her fists ball up as she comes.
I continue to push against her, moving faster, and forcing myself not to come despite how fucking good this feels.
Just before she finishes, I thrust deep into her, causing her to squeal, “Oh fuck!”
Her pussy is so tight. So swollen as it grips me. She’s still contracting from her orgasm, and holy fuck is that good.
I grunt, pumping my hips into her, using every muscle I can to make sure I grind in. My cock rushes with heat, and my balls draw up, but I’m not ready to come. Not yet. Her hips hike higher up my sides, and I release her wrist so I can draw back and grasp her hips.
I stare down at her, my knees digging into the sleeping bag and sand beneath it. I lift her ass and plow into her, using my grip to control her. Her tits jiggle and bounce, and her hands fly above her head, pushing against the rock we’re abutting.
My fucks are deep, even, and slow. Not fast or furious. This is control. This is penetrating. This is feeling.
“So good. So fucking good.” Sweat coats my brow and back.
“Come here.” I pull her up until she’s sitting on me, our chests crushed together.
I hold her up and pump up into her, watching her face as I slide in and out with only her tight cunt as resistance.
I’m just a little too big for her, even with how wet she is.
It’s a stretch every time, and I can’t get enough of it.
Nothing has ever felt better than being inside of her.
She swivels her hips forward and back, up and down, taking me in as deep as she can. So deep there’s nowhere else for me to go. Her arms are around my neck, and when her head falls back while she rides me, I suck and lick at her throbbing pulse.
I pull her off me and spin her around before I push her back down on me, having her face out into the night. One hand wraps around her neck, my other goes to her hip.
“Push your ass back toward me and take me deeper. I want to feel all of you.”
I squeeze her neck and use it to move her on me. Instead of clutching my hand or my arm to stop me or show she’s afraid, one hand goes to my thigh, and her other wraps around the back of my head from behind so she can hold me at her neck.
I lose it with that. The way she trusts me.
I lick her ear and nibble on the soft flesh as I push up into her.
Her feet are on the blanket, and she works me, holding me and fucking me back.
I slide up her belly to her tits and cup one, squeezing it as I squeeze her neck in pulses.
Cries and whimpers and moans tumble from her lips, her thighs spread wide, the cool night air blowing on her exposed clit.
“That’s it. I’m going to fuck you so good the whole world will hear you come for me.”
“Yes. More. I want to feel all of you. Everywhere. All over me.”
I bring her to the ground, pressing my weight on her so I can fuck her from behind like this.
She wants to feel me everywhere, and that’s what I give her.
My whole body. I keep my hand on her neck and hold it tight as I up my pace and saw into her.
My pelvis spanks her ass with every pounding thrust, and my mouth covers hers from the side.
“Is this what you wanted? To be at my mercy? To have me control you?”
Her eyes pinch shut, but she whispers, “Yes,” so softly I almost don’t hear it.
“You’re so perfect. All of you is. I can’t get enough of you.”
She nods her head. It’s all she has, and I love that about her. I love that she gets so totally absorbed in this. It’s visceral and connected, and she swims in it without an ounce of worry or self-consciousness.
The world has never taught her to be cautious. To hold back. It’s one of my favorite things about her. She is who she is because no one’s tainted that side of her.
With our bodies flush, I continue to pump and grind into her, building her up. I’m so close. So fucking close, I’m not sure how much longer I can hold off. She feels too good.
I keep her to me, holding her down with my weight and the pressure on her neck while whispering against her lips. Everything and anything as it hits my brain, I say to her. Her second orgasm swoops in and explodes like an unexpected bomb, and it drives me straight over the edge.
My lips smash against hers, and I moan and grind and grunt, spilling myself in her yet again, coming harder at the thought. Mine. All of her is mine. At least until tomorrow.