Mechislav
I’ve not come that hard since the last time we did this. My balls are drawn up and fully emptied. My hips keep stuttering as though my body knows I can give her more if I move right. My cock is so sensitive, it borders on pain every time her tight cunt contracts, trying to milk me for more.
I suck her nipples, giving each one the same attention, moving between them while she whimpers.
“Stay,” she says when I move to withdraw from her. I do, running my tongue over the underside of her tits until she shivers. “I love how full I feel when you’re inside me.”
“Let me take you home, then I can be inside you all night long.”
She is silent for a moment, her pussy still quivering around me, making my balls ache with fatigue.
“Is that a thing?” She asks. “Coud you be in me all night without…you know…”
“Fuck me, Daisy. I’ve not been full soft since the day I first saw you. And when I’m inside you… I don’t think staying hard will be the problem. The problem is how hard you drain me and how sensitive it makes me.”
“Does it hurt?” she asks, suddenly concerned.
“It can get a little uncomfortable but I’m sure we can work something out.
” I scrape my teeth over her nipple and her pussy responds with a strong clench that has my eyes squeezing shut against the sudden sensation.
“Fuck,” I grunt as my balls tingle and somehow another spurt of cum sprays from me. “That was unexpected.”
This time I do pull out, slowly so she can adjust, and watch as her pussy closes, my cum white and frothy in her channel.
“Keep all of that in there,” I say, slowly bringing her legs together and resting them against me.
I manage to hook her panties with my foot, dragging them closer so I can slide them over her feet and ankles.
Then up her legs. “I wish I could look at you all day long. Just put you on my shelf and worship how fucking beautiful you are.” She lifts her hips to help me slide her panties into place.
“You need to stop saying stuff like that,” she says. “I don’t think I can take much more, but it’s all I want, all of the time.”
“Will you?” I ask, “Come home with me, I mean.” I press my thumb against where I know her clit to be beneath the soft white cotton of her panties and she jerks with a gasp and nods. “Use your words, Daisy. Will you come home with me?”
“Yes,” she says, her body jerking again.
We dress quietly, me watching her every move as she stands on shaking legs and drags her clothes on.
We lock up behind us and head to my car while she talks about anything and nothing, filling the space with her thoughts.
All I can think is how I want her in my house.
I want her cameras on my table where they don’t have to be tidied away, and her cold hands on my skin at two in the morning.
I want to know that if there’s ever bad news, I’m the one who gets to hear it first. I want to be at that shop counter every morning while she talks about books and photographs and us.
I don’t bother turning any lights on when I arrive at the apartment. I just pull her through to my bedroom, watch her undress in the moonlight and get into bed. I climb into bed beside her, my cock still half hard but no longer sensitive, and turn towards her.
Daisy turns onto her side and wriggles backwards until her perfect ass bumps against my crotch. Then I line myself up and slide in, hardening fully by the time I’m all the way there.
“It feels so good,” she moans into the darkness.
I drop a kiss to the back of her head and wrap my arm around her. My hand wants to go between her legs and coax another orgasm from her, but I fight the urge and stroke over her belly before taking one round breaks in my hand and squeezing lightly.
“Get some sleep, Daisy. I’ll still be here in the morning.”
I’ve never done something like this before. It feels strangely intimate being buried inside her for no other reason than it feeling good for her. I wait for her breathing to even out before letting myself follow her into sleep.
It’s still dark out when my eyes open. For a second I wonder what woke me but then I realise it’s the movement beside me and how my rock-hard cock suddenly feels cold.
Daisy’s hands are pushing me onto my back, and a strip of pale light highlights a diagonal stripe down her body.
She takes my cock in both hands before sliding down it. She is still wet from earlier, from being filled with my cum and having my cock inside her while we slept.
“I need more,” she says, her pelvis snapping forward, taking me deeper.
“Take whatever you need,” I say, enjoying the way the strip of light captures the curve of her tits as they sway.
She picks up the rhythm, finding a position that she enjoys if the sounds she is making is anything to go by. I stay lying back, watching her chase her pleasure on my cock.
“I love making you come,” she says, panting. “I love knowing how good my pussy makes you feel.” Her words are breaking, with exertion or pleasure, I don’t know. What I do know is my balls are already tightening.
“It’s not just your pussy,” I say, bringing my hands to her hips. “It’s every part of you. You’re perfect for me.”
I pull my knees up now, trying to hold back from coming but I can already feel her pussy is trying to milk me.
“Fuck,” I grunt as my whole body tenses and releases, spasms rack through me as her tight cunt drains me again.
Her hands come to my chest as she cries out, her own pleasure making her rhythm falter as she comes apart on my cock.
She collapses forward over my chest while I’m still twitching the last drops of cum from my shaft.
“Can you go again?” she asks.
I laugh lightly before asking, “Are you okay?”
“Yeah,” she says, lifting up so she can look at me. The morning must have broken because the light in the room has taken on a gray-blue tinge. “It just feels so good to be with you.”
“Then be with me, all the time…”
She pulls back a little, searching my face. “What do you mean?”
“I mean everything. All the words…” When she doesn’t say anything, I go on. “Live with me, marry me, have kids with me, all of it. The whole future. All the words.”
She pulls off me with a wince, my cum leaking from her and making a small pool above my cock as she moves off me.
“We have great sex,” she says, pulling her bra on and then spinning around, looking for another item of clothing.
I sit up and watch as she dresses. “You’re scared again.”
She is jumping in her jeans as I say this, pulling them up a little further with each bounce. “What? I’m not scared.”
“You are,” I counter flatly as she does up her fly. “But surprisingly, not of me. You’re scared of commitment.”
She stops, one arm pushed into her sweater.
“I meant what I said last night. I want forever with you. You said you were scared I didn’t want you as much as you wanted me, did you just mean sexually?”
“What? No.” She pushes her hands through her hair and makes a dismissive sound.
“Oh my God, you did…” I don’t know why I find it so hilarious, but I begin to laugh. I can’t even stop to consider when the last time I laughed was. “You…” I throw the sheets back and stand up, though immediately double over with laughter. “You just want me to be a booty call.”
I manage to stop laughing for long enough to straighten up. “I never in a million years imagined I’d be a booty call.”
“That’s not what this is. And can you put some clothes on please?” Her eyes flicker over my body.
“Why? Five minutes ago you were asking to go again, and now you can’t get out of here quick enough.”
She takes a breath and collapses onto the end of the bed.
“We barely know each other,” she finally says, her shoulders slumped. “What if when you get to know me, you don’t like me anymore?”
I frown, then sit beside her. “I know your dream is a bookshop on the corner. I know you work hard at your job. I know you drive me insane between finding you up an unsecured platform cleaning a ceiling and balancing on precarious walls to get just the right photograph. I know I want my future with you and I’d do anything to make it happen.
But I also know that I don’t want you to ever be unhappy.
” I lift my hand to push a tendril of her hair away from her face.
“And if you believe I can’t make you happy, not just in the bedroom, then I get it. ”
She is watching me, looking for something.
“It is great sex,” she says. “But it’s not just that. You make me feel like…like…” she shakes her head and drops her eyes to her hands which are twisting in her lap.
“Like what?” I press, noticing her eyes flickering over my body every so often. I suppress the grin. “Like I’m the most amazing person you know.”
“You are.” I say it plainly, because it’s true. “You should trust me.”
“I should get to the store. I want to see the shelves go in.”
“Give me ten minutes, I’ll take you.”
When we arrive at the shop Bodhan is already there, measuring out the shelves, and Daisy’s eyes light up with excitement.
Something strange fills my chest. Something that feels like happiness.
I want to make her light up every day.