Page 32 of I Love My Mistake
Chapter Eighteen
Months Later, On a Tuesday Early in Summer… The Night David Smashed Jess’s Heart
“Zach! Be careful!!”
“Sorry! I got a little too excited.” He adjusts the position. “That better?”
I wiggle around and think on it. But I can still feel him pushing against my cervix. Some men are too big.
“Hold on. I’ll take off my heels. Then you won’t have such a level playing field.” I kick them off, holding onto the couch I’m bent over, in his apartment. He bends his knees, pants fallen around his ankles like floppy, cotton boots.
“That’s better,” I say. “Now you have to reach for it.”
He chuckles, holding onto my hips. “Mmmm, Nicole – your ass is incredible.” He gives it a light swat.
I throw a wicked smile over my shoulder at him. “Like you haven’t seen it fifty times before?”
He grins and growls, grabbing on and squeezing tight. “I’ll never get used to it.” Then he presses that glorious cock of his into me at a much better angle this time, the height adjustment definitely helping.
I purr, “Sooooo much better. Keep going.”
“Nice and slow, like you like it, right?” He asks.
I face forward, bending against his thrusts, and the feelings are all pleasure now. I nod my head, but I don’t add, this is how I like it from you.From my others, I like other things.
They all have their purpose, my casual fuck buddies Zach, Jason, and a new guy named Tom. That purpose is to entertain me with no complications. No one is getting close to my heart. Not if I can help it. Just slow, sweet penetration from Zach and his enormous cock and not-too-complex mind, and the world is a beautiful place. Easy peasy, pumpkin squeezy.
He pushes in and holds it there a suspenseful second, then pulls out almost past the tip, then back in, luxuriously slow, sending shivers of fun all over me. I purr like a satisfied cat and he takes it up a notch in speed, bends so he can reach around and fondle me at the same time.
“Oh, that feels so good when you do that, Zach.”
He says huskily in my ear, “Yeah, you like how I fuck you from behind? Do you like that?” as his hand presses and holds my pussy in measured beats of awesome.
“Like it? I love it. Little flicks again! Just like you were doing a second ago. That’s it. There you go. Yesssss.”
“You want me to wait? Want me to hold it?”
The way Zach’s body moves when he cums is extraordinary and it always pushes me over the edge if I let my mind go.
“No! Give it to me with total abandon!”
“Whatever you want,” he says with a grunt, his chest on my back, his arm around me with all of its muscles flexing as he flicks my humming clit until my ass is in the air and I’m yelling out from the electrifying sensations. When he feels me pulse and contract around his cock with the first waves of delirium, he rises and grabs onto my hips with both strong hands, thrusts harder and harder and faster and faster until we are both impassioned out of our minds. He jerks and grabs me and yells out with his entire voice and the sound is beautiful to my ears. Our orgasms attach and fuel each other, try to top one another, until we both collapse under them; wilted, sweating and exhausted. Euphoric.
“I’m gonna go throw the condom in the bathroom,” he mumbles, kissing my shoulder blade as I sigh.
“Mmhmm.” My face is mashed on the cushion, collapsed over the side of the couch. When he pulls out of me and walks off to do his business, I push myself farther over until I’m lying down comfortably on it, my eyes closed, hugging a pillow onto my naked chest.
This is perfection. No problems. No stress. No attachment.
Zach returns and pulls out a pack of smokes “You want one?” he asks.
I look up. “No, thank you. I quit.”
“Yeah? Good for you.” He leaves me to head to the balcony, wearing only a shirt and his socks. He must have kicked off his pants.
I smile and close my eyes again to doze off, thinking, it is good for me. All of this is.
I don’t know what time it is when Zach pokes my arm and shoves my phone in my face. “Nicole. Wake up. I saw this on your phone.”