Page 33 of Love on the Ice
“I’m so close,” she breathes.
That’s my answer.
I decide to make her come just like that. And it doesn’t take long before she does. She lets out a long moan, squeezes her tits harder as she throws back her head, arches her back, and lifts her hips. If I could take a picture right now, I would keep it in my spank bank for a fucking eternity.
I’ve never seen anything so beautiful in my entire life.
Lorelai lets out a long sigh, and once her pussy stops pulsing around my fingers, I slip them from inside of her, and only then do I move so that I’m above her. Placing my hands on either side of her face, I align myself with her pussy and gently guide myself inside of her.
As soon as the head of my cock presses against her center, she reaches up, gripping my biceps, and opens her eyes. My gaze connects with hers, and I hold it, refusing to release her. Slowly, I sink completely inside of her.
Reaching down, I wrap my fingers around the back of her thigh. She shifts it a bit more, hooking it around my hip. I don’t move once I’m completely inside of her, buried to the root. Shifting my face closer, I touch my mouth to hers.
I slip my tongue inside of her, tasting her, while I allow her to become comfortable with my size, and only then do I begin to move. I fuck her pussy and her mouth at the same time. Slow and easy, taking my time.
Her hands wrap around the back of my neck as she holds my mouth to hers. My hips thrust, moving in and out of her, enjoying the slow pace but also wanting nothing more than to fuck her hard and fast.
She breaks the kiss, jerking her head away from me and into the pillow with a small cry. It’s so fucking beautiful. Grinding my pelvis against her clit, I enjoy the gasp each and every time. Then her eyes slowly open and find mine.
“Are you going to come again for me, baby?” I ask.
She shakes her head from side to side, but her gaze never leaves mine. “Tell me, Lore. Tell me exactly how your pussy is going to squeeze my dick.”
“Reid,” she whimpers. “I want to come.”
Her words are almost begging. Almost as if it pains her to say them. Or maybe her clit is so sensitive that’s what pains her. I'm not sure. I’m also not sure if I care what it is. I’m at the point where I need to feel her come around my cock.
I need to feel her cunt squeeze the cum out of me.
Slipping my hand between us, I swirl my thumb against her clit. She whimpers, her lips parted as she does. I continue to move in a rhythm I’ve discovered she enjoys, and she comes quickly. It isn’t as big. It isn't as all-consuming as the other times, but I figure that’s because she’s already had two orgasms tonight.
“Reid,” she moans my name. “So good.”
And it is just that.
So damn good.
Once she has her third orgasm, I decide it’s no holds barred. I fuck her hard and fast. I grip the back of her thighs, touch my mouth to hers, and kiss her hard. I slam against her with each thrust of my hips, and then I come.
I fill the tip of the condom, wishing I were filling her.
Next time, I will.
LORELAI
Reid gathers me in his arms. I’ve never done anything like this before. Any time I was with someone, it was a boyfriend, and it was in a dorm room or the back of a car. Hidden under covers, shrouded in darkness. But not this. Nothing like this.
I feel so exposed.
I touched my breasts, played with myself, and even said a few semi-dirty things. I spread my legs wide for him. He saw every inch of my body. There is nothing left for him to see. I did it all, and I should feel ashamed. But I don’t. Instead, I feel beautiful. He makes me feel beautiful.
I feel his fingers comb through my hair. He doesn’t say anything immediately, and I’m glad for it. Inhaling and exhaling slowly, I rest my cheek against his muscular chest and close my eyes.
Instantly, doubt creeps into my mind. What if this is just for sex? What if this is just a convenience thing? It must be, right? Pick the girl who is, without a doubt, starved for attention. She lives next door. Easy peasy. Pick the easy target.
Oh my god.
This was just so he could get laid, and I played right into his hands. I practically fell directly at his feet. Why did I do this?