Page 52 of InfraRed
I grab my dick, stroking slowly as I make my way back to the bed. Her eyes never leave my desperate cock as I climb onto the bed and make my way to her. “I think you know what this is, baby.” I slide it through her wet slit once before I straddle her hips again to release the binds holding her hands.
“Why is it… You’re… Graham!”
Her hands fall free from the restraints, gripping the covers beside us as she continues to stare. “It will feel good, Case. I promise.” I lower myself, taking her mouth before whispering, “So fucking good.”
I lean back to reach for the rubber and know the minute she sees. Her tiny gasps echo in my ears as her fingers brush my inner bicep, then my collarbone. “Wh-when did you do these?”
I turn my arm, giving her a better view of the sunflower tattoo inked there. “That one, a long damn time ago. Even before you kissed me. You’ve always been special to me, Casey. You know that. Or you should.”
She chews her cheek for a moment, lost somewhere deep in thought. I hope it’s realizing the truth. “What about this one?”
I grip the fingers still brushing her name written across my collarbone in fine script and kiss the tips. “That was a little while after I kicked your little boyfriend’s ass.”
She presses her lips together, hiding a grin as I quirk a brow, then reach over, grab the condom, and rip the wrapper with my teeth before rolling the latex over the crown. Her breathing is erratic, her pulse is rapid as I tug her down the bed and spread her legs. Her body shudders as I rub myself against her slick heat. I slant my mouth over hers and nudge her entrance.
She pulls away from the kiss, her mind moving a mile a minute. “Is it going to hurt?” she whispers.
“Not like you think, baby. Or like you’ve undoubtedly read in those dirty little books you like to read.” I push forward a bit, and her breath catches. “Breathe, Casey. You’ll stretch a bit, but that hymen thing isn’t like you imagine. I just fingered you within an inch of your life. It’s been thoroughly stretched. It will be more uncomfortable than painful as long as you breathe and let me in.”
“Kiss me,” she demands.
A wide smile spread my mouth. “With pleasure, baby.” I press my lips to hers again, slipping my tongue into her mouth. Her fingers dig into my back as her tongue swirls with mine. I waituntil she’s consumed with our kiss, burning with need, before I push forward a little more. She gasps against my mouth, and I chuckle. “Count them as I push inside,” I murmur. “When you get to eight, I’m all the way inside you.”
I keep slowly sinking deeper and deeper. Her lashes flutter, but it’s her moving lips, doing as I instructed, that makes me chuckle, but it works. She’s distracted by the feeling, focused on each barbell pierced along my dick. It feels like an eternity passes before I’m fully seated inside her. I went slowly, but not out of fear of hurting her. It was because I wanted her to feel every inch of me as I joined our bodies together.
My lips press to her forehead as I wait for a second because her pussy strangles my cock so well, I’m afraid if I don’t get myself under control, this show will be over before it begins. She’s so goddamn fucking tight. I’m not sure how I get all the way in without exploding.
“Graham.” Her pussy squeezes me tight, making me groan loudly. “Please move.”
Obeying her, my hips pull back, and fucking hell, even I can feel each damn piercing as I slide against her walls. My teeth grind tightly when I surge forward, tilting my hips up. I take it slow and easy, wanting desperately to make this good for her, but it doesn’t take long before I can no longer control myself. The tempo picks up as I lift her leg into the crook of my arm, angling my hips up to hit her g-spot.
Her hips meet mine, thrust for thrust as she throws her other long, limber leg up high on my waist. I pivot, bumping her clit every time I reach her G-spot. Sweat trickles down my face. Our combined pants fill the air, mingling into one frantic breath.
She whimpers as she clenches around me. Her sharp nails bite into my flesh. As her tight cunt molds to my cock, I become moreaware of what I already knew…
This is all I’ve wanted for so long that I’m not sure I remember a time I didn’t. And I don’t mean the sex, though I think I could live inside her sweet little pussy and be happy. But I mean withher. I’m still not sure when everything changed. When she stopped being the little girl I needed to protect and became the woman I loved, but it happened long before now. Long before I came back. At some point, despite the distance between us, the need to protect and care turned into more, and now… now I know I can’t go back.
My hips thrust with an urgent need to make her feel it, too.
My heart pounds with desperation to reach hers.
This went from needing to be inside her—to feel her wrapped around me—to claiming her as mine.
I’ve said it to her over and over, but it’s never been more true.
Mine.
Her pussy spasms as her soft whimpers become louder, turning to pleas.
Mine.
My dick throbs as my balls get tighter.
Mine.
Her back arches as her mouth falls open, shocking the absolute shit out of me when she screams loud enough for the neighbors to hear, sending me falling over the edge with her.
I keep moving, emptying myself into the barrier between us. Her pussy squeezes me as if it wants to keep me forever.