Page 55 of Fight for Forever
Chapter Twenty-One
I don’t waste any time getting the condom rolled on, then press my knee back to the bed, moving over her. She smells divine, she tastes even better, and my dick jumps again at the memory of her going off against my tongue.
I’m not lying, I’ve never seen anything more beautiful than Megan letting go. I’d thought it the first time I made her come, but this time, it was fucking amazing to see.
It’s my plan to keep that look on her face as much as I can.
Though thirty condoms is pretty ambitious. I press a kiss to her pussy. I nearly lost my shit when I saw she was bare through her panties. Not that I would have cared if she weren’t, but being able to see every part of her excited the shit out of me.
Megan is breathing hard as my lips move over every inch of her, my hands following in their wake. I position myself so I’m between her legs, propped up over her with my palms flat on the bed. She looks up at me, her eyes trusting as she waits to see what I’m going to do.
It drives me fucking insane how she is looking at me. I lower so our bodies press together. I’m a big guy. I don’t want tocrush her, but feeling the length of her pressed against me makes me almost lose control.
Yes, she agrees to this and yes, she’s into it, but I won’t unleash my full force on her. She deserves to be treated like a fucking queen. We kiss again and I shift my hips, notching my dick between her lips and lightly grinding. She’s so fucking wet I glide through her lips and back again a few times. I’m about to lose fucking control.
Using one hand, I guide the head of my dick towards her opening. Then I kiss her again as I push in, inch by inch, feeling her opening and wrapping around me, welcoming me into her body. I have to pause a couple of times and bury my face in her neck so she doesn’t see me grit my teeth.
I keep moving until I’m fully seated inside of her. She lets out a long, breathy sigh. Her arms are beneath mine and she and runs her nails up my back, then clutches my shoulders from beneath me.
Her walls tighten around me as I thrust in and out a couple of times. Each move has her letting out another small gasp. I take it slow, wanting to prolong this as much as I can, drawing more than halfway out before pushing back in. I keep doing it until she pants harder, her body getting restless, her hands moving all over my back and arms.
My need builds, and I thrust a little faster, a little harder. When she doesn’t react in any other way than she wants this, I pick up the pace, then press my lips to hers. I suck on her tongue and fuck into her faster, all thought of taking it slow going out of the window as she clenches tighter around me, as her nails claw into my back and her hips lift to meet mine.
Her neck tilts back, exposing her throat. I press my face into it, my balls tightening.
“Joey, I’m going to… I’m.. Oh God.”
I nip her earlobe and press my mouth against her ear. “Comefor me, Kitten.”
She goes off, her back bowing, crying out as her body ripples beneath me. It’s enough to drive me over the edge and I come hard and fast, filling the condom. I grit my teeth and grunt, cursing as it goes on until my balls are empty.
I can’t fucking breathe. My heart is beating an unsteady rhythm against my ribcage, but I have the foresight not to drop onto her, even though I want to. I can barely keep myself upright. That was so fucking intense.
Pulling back, I check on Meg. Her eyes are closed, her chest rising and falling as hard as mine as she comes down. There is a peaceful, serene look on her face. I kiss her eyelids and then her nose and cheeks.
Her mouth parts for me when I reach her lips and we take our time exploring each other’s mouths, a leisurely roll of our tongues, in direct contrast to how we just fucked and both came.
We can’t stay like this forever. I sit back and take off the condom. Meg’s eyes remain closed, so I go and dispose of it in the trash can by the window. When I turn around, she is watching me. Her eyes trail my body and I smirk at her.
Then I remember who this is and my concern returns. Not as strong, but I need to make sure she is okay with what we just did. I get on to the bed and lay beside her, one hand behind my head, the other resting on my abs, watching her the whole time. She rolls onto her side so she can see me better.
I touch her cheekbone with my fingertips and brush some hair behind her ear. “Are you okay?”
“Better than okay,” she says. “It was perfect Joey.”
I pull her against my chest so her head is resting beneath my chin. We lay like that for a while, just breathing, letting the moment settle over us.
So much for not knowing what it feels like to be inside of her. Right in time for my abstinence to start.
“What’s wrong?” she lifts her head.
I didn’t realise I’d tensed up at that thought, but it’s not for the reasons she might be thinking. When I tell her, she laughs, stacking her palms on my chest and resting her chin against them.
“When does that start?” she asks.
“Three days,” I say with a groan of annoyance.
“Three days?” she bites her bottom lip and looks towards the window. I kinda like the edge of disappointment in her voice.