Page 198 of Love in the Dark
“Yes, do it!” she urges, adorably impatient.
I bunch the fabric in my hand and tear it off in one swift move. Her underwear follows as she rips the sweatshirt off over her head.
“Fuck,” I growl, voice hoarse. My gaze rakes down her naked body, taking in every bare inch of her that I haven’t laid eyes on in months. “Stunning.”
“We’ll have time for all that later,” she mewls, wrapping a hand around the back of my neck and making me look at her. “Show me how much you missed me.”
I fumble for the zipper of my trousers like an inexperienced teenager, spellbound as I am by her. Her hands come down to help me and when her palm wraps around the thick length of my cock, my head falls back against the headrest and my mouth parts on a long groan.
“Easy now,” I pant, aggressive sounding breaths erupting from my lips.
She strokes up and down my cock, squeezing it tightly in her grip. My eyes roll into the back of my head and I stop her with a hand on hers.
“Now’s not the time to play with me, baby. Put me inside you.”
“Yes, chef,” she says with a sly grin, positioning me at her entrance.
I force a thumb into her mouth. Her lips close around it, sucking the digit greedily.
“I’m fucking your mouth next,” I warn. “Now, do as I– oh, fuck.”
I clasp her waist with both hands as she starts pressing down, welcoming my cock back into her warm pussy. Impatience takes over and I lean forward, wrap an arm around her lower back and hold her against me. I thrust all the way inside in one sharp move.
Nera squeals, her mouth parting in shock. I don’t give her any time to adjust and start pumping into her. At first slow, languorous thrusts that draw out the exquisite sensation of being on the precipice between pleasure and pain, then faster, rougher thrusts until I’m pounding into her.
She bounces on my cock, her tits bobbing appetizingly in front of my face. I can’t resist a taste. I lean forward, sucking a hard nipple into my mouth and raking my teeth over the sensitive bud.
“Oh, yes. Oh god, that feels…yes.Yes,” she moans, over and over, head thrown back in agonizing pleasure.
“Don’t come,” I order through gritted teeth. It’s taking everything in me not to do just that.
“Ahh, why…why not?” She demands, one hand coming to clasp my shoulder for purchase.
“Hold it.”
It’s the opposite of what I wanted earlier. Now I want to draw it out, to stretch the exquisite moment until pain is indistinguishable from pleasure, until she feels like she’s going to lose her sanity if she doesn’t just let go.
I rub circles around the hood of her pussy, avoiding touching her clit. She mewls unhappily and arches her hips, looking for the slightest brush of my fingers against that sensitive nub.
“Answer one question and you can come.”
“Yes,” she breathes, nodding emphatically without even knowing what it is. “Anything.”
My thighs clench and my balls draw up when she inadvertently squeezes her pussy. Her already tight hole strangles my cock almost to the point of milking it of my cum.
I grit my teeth and think of wars and famine to keep myself from coming.
“What’s your boyfriend’s name?”
Her mouth comes down on mine in a possessive kiss. When she pulls back, her eyes shine almost dangerously on me.
“Tristan. My boyfriend’s name is Tristan.”
I thrust once more and pinch her clit. My core tightens and I roar my release, spurt after spurt of my cum pulsing inside her and coating her walls.
Her muscles lock, her walls clench.
She comes with my name on her lips and my absolution in her hands before slumping on my shoulder, spent.