Page 32 of Letting Go

His finger is still inside me, but his thumb rests on one lip of my labia. I swear if he touched my clit it would hurt.

"It was awesome to watch you. I just wanted to see you."

I feel something warm touch my thigh and reach down to hold his penis.

It's like a rock, and I'm a little thrown by how large his cock is.

Gently he takes my hand away and rolls on top of me. My groin, so empty a moment ago after its penultimate release, starts to feel full again.

He is not suspended this time though, and his cock presses against my stomach. Slowly, slowly he shifts his weight from his arm to his torso until he's on my pubic bone again. Then he starts rubbing my clit with his dick and already large, fired, raw nerve endings zing.

My pussy wells for a second round.

"I want you inside me now," I say and look up into his face. I put my hands on his massive shoulders. I'm not a little woman, I am not petite like Devin and Claire, and yet my hand against his broad shoulders look small. And there's something about this smallness that turns me on. My hand on his skin.

Then his cock slides down my clit. I gasp hard and there's the crinkle of the foil packet.

"Open your eyes, Chloe. Watch this."

He lifts my head again and adjusts the makeshift shirt-pillow and then grasps a wrist in each hand and with his back curved to my body, begins his descent.

Slowly, slowly, incrementally he opens me up. And I struggle to move, to try and get into a better position, better for him, he keeps a tight hold on each wrist.

"You are gorgeous," he says, "Open your eyes." His cock comes into me, fills me, stretches me to near capacity, my sex flutters inside against this hard piece of him, this piece of him that is making me feel whole.

I'm not trying to shut him out. It’s that the sight of him is such a turn on I'm afraid I'll just start coming again. But at his request, I open my eyes.

His eyes, brown and soft, bore into me, thick, warm, syrupy. So, so gentle. So sweet. He smells of salt and pine and stone and I'm not too sure why. He releases my arms when he's deep inside and I reach up and pull him down. We kiss long and hard, and he moves deep inside me.

"Stay still," he says, beginning to swivel his hips. His ass clenches. Around and around and around.

I'm gasping, floundering in this place of exquisite pleasure. "Oh my God." Oh my God.

I grab the headboard above. A moment later, Bryce tears each hand away, placing them higher up, and shoves us both toward the headboard a little further. My legs encircle his hips. I can feel his ass clenching as he slips and grinds against my sex. I'm giving him all of me, all of me.

It's going to happen again.

Chapter Ten

Bryce

When Chloe began touching me after that kiss on the bed, I thought I was going to explode. I don't know why I planked above her, it seemed the right thing to do: to be close and yet not touch, to let her lead on that. When she asked, "How long can you do this?" and started exploring my body, I fought hard not to lose it and come all over her right there. Having her underneath me, deep in the mattress unable to really move and watching her get so aroused and then turn to me was unbelievable.

The electricity in her touch is surreal. Light touch, dark secrets, a shear scraping here…there. It's almost too much. And then getting to watch her come, feeling her come through the palm of my hand, her shuddering, falling limp, and having it be real, made me harder than I've ever been. I wanted to devour her, all of her.

When she grabs the railing of the headboard, I know she's ready.

Her cries are loud, throaty, her arms are long and she has to hang on and then back goes her head, that mane of hair falls, her throat opens to me and I bury my face in her chest, her hair, her neck.

I am so deep in her I can feel her sex grasping and releasing my cock, waves of internal muscle wrapping around my penis, pulling me deeper into her. I thrust and pull, thrust and pull, over and over until we come, not together but I finish a close second. Chloe let's go of the railing, fingertips white, her arms shaking, I'm shaking. But I stay in her. I stay with her. I don’t ever want to leave. I breathe her in, my head on her bare chest.

"Oh Bryce," she says, rumpling my hair in her hands. Then her arms flop to either side. "What did you do to me?"

"I think you know damn well what I did to you," I say, and she laughs. I slip an arm under her head. "Let's see, where to start…"

"Oh shush, let's not talk about it." She stops my mouth with another wet, warm kiss.

"You don’t like sex-talk?"