Page 54 of Two’s Better

My dick lurched almost painfully. “Yeah, fuck, come on, come on. Come for me, Fure.”

She cried out and I groaned as she came, gushing hot and wet onto my hand. I remembered how she liked it last time, so I didn’t stop even as her hips bucked, and she made a high-pitched whimpering noise. I kept going, circling firmly, over and over until she was curling in on herself, shifting her thighs like she didn’t know if she wanted to close them or open them wider. Her nails dug harshly into my scalp, her mouth pressed open and wet into my neck as she came again, silent and hard, her body vibrating.

She grabbed my wrist to stop my movements, whimpering, trembling. “Oh my God. Oh my God.”

My briefs felt practically soaked with pre-come, each desperate, jerky movement of my hips making the material shift, dragging slick and sinful against the sensitive swollen head of my dick until I felt like I’d lose my mind if I didn’t get a hand on myself, right fucking now.

I frantically ignored my need, waiting until she’d stopped trembling before I pulled my hand out of her jeans. I immediately lifted it to my mouth, sucking her taste off my fingers. She stared, wide-eyed and hungry, barely letting me pull my fingers out from between my lips before she was kissing me, her tongue sliding down my throat like she was dying to see how she tasted on me.

When we pulled apart to breathe, I impulsively blurted, “I want you to sit on my face.”

“F-Fuck. Uzi.” She moaned, sounding scandalised and turned on in equal measure.

“Too much?” I asked with a teasing smirk, cupping her hips and stroking my thumbs gently against her skin. “We can stop if you want.”

“No,” she said, but she sounded annoyed about it. “You know I don’t want to fucking stop.”

I laughed. She squealed when I grabbed her ass in my palms, then lifted, her arms and legs quickly wrapping around me as I proceeded to carry her out of the bed.

When we were standing face-to-face, refusing to feel self-conscious, I took my shirt off, then reached for my belt.

“Oh.” Her eyes were wide. Greedy.

It made it easy to unbuckle, unbutton, and unzip my jeans, shoving them along with my briefs down my thighs. I kicked them off my feet, then I was bare, exposed to her gaze.

“Fucking hell, Uzi,” she said, her eyes darting all over my form, lingering on my dick.

I couldn’t help my slight laugh when she didn’t take her eyes off me as she began pushing down her own jeans and underwear, nearly tripping in her haste as she stepped out of them and toed off her socks until she was standing in front of me, just as bare, just as vulnerable.

She took her time to drink in my naked body, and I did the same to her. Unlike Ofure, I’d always been fat, while she’d only thickened wonderfully after we’d entered uni. Her breasts hung low, resting on top of her soft belly. Stretch marks decorated underneath the soft curve of her stomach, along her hips and the tops of her dimpled thighs. She was so gorgeous it was astonishing—and I’d never used that word in my life.

“There need to be sculptures made of you.”

“Oh my God.” She blushed. “I mean ... look who’s talking.”

“Is that right?” I smirked.

“Ugh. Stop fishing.”

I laughed, stepping up to her, both of us shivering helplessly as our naked bodies came in shocking contact for the first time. My arms automatically went around her at the same time as hers went around me. For a moment, we just held each other. She was so warm. So soft, everywhere. Just this lingering embrace threatened to completely ruin me.

I bent my knees so I could grab her ass and lift her off her feet once more. She clung to me, laughing, as I carried her back to the bed until I was kneeling on top of it with her still in my arms. Despite her amusement, her gaze was filled with heat, her chest heaving slightly.

“I like how you—” She stopped, obviously shy.

I smiled encouragingly, maybe a little cockily. “Go on.”

She rolled her eyes, but when she met my gaze again, hers was blazing. “You make it look so easy. How you—how you—”

“Manhandle you?” I said, voice low.

“Yeah,” she admitted breathily.

“And you like that,” I murmured.

“Yes,” she said, almost a moan.

“I’ll keep that in mind.” I sent a silent thank you to Prince for being a dedicated gym nut and dragging my ass right along with him.