Page 58 of Two’s Better

“Yeah.” His expression turned just as raw. “Anything you want, Fure, baby.”

I didn’t take my eyes off hers, holding my dick tight as I angled it, stroking searchingly over her pussy until I was notched at her opening.

We both exhaled shuddering breaths. Something had shifted irrevocably between us tonight. Something had been shifting since the moment we’d first kissed, and tonight, that shift had been permanently cemented. I knew it, and I could tell from her shiny eyes that she knew it, too; there was no going back from here.

I began to press in, both of us still staring into each other’s eyes. I swore I could feel her heart thudding through the softness of her breasts pressed against my chest, the rhythm in perfect sync with mine. I took it excruciatingly slow. She was dripping wet, but so fucking tight, goddamn. I literally stopped breathing when my dick finally popped past the ridiculously tight opening of her cunt.

Then, I wasn’t sure what happened, but her inner walls were suddenly loosening, softening—and I was sliding in to the hilt without my control. A strangled grunt sounded in my throat. I clenched my thighs frantically, instinctively, trying to keep myself from immediately ramming her into the mattress.

“Jesus. Fuck. A-All right?” I rasped when my voice box started working again.

“Uh huh.” Her voice was just as thick, her eyes still glistening, eyelashes low and fluttering. “Fuck, Uzi. You feel so—you’re so ... big.” Her pussy clenched around me, like she wanted to really feel it.

My head dropped onto her shoulder, my mouth slack. Oh God. Oh God. Oh God. She felt so good, even with the condom. Too good. I was going to come.

I groaned, jaw clenched with desperation. She was making equally heated noises into my neck, her nails digging into my back. Neither of us moved, both trying to extend the feeling of me being inside her for the first time. When her nails pressed deeper into my back, I took that as my cue.

If I’d thought that brief moment of us catching our breaths would be enough to pull me back from the edge, I was wrong.

I pulled out, gasping silently as she clenched hot and tight around me, then pumped back in, shuddering when she happily welcomed me back inside, opening up for the thickness of my dick, her pussy startlingly warm and slick and gripping.

“Jesus.” I had to stop moving again. “Goddamn.”

“Uzi,” she said, her voice a low, breathy moan. “Fuck. You feel so good.”

My lower belly tightened. “Yeah?”

Her hands slid down my back until she was cupping the firm globes of my ass in her palms. She squeezed, lifting her hips, notching my prick impossibly deeper.

I shuddered, dick pounding. “God. Shit. Fuck. Ofure, I’m—I’m afraid I’m about to embarrass myself again.” My voice was too strained to sound teasing.

Ofure lifted her left thigh, hooking it around my hip, her heel digging into my ass cheek. Her hands moved up from my ass to wrap tightly around my shoulders, her right hand going into my hair, shoving my head down till my face was buried in her throat, and she could press her lips to my ear.

“Fuck me, Uzezi,” she whispered.

Jesus. I shuddered again. “Ofure—”

“Come on.” She licked my earlobe—tugged at it gently with her teeth. I shuddered yet again, clinging onto control by a thread. “I want it. I want to feel it. I want to feel you come, all the way inside me.”

“Sh-Shit.” My hips jolted forward. Once I started moving, I couldn’t stop. I pumped into her without rhythm, moaning raspily into her neck. “Fuck, shit, goddamn, fuck—”

“Yes,” she whined. “I want it. I want it, Uzi. Oh please, please—”

I made a low, frantic noise, grabbed her hips in my hands, and proceeded to pound her into the mattress the way I’d been dying to since I’d first slipped inside her. Her hips flew off the bed, her second thigh lifting to join the first, wrapping around my waist. Her nails dug into my back, her head tilting back into the pillows.

“Yes, fuck, come inside me. Fill me up. Fill me up—”

And I was coming with a shout, slapping into her sodden cunt hard. To my surprise, she stiffened up, her walls clamping down so fucking tightly around my dick it had me hissing through my teeth and seeing actual stars. Her inner muscles pulsed around my throbbing length as she came right on the heels of my orgasm, her eyes rolling back into her skull. The fact that making me come had made her come was the hottest fucking thing ever, holy shit.

I didn’t give her time to relax, remembering at the last moment to grab the base of the condom before I slipped out of her. She made a low, disapproving noise. I yanked the condom off and dropped it carelessly on the floor, then slid down the bed until I was between her thighs.

She grabbed my hair, almost screaming my name as my mouth landed on her clit, and I slid two fingers inside her. I pumped the digits easily through all that juicy wetness, sucking hard and fast until she came again, her thighs vibrating around my head, her grip on my hair painfully tight.

Jesus. I didn’t know what it was—the adrenaline rush or a mix of arousal and endorphins from the intense orgasm still pumping through my veins, but I was still hard.

I leaned up, and she dragged me into a dirty, open-mouthed kiss, even though she was still trembling with aftershocks.

“Do you want to keep going?” I murmured into her mouth, trying—and probably failing—to mask my need. She pulled back, her eyes widening slightly. “It’s okay if you’re tired.”