Page 115 of Pretender

She does as I ask, and I press on. Bloody hell, she’ll undo me. It takes all my control not to go faster, my cock is fucking aching for movement.

“You okay?”

“Yes, keep going, go harder.”

I shake my head. “Patience.”

She arches off the pillow, clenching me but pushing herself closer and I groan as I move further into her. “Fuck, you’re tight.”

“Is that a good thing?”

“Yes, but I don’t want to hurt you.”

“You don’t have to be careful with me. Fuck me the way I haven’t been fucked before.”

“And how’s that?”

“Properly.” She grins. “I want you to fill me, stretch me. You feel so good inside me.”

I start moving, slowly at first, despite her words. Shit, this is too good. She’s squeezing, clenching, making it hard for me to think past the pleasure. Picking up pace, she moans in that way that drives me wild. I grip her ankle next to my head and drive into her, harder this time and she cries out.

“I’m good, it’s good, keep—keep going,” she pants.

She can take it. I thrust, deeply, pull out almost all the way and slide back in, letting her feel me, seeing when she reacts the most. So she’s never come vaginally, but that doesn’t mean I can’t find out how to make it happen. If not today, one day I will.

I keep it up, changing the tempo—hard, fast, deep, and then slower, finding what works for her. I want to last. To savour this intense pleasure.

Her face from this angle is unbelievable. That slack jaw, her mouth in a constant O, the way her perfect fucking breasts move as I thrust into her.

My heart thuds hard against my ribcage. I’m with Linnea.

I put her leg down, remove the pillow, and lean on my elbows, my face an inch above hers.

“Wanted to be closer,” I whisper, and stretches up to meet my lips. Her tongue finds mine, and I roll my hips, thrusting into her, getting closer as she moans into our kiss. The heat hits my middle, spreading up my cock, and I’m seconds away. I kiss her hard, and the wave radiates down my legs, and up again, that almost vibrating, electric rush I fucking love. I thrust harder and faster, as deep as I can get, losing all control and rhythm as my cock spasms, filling the condom. I vaguely register Linnea’s gasp as I deliver the final thrust, but I’m gone when I come. It’s black, then fireworks. Pure bliss.

For a moment I stay like this, her legs and arms around me. I catch my breath, burying my face in the side of hers. Her hair. Inhaling that delicious scent of hers.

I ease out of her and tie up the condom, leaving it on the corner of the bed before I collapse next to her.

“I’ll throw that out in a sec, sorry, my legs aren’t working yet,” I say, laughing. Linnea curls up against my chest and sighs. I wrap my arm around her.

“Aiden.”

“Yes?”

“I think you could make me come.”

I look at her. Her cheeks are flushed pink.

“Were you close?”

“I’m not sure. I don’t know what it’s like, but it was very, very good.”

“Will you let me try something?”

“Hmm. What?”

“I want to find where it feels good for you.”