Page 44 of Guarding Glenda

His mouth went back to work, and in seconds, my legs clenched around his head, my body shaking.

Loud moans filled the room as my pussy fluttered around his fingers and waves crashed through me.

His fingers and mouth kept going until my legs loosened. I’d had such a tight hold on his hair that my fingers were momentarily stuck like claws.

I was gasping for air as he wiped his face on the comforter, then reached into the nightstand before climbing over me.

I watched as he worked the condom on, then focused on me. “You still need me?”

“Please, yes.”

His head dipped down, and he kissed me softly. His thumb brushed my cheek before he threaded his fingers in my hair. I moved my hips, seeking him out. He moved, so I reached down and guided him inside.

He pulled his head back just barely, his lips brushing over mine as he said, “Needy girl.”

“I am. Please.” I couldn’t remember ever wanting anyone so badly. I was practically begging him.

He pressed himself in slowly, moaning as he did. “Glenda.”

“I love the way you say that,” I told him, my hands moving down his back and over his ass. I pulled him deeper, making us both moan.

“Your little cunt feels so good, Glenda.” He pressed inside, all the way, then stopped. He stared down at me, his finger tracing my eyebrow, then down my cheek, and over my lips. “I’ve wanted to be inside you again so bad. Not just because your pussy was made for me, but because you were. You’re mine now, Glenda. All mine.”

I swallowed hard but that didn’t stop the tears from squeezing from my eyes.

His brow furrowed. “What’s wrong? Am I hurting you? Do I need to stop?” He started to pull away, but I dug my nails into his ass to hold him where he was.

“No, don’t stop. I’m sorry. It’s so stupid. But they’re happy tears, Leigh.”

He wiped them away, then kissed my cheek before lightly kissing my lips. “I’ll do my best to only produce that kind.” His mouth met mine again, then his hips finally moved.

His fingers dug into my hips and as his pace picked up. He kissed me hard and deep as his gentle strokes turned harder and faster.

More pressure built deep inside and our bodies slapped together as we worked to keep pace with each other.

“I feel you, Glenda. Come again for me, baby.”

As if my body was taking instructions, new waves crashed through me and my body tensed around him. This time instead of sweet mewls, I grunted and panted.

“Fuck, Leigh. Oh, God.”

Stars burst behind my eyes and prickling heat raced over every inch of my skin.

“I’m coming, baby.” He grunted. “Goddamn, woman,” he said before he let out a loud roar.

My body collapsed, then he fell on me, only holding his upper body off me by his forearms. He peppered kisses over my neck and shoulder, then worked his way back to my cheek before finding my lips again.

He kissed me deep, his tongue stroking mine slow and steady. After what felt like hours, he finally pulled away, pressing his forehead to mine. “I could kiss you forever.”

Grabbing his face, I kissed him again to hide the new tears. Everything was perfect. He was perfect. It was all overwhelming in a beautiful way. But part of me regretted not having this until now.

Eventually, he slid from inside me and pulled the condom off. “I’ll be right back.”

Wiping my face, I looked over. The clock said four. The light from the bathroom flicked on and water ran. He returned with a washcloth and gently wiped me down. Nobody had ever done that.

“You’re so beautiful, Glenda.”

I chuckled.