Page 65 of Let the Light Shine Through

Fuuck.

“What do you picture?” I ask, reaching around her to grab the lube out of my nightstand.

She watches me drizzle the liquid over her hand and pussy, moaning when it gets between the two, making it easier for her to swirl.

“You,” she breathes, and I pour some in my hand, too, before dropping the bottle off the side of the bed.

My tongue traces my top lip, still tasting her, and I lean back on my dry hand, taking my cock in my other.

“Every night?” I ask, stroking myself using the lube.

She nods once, her mouth falling open on a silent moan as her fingers rub small circles like she’s trying to get out a stain, which is ironic, considering I’ll never be able to get this memory out. Thank fuck.

On a gasp, her eyes slam closed and the bed vibrates with…something. The last shred of my restraint fleeing my body? Gia coming on her own fingers while she calls out for me and only me? Both? I don’t know, or care. I just know I’m ready, too. So. Fucking. Ready.

In the next instant, I rip her hand away, replacing it with my straining cock. Her throbbing walls hug my cock tightly and her eyes fly open with another gasp as I sink further into her. Without letting her recover, I start moving, thrusting into her with long, measured strokes, trying to prolong her aftershocks for as long as possible. I may not know all the different kinds of underwear women have, but I do know their second orgasms are more intense than the original and can go on for longer, too.

When I dip for a kiss, she turns her face into my shoulder, making me pause for just a second, but then she bites the skin into her mouth so hard, my spine stiffens and my cock swells even more, demanding movement.

“Fuck,” I breathe, my arms already growing shaky as I resume my thrusts.

Gia’s nails rake down my back, leaving scratches in their wake, and I hiss through clenched teeth.

Fuck, fuck, fuck.

I’m working double time, trying to hold back my own release, but she’s spinning me into a web of pleasure that’s rapidly draining my strength the more she winds it. Whoever said condoms dull the sensation clearly didn’t have sex with Gia. The girl is fucking everywhere. All around me she scratches, bites, praises. Holy fuck. She acts like my mouth is dirty, but she’s about to make me come just from the whispers falling from hers.

I hike one of her legs over my back, getting a better, deeper angle. One that we both stop momentarily to appreciate. My nails bite into her thigh, holding her in place while I continue to thrust into her center. Her head falls back on a moan, so I sink my teeth into the soft flesh at her exposed throat, groaning from all the sensations.

There’s a fucking flood, and I know this is my chance. I’m not sure why, but I need Gia’s eyes on me. I need her to see what she’s doing to me. What I’m doing to her.

Gently sliding my other hand under her to palm the back of her head, I prop her up, but as soon as our eyes connect, she instantly slams hers shut again.

“Don’t go yet,” I repeat her words back to her, “I need you here still.”

She opens them slowly, hesitantly, staring into mine with such uncertainty, it almost breaks me wide open.

This is why she needs to see. So she can feel me like I feel her.

I keep her eyes and with one more deep thrust, rubbing against her clit with the base of my cock, Gia clenches up her body around mine, screaming out my name louder than the first time. So much louder.

My balls tighten up and all my muscles tense, then I’m fucking exploding, my own orgasm coming so hard, the elbow holding me up almost buckles as I drop my forehead to Gia’s.

Jesus Christ.

Gia never looks away from me even after our breaths start to even out.

“That was—”

“Yeah,” she cuts me off. “I know. Missionary sucks.”

I rear back like I’ve been slapped with a fucking frying pan.

“Bullshit. I already told you I’d know if you were faking, and there was nothing fake about this. My face, my hand, and now my entire fucking lap is soaked. Hell, I’m practically covered in the proof you didn’t fake anything.”

She pushes on my shoulders, not meeting my eyes anymore, and I pull out, quickly taking care of the condom.

Her legs are over the side of the bed as she looks for her clothes, but I wrap an arm around her waist, holding her tightly but gently. “I don’t want you to leave like this. Stay, please.”