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I vow to make her sound and look like this every time we’re together. When I look up this time, she’s sliding her hands down my face to my jaw.
“Love you,” she mouths without a sound, and my whole body jerks with want.
I grab the hem of her dress and pull it up all the way. She wiggles out of it, and I drop it to the floor. Her bra is next, the same black and pink lacy pattern, cupping those perfect tits, hiding them from me, so I reach under her to unclasp it.
“Please,” she whispers as I put my hands on either side of her head and lean over her. My ribs are screaming at me, but I’ve got a high pain threshold, and besides, I’m fully distracted.
Fully focused on the idea of burying myself inside her.
“I love you,” she says again, and my body jerks again. Her words are a live wire pressed to my skin.
I wanna love her back. Make love to her like it’s my last night with her. Though it won’t be, I tell myself. Why should it be? The race tomorrow isn’t without danger, and it’s been years since I last raced, but there’s no reason to be scared.
No fear.
Her eyes are wide and dark with arousal and trust. I bend my head, lick and suck on her nipples, then I rock my hips, the length of my cock sliding along her wet pussy, and we both groan. I do it again, just because it feels so fucking good, but then I can’t hold back any longer.
I reach down with one hand, grab my dick and guide it into her. She tightens, then relaxes, and I’m pushing into her, sliding home.
Fuck, fuck, fuck. It’s so good. Too good. My teeth grind together while I struggle not to move, not to thrust and thrust until the damn pressure breaks and I spill then and there.
Not helping that she’s rocking up, wrapping her legs around me, and producing those delicious, tiny sounds of need that set me on fire.
Mind control. I’ve got this.
But she writhes, her pussy closing around my hard-on like a fist, and I jerk, unable to stop. I flex my hips, once, twice, and choke on a moan.
Oh fuck, this is off the fucking charts. Once I let go, I don’t think I’ll ever be the same again. I’ll shatter. I’ll come apart.
I pull back a few inches, then push back inside.
Son of a… My God. My sight is going a little hazy at the edges. Tunnel vision, I think, as I thrust faster, harder, pleasure shooting up my spine. Her face is the only thing I see, her mouth open with a soundless moan.
“I’ve got you,” I tell her, my voice lost in the rushing in my ears. “I’ve got you. Let go.”
She grips my shoulders, arching against me, crying out as she comes again—clenching around my junk so hard I lose my last shred of control.
My thrusts lose rhythm. Everything sparkles. My balls pull up. My cock jerks.
And I come. So fucking hard I start to shake, moaning her name, then swearing as I empty myself inside her, pulse after mind-blowing pulse.
The fire shoots down my spine all the way to my toes, and then back up to my head, until every wrenching ripple of pleasure has me convulsing, my head hanging forward, my breathing ragged.
Holy fuck.
A moan escapes me when I attempt to unglue myself from her, my cock still hard, still deep inside her, and her pussy sucks it in, her inner walls massaging it.
Another wave of pleasure rocks me, and I make a strangled noise in the back of my neck. I’m shaking so hard my ribs are killing me. It’s a battle to regain control of my limbs and not fall on top of her.
I gently pull out of her and sit back on my heels.
A move I regret instantly. Ow fuck, my ribs. I wrap an arm around them, gritting my teeth while I slowly straighten my back.
She’s panting, still kinda arched, her upper body still clothed, her nipples hard and her pussy glistening and rosy.
And I’m still hard. For her.
Jesus, this girl. She’s killing me.
