There was a time when I might have said no.
She crawled into my bed long after I thought she had left, and I pulled my hand off my cock and stopped thinking about her lips around me. She draped her body over me; her knee rested against my erection as she kissed me on the cheek.
“You came back,” was all I could say.
“He wasn’t there. He didn’t answer his phone and he hasn’t been home. I just…”
I brushed her hair with my fingers and tried to move into helpful and supportive rather than tired and horny. Her breath was warm on my neck and whenever her knee moved I was pulled back into my dream.
She startled me when she sat up. She looked down at me in the darkness and there was a long pause filled with everything we didn’t say. Without a word she slowly pulled her shirt off over her head and dropped it to the floor. She unhooked her bra and slipped it off her shoulders as her chin dropped and her eyes closed. When she pulled the blanket off my naked body we couldn’t pretend anymore.
“What were you thinking about?” she asked, looking down at me.
“You.”
“What about me, silly boy?”
“I was… I was thinking about your lips and your hands and…”
She leaned down and kissed me before I could finish and I almost managed to say no. I almost managed to form a moral argument and I almost managed to voice it. When she bit me I stopped trying.
I pulled her to me and rolled her onto her back. I moved my lips down her chin and neck until I found the space between her breasts that had distracted me all evening. My hands slid down her body as I kissed her, and when I reached for her jeans I found she had already undone them and was frantically trying to tug them down off of her hips.
“Is this a good…”
She bit me again before I could finish. She pulled on my lip and wrapped her hand around my cock until I whimpered and finally shut up.
When I touched her the world changed. She was warm and soft, and wet and inviting, and I was completely distracted by the texture of her cunt. I looked down at her body lying next to me in total wonder as I pushed two fingers inside her. I tried to wrap my mind around the reality of her in my bed as opposed to the fantasy, and it was impossible. She was a strange being from another world that I couldn’t understand, and her skin and flesh were perfectly new. She was…
“Fuck me,” she growled, interrupting my ridiculous musings.
Her moans didn’t let me think as I slid inside her, and when she squeezed my cock with her tight muscles I almost came right then. I kissed her neck and lips, and I pushed so deeply into her that I thought I might drown. I never wanted to leave, and I never wanted to be anywhere else. I wanted to fuck her forever and kiss her forever, and it wasn’t until she forced me onto my back that I realized it couldn’t last.
She reached one hand between her legs and rubbed her clit as she moved above me and I held onto her thighs, digging my nails into her skin. She closed her eyes, almost as if she was someplace else, and she touched herself exactly the way she needed to in order to come.
I don’t know if I set her off or the other way around, but it was less than five minutes before both of us were making sounds that would embarrass us later. I thrust up into her, and she leaned back sharply as we fucked each other and ourselves. I bit my lip and arched my back while she left marks on my chest that would last for days.
When she finally leaned down and kissed me I tried to speak.
“I think I lo…” I started before she cut me off.
“Don’t be ridiculous,” she said. “Besides, I was never really here.”
-gny
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