Page 7 of Little Fury

I tilt my face to him and raise my hand to cup his cheek. I brush my lips softly over his. He rubs his nose along mine, and then he kisses me. It's soft. Barely anything more than a ghost of a touch. His arms tighten around me, pulling me impossibly close. His hand finds my ass squeezing it slightly when he pulls my hips to rub my pussy along his thigh.

I sigh against his mouth, getting lost in the kiss. The sweep of his tongue over my top lip, coaxes my lips to part for him. The strokes of his tongue against mine are soft, but as my tongue meets his, our kiss deepens, my hand slides up over his shoulder to his neck. I lace my fingers into his hair, gripping it tight. He growls in response to the sting and with it any calm or gentleness slips away.

Jake’s mouth unbidden like this against mine makes me grip his hair tighter and grind myself against his thigh, needing to feel every inch of his skin against mine. I move to remove my t-shirt, but he isn’t done with my mouth yet. He grabs my ass harder, grinding my already-drenched pussy against his thigh. This is his kiss, and he will have it as he wants. He bites my bottom lip, sucking on it to soothe the sting, and I whimper. His hands are working their way under my shirt. Smoothing over my skin, grasping and kneading.

I break the kiss to remove my shirt, he raises himself up to follow my body like it's tethered to his own. He sucks one of my nipples into his mouth and squeezes the other one between his fingers. I move onto my knees, guiding his mouth back to mine with my hand in his hair. He pushes us both so I’m straddling his hips as he leans back against the headboard without breaking the kiss.

Our kisses are slow, each one lingers on my mouth, melting into the next. I can feel how hard he is as he rubsagainst my ass with every roll of my hips. I reach behind me and fist him, squeezing him, feeling that first drop of precum on his tip. I smear it with my thumb and rub it back over him. He groans against my mouth, his hips buck under me and I grind against him, looking for the friction I need. Needing to feel more, I reposition myself so I am facing him and bring the head of his cock to my dripping entrance, but he stops me.

I make a noise in protest of his denial of me.“Patience, Ava. I promise your needy pussy will have my cock in it soon enough.”His words go straight to my core, my clit throbbing.

Sliding his finger through my folds, my slick coating his fingers as he moves over it. I pant as he strokes me slowly, his rhythm steady as his kiss steals my breath. I gasp into his mouth when he pinches my clit. I tilt my head back, breathing in a lungful of needed air just as he slips a finger inside me, and I fucking explode. I ride his hand through my orgasm as he strokes my clit till my pussy stops clenching around his fingers.

Jake gives me no time to recover before he grabs my hips and flips us in one swift movement. He hooks one of my legs over his arm and enters me punishingly hard and fast. Driving into me over and over again. And it feels like absolute heaven.

He’s large and thick, and I always feel a stretch, no matter how ready he has me. I love that stretch. I love feeling him fill me so completely.

I try to meet him stroke for stroke, but I can’t. I reach my hand back and press against the headboard holding myself still so he can fuck me, burying himself deep.

“Pillow,”he growls at me.

It takes me a moment for his words to penetrate my brain. I reach beside my head and grab a pillow, handing it to him. He pulls out of me, taking the pillow and placing it under my hips. My hips higher, staying on his knees he grabs mythighs, pushing my legs wide.“So, fucking beautiful, this glistening swollen cunt open for me, waiting for my cock to be buried in it again.”

“Jake, please.”one of his hands leaves my thigh.

“Please, what, Ava? Please finger you?”he punctuates his question pumping two fingers into me twice, collecting my slick and dragging it along me and over my clit.

“Please,” I whisper.

“Please, what, Ava? Please fuck this tight little ass?”Again, he dips two fingers into my pussy, collecting more of my wetness, dragging a path of it along me until he reaches my tight hole, rubbing my wetness around the entrance and slipping a finger in just past the tight ring. Pulling it back and doing it repeatedly, sinking in a little deeper each time.

“Fucking hell,”I ground out.

“Hold your thighs for me,”he commands, and I obey. He sinks two new fingers into my pussy, rubbing the spot on my inner wall, instantly creating that to-die-for pressure. I feel more of my wetness slide from me as he works my pussy and ass. I know I’m making noise, crying, moaning, whimpering, grunting, groaning.“Please,”I mumble when his thumb finds my clit.

He stops everything.

“Please, what, Ava?”

“Jake, I don't care, do all of it, fuck me with your hands, your cock, a fucking dildo. Fuck my pussy or my ass; I don’t care. Just make me scream your name.” I sob out to him. My body at a point of utter submission and need.

His teetering control snaps at my words, and his hands are back on my thighs, pressing my legs wide and back, and when he drives into me, he bottoms out. His balls hit against my ass; the noise of our skin slapping fills the room. He drags out against my inner walls, driving back into me, hitting thatspot over and over again. The pressure builds and builds until the orgasm rips through me, and I scream his name as I cum. I feel his hips stutter then he is following me over that edge.

He collapses on me, burying his head in my neck, panting. He rolls off me, and I instantly miss his weight on me and the feel of him inside me. He goes into the bathroom, returns with a warm cloth and cleans me up gently.“Ava, sit up for a second. I need to check your shoulder.”

“Mm-mm,”I mumble and shake my head.

“Ava,” He says sternly.

“Ugh, dude, stop being so bossy.” I mumble grumpily at him.

I hear him chuckle, but I sit up and let him look. He says nothing, so I assume all is well. I flop back down with an overly dramatic huff. I feel him a moment later as he climbs back into bed behind me. He turns off the lamp and pulls me into him, burrowing into the back of my neck and sighing. I know I need move, but my body is exhausted, my brain can't hold a thought, and he is so warm and holding me so tight that I drift off before I can even think of getting up.

Iwake to the feel of Jake kissing my neck as he moves my leg on top of his and slides into me.“Oh god,”I gasp as he fills me with one deep thrust. He grips my thigh tight and groans into the back of my neck, sending shivers over my skin. His movements are slow and languid. The feel of him as he slides in and out of me has me moaning his name in response. His hand slides over my hip, towards my pussy, his fingers sliding into my folds. He glides them over my clit, rubbing it slowly and methodically as he fucks me from behind.

“Jake, baby, please,”He pulls out of me, and I roll onto my back. Spreading my legs for him, and he settles in between them. He kisses me gently as he pushes back into me. We both let out a shallow breath as he fills me again. I reach up and touch his cheek. Running my thumb over his bottom lip. Jake takes my thumb into his mouth, biting it gently. I lift to him, my mouth seeking his. This kiss so fullof words left unsaid between us that a sadness sets in and I can't stop the tears from falling.

He doesn't say anything; he simply kisses my tears away. Kisses my neck. I realize this is what it means to make love to someone, and it just makes me need him more.“Jake,”I'm not sure what I'm asking for. His pace is steady. He thrusts into me as I rock back onto him. My orgasm builds slowly with each swipe of his tongue in my mouth and thrust of his hips—the thrum of it sitting low in my belly. My breathing increases, and he knows I’m close.

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