Page 62 of Pining for Pierce

I tease my cock against her entrance, until she’s panting hard, beside herself with need, and then I thrust inside her.

“Take me, Pierce. I need you.”

“You’ve got me.”

I hold her hips, flexing mine into her, loving how she rocks back and forth, making a perfect rhythm with me. It’s like we’remeant to be, and as much as I’d love to keep going for longer, I feel a familiar tingling at the base of my spine.

“I’m close, babe… real close.” She nods her head, like she’s waiting for me to come… like she doesn’t realize, and I hold still inside her. “I need you to come again first,” I whisper, just about in control of my voice.

“I can’t,” she says.

“Yes, you can.”

I reach around with my right hand, finding her hardened clit, and as I start to move again, I rub it in soft circular motions. She gasps, parting her legs a little wider, and I stroke her just a little harder… just a little faster.

“Oh… Pierce,” she says, her voice cracking slightly.

She takes another couple of seconds before she tips over the edge, her tight walls clamping around me, as she screams my name, even louder than before. That’s all too much for me, and I slam hard into her one more time, losing my mind as I fill her, my body pulsing through the most explosive orgasm of my life.

I fall forward onto her, my front to her back, and pull her over, so we’re on our sides, still joined… at least for the time being.

“Thank you,” I whisper, and she turns, looking up at me.

“Why are you thanking me?”

“Because you made that so damn special.”

“I think that was mostly you,” she says, smiling up at me, and I dip my head, kissing her. She kisses me back, our tongues flickering, my arms tight around her, and I feel my bone-hard cock twitch inside her. “What did your cock get excited about that time?” she asks, pulling back as it happens again, and she gasps, then smiles up at me, raising her eyebrows.

“The first time was just the feeling of you in my arms, and the way our tongues touched like they did. That was really sensual.”

“And the second?” she asks.

“That was hearing the word ‘cock’ leave your sexy lips.”

“My lips aren’t sexy,” she says.

“They are to my cock.”

She giggles and I pull out of her, making her pout. “Where are you going?” she asks.

“One of the many downsides to using condoms is that I can’t stay inside you for too long after we’ve finished. I have to go to the bathroom.”

“Oh,” she says. “Will you be long?”

“No. I’ll be back before you know it.”

I kiss her on the tip of her nose, and then on her lips before I slide my arm out from under her, and get off of the bed. She turns over on her back, a smile forming on her lips as she bites on the bottom one, and before I’m tempted to do anything about that, I dash from the room.

It only takes me a few minutes to dispose of the condom and wash up, and I return to find she’s thrown back the covers, although I’m pleased to say she hasn’t pulled them up over her and is lying, gloriously naked, with her head on the pillows, still smiling, just like she was a moment ago.

“Are you okay?” I ask, standing beside the bed.

She nods her head, then raises herself onto her elbows, her eyes drifting over my chest, then roaming lower, widening as they go.

“You can’t be serious,” she whispers.

I climb onto the bed beside her, shaking my head. “Just because I’m still hard doesn’t mean we have to do anything about it. If you’re sore…” I let my voice fade as she nods again.

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