Page 47 of After Our Kiss

Slowly, I edged his underwear out of the way. Flexing in the air, his shaft bobbed heavily. My mouth watered at the sight of his naked cock. I ran a fingertip over his full length—he hissed.

“Lick me,” he said, his hand settling on my head.

Conway thrust himself closer. The tip of his cock-head was beaded with pre-come. Wildfire curled up inside of me. His scent, his color, the tremble in his voice as he commanded me... I couldn't have resisted if I'd wanted to. And I didn't fucking want to.

Wetting my lips, I circled him tenderly. “Fuck!” he crowed, fingertips working in my thick hair. His patience stunned me—he clearly wanted to ram himself down my throat. His whole body was shaking with his arousal.

Cupping his balls, I shivered at how they flexed. His grip tightened. My pussy clenched in response. When I rocked on my heels, I felt the sticky juice coating the inside of my thighs. My labia were swelling. I was a being of desperate lust.

Pulling off of him, I gasped for air. Tears leaked from my eyes; drool fell from my lips. Conway studied me, his eyes burning bright. “You actually wondered if I thought you were beautiful?” he asked.

He lifted me up and kissed me one, quick—teasing. It was his turn to crouch, his face level with my sensitive clit. His tongue flattened, circling me, eager to taste me. His fingers crossed like he was making a promise; they slid inside and massaged my walls.

Conway shifted his finger-pads until they pushed relentlessly against the roof of my pussy. He explored until he found the sponge-texture of my G-spot. He wrote words inside of me letter by letter. This man brought me to the cusp of orgasm the way poetry could make you break open and cry before you were prepared.

I came hard, choking his fingers, listening to him eat me out with glee. His face was shiny when he stood again. Kissing me, I tasted myself, and it made my insides tighten with new pressure.

He slid a condom from his fallen jeans. The sight of it pulled me from my pink bubble—it reminded me of logic, and logic would say that fucking this man was idiotic. He caught my stare, peeling the rubber circle free. “No accidents,” he said, and that word made my heart shrink.

His eyes reminded me of charcoal engulfed in flames. I could taste the smoke. “Georgia, we can't pretend for a second that getting you pregnant would be—”

“I know.” But the pain had calcified inside of my blood. It would always be there.

He was hesitating, so I took his hand, rolling the latex down his shaft with him. The action was erotic, it brought us back to the moment we wanted to be lost in. “Face the wall,” he said, fisting himself a few times.

I spun, bracing my palms on the tile. His hand settled over one of mine, his other running the tip of his cock up and down my slit from behind. I thrummed each time he rubbed my swollen clit. “Fuck me,” I begged. “Please, I'm tired of waiting for this. I can't... I don't want to wait. Not anymore.”

I'd waited so many years for Conway.

And he was finally here.

His cheek scraped over mine; he nipped my ear then kissed me with breathless abandon. The head of his dick spread me an inch, then he withdrew, my muscles begging to squeeze, to keep him inside.

He did it again, teasing me every time.

I was blind with desire.

“What do you want?” he demanded.

He'd expected something filthy to spout from my lips. I had, too. We got something else entirely. “I want to be yours,” I said. “I never wanted anything so much.”

Crushing my hand in his, Conway panted like an animal. His cock stretched me open in one great thrust. He was done playing—had my response been the one he'd actually been seeking?

He swelled inside of me. That sensation, nearly breaking, barely able to fit him, sent me coming again. The latex didn't keep me from feeling the heat of his come. It reverberated through me, pulse after pulse. Overwhelmed, I thought I heard him cry out my name. I couldn't be positive... and when I tuned in, it was only his breathing that echoed on the tiles.

Conway embraced me in my arms. He played with my tits as he finished, his pulse so frantic I worried he'd pass out. But of course he wouldn't. This man was strong enough to conquer the world.

“That was amazing,” I whispered, relishing our nearness. His chin balanced on my head; he turned me to him, kissing me softly. It was more tender than I believed he was capable of.

There were a great many thoughts rotating through his eyes. He opened his mouth. The words never came, replaced at the last second by new ones. “It's time to go.”

Draping a towel around my body, he started to link his hand with mine. He pulled back, because such a gesture was meant for sweet couples. Not enemies, like he wanted us to be.

We walked back to my little prison together.

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