Page 64 of Coast to Coast

My thighs began to shake, and I struggled to hold myself upright so I could watch him. His eyes were glazed and hooded, and I was unable to look away. I rocked my hips against his face, and when he slipped two fingers inside me, I cried out, “Tom.”

“Still want it fast up against the wall?” he asked, taking a breather and slowly pumping his fingers in and out, hitting that spot deep inside that made me see stars.

“Don’t you dare stop,” I begged. He chuckled and went back for more. The sensation built deep inside me; he brought me higher whenever I thought I was close to crashing over.My orgasm began deep inside as I began to contract around his finger, building until I sobbed out his name and collapsed back on the counter. He continued to work me through the aftershocks until my clit became too sensitive.

He stood up, his thick cock straining against his grey sweatpants, a small bead of moisture on the fabric where he started to leak. My tongue darted out, licking my lips, eager to taste him and show him what I could do with my mouth.

“Come,” he opened his arms, and I leaned in, our mouths colliding. I tasted myself mixed with him. He lifted me off the counter and walked me down the hall towards his bedroom.

“No toys?” I asked as we passed my door.

“Do we need them?” He asked in confusion.

“No,” and that was a first. I hadn’t had an orgasm without the aid of a toy in a very long time.

Tom pushed through his bedroom door, closing it behind us before plopping me on the middle of his king bed.

I tugged him closer, using the drawstring of his sweatpants. My hands danced over the muscles on his abdomen. “Jesus, what evenisyour body fat percentage?”

And as I slipped his pants down over his hips, his cock popped up, nearly smacking me in the face. “Woah,” I said. “Tom?”

He looked down at me and groaned as I took the base of him in one hand, stacking my second hand on top, “I need like three hands to hold this, babe.”

He hadn’t said anything, just watching me as I held him. His jaw ticked, and I realized that the man was as hard as a rock for me. I spit on my hand, sliding it up and down his shaft. His eyes squeezed shut, and his hips rocked into me. My tongue darted out to lick the bead of moisture on the tip.

“I think we might be in trouble,” I said.

His eyes opened just enough to make eye contact with me, “Hmm?”

“I only have normal-sized condoms.” I had agreed to pick up the condoms and never thought I might need Magnums.

He groaned as if in pain, shoulders slumping, hips still involuntarily moving against the grip of my hands.

“I’m on the pill, though. And I’m clean?”

“Yeah?” He asked. “I’m clean too. Are you sure?”

I nodded. I was sure. I’d never trusted anyone enough to have sex without a condom. And I did. Trust him.

“Fuuuuucck, Callie. Scoot back.”

I let go of him and slid back until my head rested against the pillows. He crawled over me, sucking my bottom lip into his mouth, his thick cock jutting against my stomach as I reached down, rubbing the head of him against my still-sensitive clit before notching him at my entrance.

His blue eyes met mine as he began to press inside, my body stretching, bit by bit, allowing him inside. “Fuck, Tom, you feel so good.”

His forehead rested on mine; his breath ragged. “Urggh,” was all he could say, still not moving.

I shifted my hips, a long hiss ripped out of him. “My God, Callie, please don’t move. I’m not going to last if you do.”

I heard him whispering letters and eventually realized what he was spelling under his breath. His second time through, I realized what he was saying.

“Are you spelling Mississippi?” I asked, trying not to laugh.

“It was either that or reciting the fifty states in alphabetical order.”

I cupped his cheek and leaned up, kissing him again. “Tom, I want you to fuck me, not think about geography. Kay?”

My hips pressed against his; I sighed; the pleasure I felt with him filling me was almost unbearable. And then he began to rockinto me, slow and measured to start, and then faster and more erratic. My hands wandered his body, reveling in the hard planes of his back, the feel of his ass as he pumped into me.

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