Page 112 of The Heart We Guard
Her hands explore my shoulders, sliding over my skin, kneading in places, digging in when sensations get to be too much. There’s something utterly genuine about the way we come together without pretense.
Compared to the sex I have had the past few years, much of which has felt a little performative, to genuinely feel this connected to the woman I’m with is a rare beauty.
I’m getting to know my woman. She lets me lead, do whatever I want, until she gets close. Then, she gets hungry for what she needs. She takes control of the pace and speed. And I feel the shift, now, as she rubs against me. One of the club girlsonce told me that women often masturbate against something when they’re solo, to get the friction they need.
Fucking love that she treats me like her sex toy.
But just as I feel her getting frantic, I lift my body weight off her.
“Nolan!” This time, she grips my wrists and tries to pull me back down to her, and it’s all I can do not to laugh. She looks like some fiery little sprite, with her long white hair over my black pillow and little flowers over the practically see-through bra she’s wearing.
“Yeah, babe?” I ask nonchalantly.
She reaches over her head and grabs the pillow on the opposite side of the bed, before launching it at me.
I catch it and hug it, for a moment. Then, I get an idea. “Lift your hips,” I tell her.
And despite eyes that are narrowed at me, she does as I say.
Her pussy is soaked. So’s my cock. A mix of her lubrication and my pre-cum. She’s so ready for me, it’s hard not to just jerk one out over her, so I can watch my cum run over her belly and cunt.
The pillow positions her at the perfect angle, and I reach for my cock. In the daylight, I can see how red and aching it is. I pull back on it a little, so the head is totally unencumbered, and run it through her wetness.
Greer’s back arches off the bed, and I put my hand on the flat of her stomach to keep her in place.
“Feel good?” I ask.
“If I say yes, will you stop?” Her smile says the sun rises and falls with me.
“Not this time, I promise.”
“Do you think you could…? Never mind.” She raises her arm over her eyes and clamps her lips between her teeth.
As I reach over her and move the arm, I slip deeper inside her. “You want something from me, all you got to do is ask.”
She looks up at me like I’m the answer to a question she’s too scared to ask out loud. “It’s just…I feel like I want something harder, maybe?”
I swear to God, my words fail. “Harder?” I cough like I’ve never heard the word before.
She nods. “Rougher, maybe? I want you to take me like you own me.”
My pulse kicks hard in my chest. It’s not just the words. It’s what they mean. It’s trust, and need, and a surrender I don’t take lightly.
“Jesus, Greer. Whatever you need.” I dig my elbows into the bed, brushing her hair back slowly, and begin to move inside her.
“I trust you,” she says.
Those three words blow my fucking chest wide open in a way I don’t think even she and her talented hands could put back together. The fact she feels safe enough with me to ask fills me with something akin to pride.
Jesus. She could have shot me again, and it would have overwhelmed me less.
Our lips collide, and I feel the breath she’s been holding escape. I’ll talk to her later about her request, about the rougher handling.
But there’s only one thing that could stop me now, and it’s any variant of no that might slip through Greer’s lips. I close my eyes and lean into what she asked.
I’ve been treading on eggshells. But I sure as fuck don’t want to any longer.
“I’m gonna trust you know what you need, that you know what’s best for you and our baby, love.”
