Page 51 of Fighting for You
I hum in question, lost to the sight of his torturous progress up my body. His hands follow his lips, his nails scraping. The mix of sensations has all of my nerves firing. I know I must be dripping onto his covers by this point.
“I test regularly. I’m clean,” he repeats, still inching up, at my knee now.
“Oh, yes. Me too,” I gasp out as he reaches a particularly sensitive spot on the inside of my thigh. “I-I have an IUD.” Somewhere in the back of my mind I know what this conversation means, and a quick self check-in confirms I want this. I want it all with him.
He finally reaches the apex of my thighs and settles his broad shoulders between them.
“Your pussy is so fucking wet for me. Have you been like this all night?” he asks as he gazes upon it reverently. Without warning, he licks straight from my opening to my clit, and the shock of it zings all the way to my toes. “God, you taste so fucking good.”
I’m lost to the sensation of his tongue and lips kissing, sucking, and flicking at my clit. It takes no time at all for my orgasm to surge up, and I’m so close to the cusp, I close my eyes in anticipation.
Then everything stops, and I cry out as I look down to see what happened.
“Look at me, Freckles.” I shudder at the command, the ache in my lower belly almost unbearable. The intense eye contact unsettles me but is somehow still a huge turn on. I guess I really do like being watched.
He goes back to giving my pussy the attention it needs, and in no time, I’m again ready to come, right there on the edge. My eyes slip shut.
And again, Brooks stops moving. I cry out with the loss and blink back tears of frustration. Looking back down at the infuriating man between my legs, I find his devilish smirk in place.
“Ugh, okay. I’m looking at you. Please.Pleaselet me come,” I beg, one hand trying to find purchase in his short—almost nonexistent—hair to bring him back to where I need him most.
“You never have to beg with me, baby. Just keep your eyes on me.” He takes pity on me and licks at me with the flat of his tongue, eyes still boring into mine. He increases the pressure as my muscles tense and speeds up when my breaths turn into pants.
Finally,finally, I combust. My abs clench, thighs lock around Brooks’ head, and I shudder as wave after wave of my orgasm washes over me. He continues to lap at me, guiding me through the intense pleasure. Somehow our eyes stayed locked throughout, pure lust pouring out of his blue gaze.
With one last kiss to my sensitive clit, he crawls up my body, laving sensitive areas with his tongue on the way. He reachesmy mouth and dives in, letting me taste myself and feel his hard cock on my hip, still clad in his pants.
I reach down and fumble with the belt and zipper before he kicks them off. His heavy cock lands low on my belly, leaking from the tip like it didn’t have a release just an hour ago. Brooks grinds against me and groans.
His eyes, though hard to see in this light, are glassy with need. There’s a question in them, to which I nod my consent.YesandI want thisandplease be gentlefloat through my head, but the words die on my tongue as Brooks notches himself at my entrance and slowly pushes in.
I tense at the invasion, the stretch. He’s huge and probably not the best choice for my first time. The toys I have at home don’t compare to the size of the monster between his legs.
I pull Brooks closer and bury my head into his shoulder so he doesn’t see the tears pricking my eyes. I don’t think he’s even all the way in, but I have to bite my lip to keep a whimper from escaping.
He must sense my discomfort because he pushes back to look at me and pulls out slightly. I wrap my legs around him to keep him from going too far.
“Keep going, please,” I whisper.Can he tell I’m a virgin?
“Hey, hey, what’s going on?” His brow is furrowed in concern, eyes soft and searching. Brooks nudges my face up to him with his large palm. “Are you okay?”
“It’s ju—it’s just a lot.” His concern morphs into understanding, and he kisses me softly, shifting slightly until I feel his hand at my clit. With slow, even circles with the pad of his thumb, my body relaxes, sparks of pleasure rippling from the point of contact.
Brooks thrusts in again, still going slowly, and my body accepts him. The stretch is still there, but it’s more a foreign sensation than pain now. He adds more pressure with hisfingers, and I can’t help the moan slipping out of me. A few more small thrusts, and Brooks is fully seated inside me.
“Fuck,” he mutters as he drops his forehead to my shoulder. I feel him trembling—he’s holding back. “You’re fucking perfect.”
I start to squirm, the feeling of fullness creating a need for friction, for action, for anything. “Move. Please move.”
As though waiting for my go-ahead, Brooks starts to plunge in and out of me. At first he’s unhurried with his movements, but his pace steadily picks up until I’m panting against his mouth, my nails digging into his sweaty back, just holding on. The sounds of our bodies moving together and my filthy moans echo around the room. “Oh, oh my God.”
“You’re making me feel amazing, baby,” he says. “Hold on.” That’s all the warning I get before he rolls us so I’m now straddling him, his cock still inside me. Just like earlier tonight, I’m caught off guard.
A sliver of panic rises up inside me, as I realize just how inexperienced I am with this. I have a general idea of what to do, but what are the best practices? Should I try to bounce? How exactly does one roll their hips when they’re being impaled by an anaconda?
Thankfully, I’m pulled out of my short internal spiral by Brooks’ large hands landing on my hips and guiding me through a grinding motion. His hold is firm, but gentle, and a little voice in my head wishes he’d grip tighter, leave bruises for me to find tomorrow.
“Yeah, make yourself feel good. Ride me,” he grunts. With his encouragement, I find a rhythm, and soon pleasure unfurls low in my belly. I feel like I’m holding on for dear life, like I might float away if I let go. His hands on me the only thing still keeping me grounded.
