Page 6 of Pieces of Us
“Holy fuck, it’s too much!” She tries to wiggle out of my grip, but I follow her pussy across the mattress. I want to wring every drop from her. She finally stops her attempts to escape me as she’s trying to catch her breath, her body writhing on the bed. I come back up on my knees, wiping my chin. The taste of her has me harder than I think I’ve ever been in my life.
“It’s never too much, Melonie.”
I wrap my hands around her hips and gently flip her to her back. I lean down and kiss her, grinding against her thigh. The deep slow movements of her tongue and her hands in my hair calm me, changing the energy between us. She nips my bottom lip as she lowers her head back down to the mattress. I leave the bed to grab the condom from my pocket that G gave me.
“This is coming in handy.”
She gives me a hazy-eyed giggle. “I can’t believe she did that.”
“Not gonna lie. She scares me.”
“She’s just protective. If you get to know her, she’s actually a big softie.”
I think about Marcus. It’s like she’s describing him and not her friend. Maybe I should have introduced the two of them at the bar. I promise myself that next time we hang out, I’m making it happen.
I pause as I realize I just thought of a “next time” with a woman.
I shake it off and return to the bed, throwing the condom on the mattress beside us. I glide my hands up her legs, over her hips, all the way up to her breasts. God, her tits are fucking perfect. As I take one in my hand, I watch as it overflows from my palm. I’m not usually a breast man, but hers could convert me. Her eyes squeeze shut as I take her nipple between my finger and thumb, gently pinching. I take her other nipple in my mouth and her nails start to scrape across my scalp. When I suck harder, she grips my hair and arches her back, pressing the fullness against my face. I love hearing her short breaths, hearing her gasp, and fucking hell, when she moans, I think I might explode.
I give her nipple a last swirl of my tongue, then bring myself up so I can look down at her. Her eyes meet mine as she runs her hands down my chest to take my cock in her hand. I take a sharp breath as she grips me and starts stroking. I place my lips on hers, and she places her other hand behind my neck to draw me closer, intensifying the kiss. The way she kisses me makes me feel like there’s an inferno inside me. She’s not shy, not gentle. My hips rock as I rut into her hand. Shit, I could come just from my mouth on hers and her hand on me.
I pull my hips back and put on the condom. I grab her ankles, bring her feet up into the air, spreading her in front of me. I start running my cock against her pussy, watching it as it glides over the pink, soft skin. It’s a sight that will definitely go in my mental bank for when I get myself off.
She reaches down and presses me into her, and I slide home. “God, you feel perfect,” she says as she swivels her hips.
“It’s like you fit me like a goddamn glove, Melonie.” I’m not a big guy, but I’m thick, and she’s so tight right now that I stop for a moment just to feel her pussy gripping me.
I start moving, holding on to her ankles for dear life. I watch her tits bounce with each thrust. I drive harder, and she brings her hands to her breasts, and the sight of her cupping her tits and pinching her nipples is ungodly.
I feel her legs push against my hands, trying to free herself from my grip. “I need to put my legs down.”
“Roll onto your side, bubbles.”
She lowers her legs and goes to her side. I bend her top leg and straddle the other, slipping back inside her. I feel her tighten around me as I take her breast in my hand.
“Shit, I’ve never been in this position. Feels amazing.”
I feel a bit of pride that I’m bringing her new material. “Looks fucking amazing, too. You look so good taking my cock, Melonie.”
I angle my hips a bit in an attempt to hit her front wall. Her eyes pop open and she gasps. “Oh, shit, Oliver! You’re hitting it. Harder, fuck me harder.”
I grab the thigh of her bent leg and drive into her. She places her hands on the headboard so she can push down on my thrusts, and I don’t know how much longer I have until I come.
“Play with your clit, Melonie. I want to watch you come on my cock.”
She reaches down and her fingers start moving back and forth over her clit, and I feel her tighten around me again. I continue fucking into her, and her moans grow louder. I almost feel bad for her poor neighbors. She says my name, and I feel her pulsing around me. I slam into her a few more times, relishing the tightness just a little longer before I come. It’s like the waves of intensity are never ending as I keep pumping into the condom. Holy ever-loving fuck, what an orgasm.
I start to come back to reality as she runs her hand up and down my arm.
“I wasn’t sure if I would ever stop coming.”
She laughs, her eyes bright and her cheeks flushed. “You did good, pretty boy; you definitely kept your promise.”
I lean down and kiss her as I slide out. We both take a turn in the bathroom, and as I walk back to the bed, I see her curled up under the duvet and just want to hold her. Usually after sex, I’m ready to leave, to go home to my own bed, but I don’t want to leave right now.
I slide under the covers and pull her to me.
“Are you staying?”
