Page 64 of Just Like You
He rummaged in his little pouch again, getting the lube out. Flicking the lid and smearing it over the palm of his hand.
“Do you want me to lube you up, or…shall Ijust…”
“Get over here,” I demanded, reaching for him.
“No, patience, Ki. Gonna give you a little show.”
“No shit,” I huffed out as he reached behind himself. The palm of his hand smearing lube all over his backside. His fingers moving in small circles against his crack, and I had to grab myself. A few tugs that made me shiver. Him right there, just watching me, made me hit that sweet spot where I knew… Shit. I might actually come before I even got anywhere near him.
“Slow down,” I begged.
And then he stopped.
“I didn’t mean for you to stop,” I whined as he just laughed. Crawled until he was straddling me and bent down and kissed my nose.
“Is this torture? Well, I haven’t even got started.”
“This,” I huffed as he bit down on a nipple. Just softly but still. I arched off the bed, tugging at my cock, as he licked over my sensitive bud. Gasped as he once again gave it a tug with his teeth.
“We’re going to drag this out a bit. Let you suffer a little.”
“I don’t like suffering.”
“I know, but it will all be worth it once you come.”
“Which will be like…in two seconds if you keep doing what you’re doing.”
“You’ve got really sensitive nipples.”
“Yep.” No shit, because now he was actually properly torturing me, and I was squirming, trying to grab hold of his arse, which was slippery with lube.
I didn’t mind because my fingers got straight in there. Jamming a finger right into that hole as he huffed out a littlefuckabove me. I liked it. God. I liked anything we did.
I wanted to just flip him over and fuck him. Get the heat brewing inside of me to boiling point before I lost my mind. But then at the same time?
Him. Right there. My finger being ridden by him, his body moving in small, controlled movements, his hands clawing into my chest, as I hitched him up further so I could get my finger all the way in.
My dick? Ready to explode. His mouth?
“Fucking get it in there. I don’t care if you come before me; I just need you inside me. Do it.”
“You ready?” I croaked out. What was he doing to me? We weren’t even… Shit.
“Get in,” he demanded, grabbing my arm and making my finger slide out of him as he seated himself on me. Cock against his opening. His hand guiding me. His eyes on mine as he slowly sank down.
I wasn’t even embarrassed about the loud moan coming out of my mouth. The way I was clawing at his skin, trying to get him closer. His arms and his hips as he slowly mounted me.
Torture wasn’t even half of it. I felt out of control. Dizzy with desire. Wanting this to last when I knew full well I wouldn’t. Never had.
Just him, and me as I bottomed out inside of him. His mouth suddenly on mine as I held on like I was drowning. My arms around his back as he kissed me. My legs moving so I could thrust into him from this angle, just small pathetic attempts at friction, when I simply couldn’t move at all.
It was ridiculous, but this? This here? It was big. Huge. Overwhelming. Because I didn’t think we were fucking. This was nothing like fucking. This was just him and me. Our bodies fused in some kind of ridiculous dance where he was just rocking gently on top as a long, drawn-out whine came from my mouth.
My arousal seemed to build forever, with every thrust from above, I fell even deeper. The pleasure mixing with some kind of pain. His lips on mine. My breath going right back into his.
I thought, right there, how incredibly special this was. How I’d fallen, and fallen fast. How life could change, one small miraculous action at a time.
How he was tugging at his dick, somewhere between us, as I was kissing him like I was chasing my last breath. Desperately and messily with my hands now around his face.
