Page 75 of Sweet Hate
He reaches out to grip my hair, sounding desperate.
“Fuck, fuck, fucking fuck. Haven, fuck, I can’t, we need to stop. I can't, I'm gonna blow. Don’t wanna stop yet.”
I pull his cock out with a pop as he looks up at me in wide-eyed amazement. “Jesus. You literally made me see honest to god stars. I’m sorry I had to stop, babe. I can’t come yet. I want to wait until I’m inside you.”
Pride swells in me at how happy he looks. That I made him feel that good.
He bites his lip as he leans up on his elbows to look at me. He’s gorgeous, all tanned, long limbs and toned, slim muscles. How am I getting to see him like this right now?
“You ready, Haven?”
Butterflies flutter inside me as I nod and lie back, spreading my legs for him. He looks nervous, a sheen of sweat trapping the white strands on his forehead.
“Fuck. Haven, I…” He stops, looking at me spread naked on his bed. His cheeks are flushed as he holds his cock tight. The butterflies intensify under his gaze.
Will it fit? Is it going to hurt?
I know enough to know that cocks come in all different sizes, but this looks pretty big to me.
“I don’t want to mess this up, Sprinks. I want it to be good for you. I need to make you come. That's all I’ve been thinking about since last week.”
He’s been thinking about it too. That chases away any nerves I have. I know Axel is the right choice for this.
“You won’t mess it up, Axel. I’ve not stopped thinking about last week either.”
Smiling widely, he shuffles between my legs before he suddenly looks up at me, horrified.
“Shit. Haven, I don't have any condoms. I wasn’t expecting any of this.”
Nooooo, we’ve come this far. I don’t want to leave it for another day and have time to overthink it. I’m on the pill for my periods already. That’ll be fine, right?
“It’s OK, Axel. I’m on the pill. We haven’t been with anyone else, so it’ll be OK. Maybe just pull out?”
“Are you sure? I don’t want you to do anything you don’t feel comfortable doing. I can get some, and we do it another day.”
His worried expression is so cute. He really is the bestguy I know. Shaking my head I sit up, never breaking eye contact. I kiss him, slowly stroking his tongue with mine and pull him back down to the bed with me.
He’s naked on top of me.
Oh my God.
His dick settles against my pussy as he rubs the wet head over my slit. We groan together when his fingers move between us to rub my clit.
“Fuck, you’re so wet already. Are you ready for me?”
“Yes but go slow.”
I hold my breath, my pulse hammering at the sensation of him aligning his cock with my slit. He leans down and kisses me, tangling his tongue softly with mine as he grinds his cock into me without pushing all the way.
“I’m not even inside you yet, and this feels incredible. I’m going to start with just the tip. I’ll go real slow. Breathe, Sprinks. If it hurts or you want to stop, just tell me.”
I breathe slowly as I look into his adoring eyes. Nodding once at him, I brace myself, and he gently pushes his cock in, the head stretching me open wider than his fingers did. It feels weird, a little uncomfortable, but it doesn’t feel bad or painful. At least not yet.
He hisses as he pushes the tip inside and holds it there, bracing his body above me. I hear him quietly muttering to himself what I’m pretty sure is ‘don’t come, don’t come.’
I flex my hips, nudging his cock a little deeper. I’m ready for more.
I need him to move.
