Page 46 of Exes That Puck
We move to the bed, but I take my time with her. “Wanna keep this on?” I ask, tugging at her dress.
She smiles and nods, opening her legs to let my hips rest against her.
I don’t say anything more, just let our bodies do the talking. I press myself against her through our clothes, and her hands are begging to take off my clothes.
She’s desperate, and I’m going to drag this on for as long as I can. I kiss her body and pull off her panties. I rub her clit while kissing her. Then I slide my finger inside of her.
“Stop teasing me,” she moans.
I curl my finger, and her hips are chasing my rhythm.
“Please,” she cries. “I need you right now.”
She takes control, pulling my fingers out. Then she turns around for me. The dress is covering most of her ass, but it’s hot as hell.
“Come here, Z.” She rocks her hips in the air. “I need you.”
I grab the condom from my pocket and rip it open. Then I unzip my pants, not bothering to take them all the way off. I yank down my boxers and roll on the condom, feeling the precum already at my tip.
I slowly press into her, and she’s moaning loudly. Tonight, she’s going to be loud. Inch by inch, I hear her breath stutter, watch her claw at my bed sheets. After everything we’ve been through, the fact that we still make each other feel this way must fucking mean something.
She feels so good that my eyes roll back. She doesn’t wait for me to pick up my pace, instead, she starts bouncing on my dick, asking me if I like what I see.
“I love what I see, Kare,” I groan, unable to hold back anymore.
I grab her hips and start fucking her so good that she grabs the pillow to cry into it.
When she starts to orgasm, I have to remind myself to go slow, to listen, to be what she needs.
She reaches for my hand, squeezing me. I keep pounding into her after her orgasm ends. Now it’s my turn, and she’s still moaning my name.
When I come, she’s moving her hips on my dick. It’s a beautiful sight to have, watching how much she wants me, wants to please me. I explode into the condom, but I don’t want to stop.
It’s her who says, “Didn’t you just come?”
I almost laugh. “Yeah, but…” I rub her ass, not wanting this to end. “You’re so fucking sexy.”
She lays forward, and I immediately feel lost without her wrapped around me.
I pull the condom off and wipe myself with my towel. I grab her and pull her into my chest. She settles her head on my shoulder, both of us breathing hard.
I feel her breath start to change. I look down without moving my head. Shit, is she crying? She wipes at her eyes, and I feel like an asshole.
“I wish you were always like this,” she murmurs into my skin. “This cool, this chill and relaxed. It could work out if you were.”
The words hit wrong. Like she wants some watered-down version of me, not the real thing. Does she realize that I’ve been holding myself back so much and it’s not actually who I am? This is why we weren’t good together. She doesn’t even like who I actually am.
“I can take you home,” I say quietly.
“No.” She sits up, looking at me with wide eyes. “I want to stay. I want to cuddle all night.”
I’m pissed, but I try to hide it. “What about the rules you set?”
“I’m breaking them. I want to stay.”
I want to argue, want to remind her that she was the one who insisted on boundaries, that she’s had some to drink and isn’t thinking clearly. But the way she’s looking at me, soft and vulnerable, tears in her eyes, makes it impossible to say no.
“Okay.”
