Page 151 of The One
I chuckled as I stood from the floor, getting to work on my jeans, letting them fall with my boxer briefs, my dick springing free.
“Mmm. Yes. That’s what I want.” She put her lips over my tip, sucking my crown and pumping all the way to my base.
“Fuck,” I groaned. I stepped out of my shoes, lifting my right foot to take off my sock and then my left foot and finished by tossing my shirt. I held the sides of her face, our eyes locked. “You’d better slow down there. You’re blowing me like you want me to come.”
I let her have a few more bobs before I popped my dick out of her mouth and moved her up the bed until her head was on the pillow. I held the outside of her thighs and positioned her legs around me. Our bodies pressed together, my lips over hers, our eyes focused on one another. The revelation that so much time had passed since we’d been here was evident in our stares.
Within one sweep, I was inside her.
“Lainey … fuck!”
“I know.” She was panting. “Trust me, I know.”
The heat of her was what overcame me at first, completely taking over me. The wetness followed, her pussy hugging me like two arms squeezing my neck. My forehead rested against hers while I stayed there, frozen, her cunt pulsing around me. I felt every clench. Every fucking drip. Every degree of heat.
“You are so tight.”
My teeth ground as I waited.
My body tensed.
I could come right now. That was how amazing she felt.
But I let the seconds pass, for her pussy to remember me, before I reared my hips back and sank in. And once those pumps started, they got deeper. They got harder. Every one of her moans driving me closer to that edge.
“Baby!” She was breathless, her nails in my shoulders, both legs now around me, her feet locked, keeping our bodies in position.
“Fuck yes,” I hissed.
I circled within her, rotating to hit each of her walls, to add pressure to the parts of her that needed attention, leaning up just enough on my knees that I could use my hands.
To pinch her nipples.
To hold her cheek.
To rub my thumb over her clit.
“Oh! My! God!” she yelled.
She was getting close again—I could feel that by her wetness.
But the next time she came, we were going to do it in sync. And she was going to scream my fucking name while I filled her with my cum.
So, I lifted her off the bed and walked to the wall next to it, where there was a mirror directly across from us. With her back on the paint, her face was pointed at our reflection.
“I want you to watch me fuck you,” I demanded. “I want you to see how beautiful your face looks when you’re screaming from another orgasm.”
“I’m almost there.”
I angled her in a way that I could pull her hips forward, leaving just enough space that my finger could rub her clit. When she realized what I was doing, she moaned.
But that was only the beginning.
A sound that was far too light for my ears. I wanted that piercing scream to return.
I thrust into her, using a strength she hadn’t yet felt tonight, and I maintained that stamina, but every time I bucked into her, I gave her a twist, adding friction to her G-spot.
She felt it.
