Page 49 of Ours to Lose
“That’s it. Find what you’re looking for.” I urged her over my cock, twisting the lace of her panties into my fist, fucking dying to rip them off and stretch her over my length, to drive into her until she gushed all over my lap and was too weak to move.
She pushed higher onto her knees, wrapping her arms around my shoulders and grinding over the head of my cock through my jeans. “Oh,” she sighed, grinding faster. “Oh.”
“Jesus, fuck yes,” I groaned. “Let me have it.”
The front of her skirt was around her waist, the back pushed below my hands that squeezed her ass hard enough to leave palm prints for a week. Her breasts thrust into my face as she threw back her head, and if I died right now, I’d be okay with it as long as I got to see her come first.
A moment later, I did.
“I’m coming,” she panted, her voice going up at the end like it had caught her off guard and she feared it would be too much.
“I know, baby. I know. Ride it out.”
She gasped into a cry as her muscles locked up, and her hands strangled my shirt. Her legs squeezed my hips in a death grip so she could bear down on my cock, which was leaking through my boxers to add to the mess on my jeans. Her hips circled a few more times before she collapsed onto my chest, her face buried in the crook of my neck.
Our panting echoed off her tall ceilings, her warm breath tickling below my ear. Something wet brushed my neck, and a moment later, she sighed. “Mmm.”
I trailed my fingers up her spine and chuckled. “Did you just lick me?” My cock was still hard and straining against my zipper, but I couldn’t care less with her boneless and sated in my arms.
She mumbled against my neck, “Is that okay?”
“Hell yes. Lick away.”
I could feel the rise of her lips against my skin. The urge to hold her like this all night brought my hand to the back of her head. I carefully ran my fingers through her silky strands.
“How are you feeling?” I asked. That had been a bit more than the make-out session I’d envisioned. “More” being one of the hottest things I’d ever fucking experienced. But only if it had been as hot for her.
She shifted her weight. “I don’t know.”
I pulled back to see her eyes. “Too rough?” She’d been grinding near the button of my jeans. Sometimes things that felt good in the moment didn’t so much after. Or maybe it had all been too fast.
She denied it with a shake of her head, her gaze the most radiant I’d seen it—no embarrassment or reluctance in sight. Pride ballooned in my chest.
“I just—” She circled her hips again. “I think I want more.”
Fuck.I clamped my hands over her thighs and squeezed my eyes shut as pleasure tightened my groin. “Yeah?” I strained to calm my suddenly harsh breaths. “You have something in mind?” ’Cause I had several. Playing across my eyelids like the only movie I ever wanted to watch again.
Did this count as manifestation?
My grip on her tensed as she continued to squirm, my body almost back under my control.
“Not really,” she said. “I’m usually too sensitive to keep going when I try to use my vibrator back to back.”
I squeezed my eyes shut harder and exhaled through my nose. Imagining her using her vibrator was not helpful with the heat of her pussy radiating through my pants.
“What kind of vibrator do you use?” I asked. For fact-finding purposes. It didn’t count as torturing myself if it was for a good cause.
“The suction kind.”
My hands flexed. I tucked that information away for later.
She squirmed again, and I finally opened my eyes.
“I could do something about this,” she offered, rolling herself against my erection. Her lips quirked in a devious smile, even as she dropped her gaze.
“Is that what you want to do?”
She opened her mouth to respond, then paused to think about it.
