Page 36 of Between Never and Forever
I rolled my eyes and shoved him down. My hands were on his clothed chest. I immediately started working at the buttons. “I want this off.”
He brushed my hands away quickly, like he wanted to keep the shirt between us or like he had something to hide. Then, his hands were back at my hips, telling me, “Heartbreaker, forget about my shirt. Can you move on me?”
I bit my lip but kept my gaze on the buttons, focusing on that task instead of the big one. “I’ll move when I’m ready.”
He didn’t confirm or deny whether that was okay. Instead, his fingers massaged my hips like he was trying to soothe me. I went back to working on his shirt and undid the last button. I pulled it apart just so I could stare at his chest.
Intricate tattoos weaved all around it. Yet, I didn’t take much time to look them over before I anchored myself on his pecs and said, “Maybe we should flip over?”
He didn’t say a thing until I finally glanced up at him. He had a sheen of sweat on his brow, and I could see how his neck was tight and coiled, like he was bracing for impact. “Kee, you’re going to move your ass up and down on my cock. You. Not me. I don’t have the control right now.”
I saw that his pupils were dilated, the green of his eyes burning bright. Even if we’d been apart for years, my body knew immediately that this man wasn’t going to move until I did. So, I took a deep breath and arched my back slowly to lift my pussy from his cock. Centimeter by centimeter, I felt all of him. The ball of his piercing rubbed against my tight walls before I brought myself back down on his cock again.
He hissed and then swore, but I was too lost in how the pain morphed to pleasure, how his hand immediately went to my clit to start rolling it again, how he massaged my ass like he was working me and molding me to take him again. And again.
I moved up, down, up, down, again and again. And every time, my breath hitched, my body quivered, my blood pumped adrenaline and need through my veins. Pain mixed with pleasure was like a drug of some sort. My nipples tightened, my pussy clenched, my body ached for just a little more.
I rocked onto him harder. One of his hands slid up my stomach to my breast and pinched the nipple, worked it like he worked my clit. My pussy wept around his cock because of it, and I whimpered and moaned for him.
“Starting to feel like you like it, Kee. Does it feel good having me inside you?”
I hissed out, “Yes.” I couldn’t have said no even if I should have. “We needed this. We needed to see how the other felt after all these years.”
He hummed like he might agree but didn’t say the words. “You know I’m stretching you, baby. I’m stretching you so only I fit you just right. This pussy is mine. You understand?”
I didn’t answer right away, and he pinched my clit and my nipple hard. I gasped but my hips were working on their own now, grinding my pussy around his cock like I enjoyed how he wanted to dominate me in the bedroom.
“Look how you like fucking me, Kee. Might as well say you’ll do it for six months, huh? I’ll let you come then.”
My eyes cut to him fast and there was a twinkle in them. “Dex, what the hell?” I wiggled on him but the pressure on my clit let up. He was teasing me, and I hadn’t even known.
“Just say you like it, Kee. Tell me how my cock feels in you.”
I felt the blush rising to my cheeks. His cock jerked in me, and I knew he was getting more turned on.
“Fuck, your tits even turn pink when you blush, heartbreaker.”
“Dex, please,” I whimpered out because I wanted to hit the high more than anything at this point.
“How does my cock feel, Kee?”
“It feels so good,” I whispered, and he rolled my clit hard. “Jesus, it feels so amazing when you do that.”
“Yeah, I know, heartbreaker. You want to come?”
I nodded over and over, and he took over then. He was gentle when he moved his hands to my hips and lifted me up and down, but it was to a perfect rhythm, and he rolled his hips to exactly the right spot. I felt his cock everywhere, in every place that I needed, as I brought my face down to take his mouth in mine. He kissed me soft as he fucked me slow. He didn’t fuck me like he hated me, but instead treated me like glass, like he wanted to be gentlemanly with my first time.
When I pulled back to look at him, he ran his hand over my clit again and twisted it in rhythm with our movements as he whispered, “Come, Kee. Come for your fiancé.”
His words shouldn’t have pushed me over the edge, but they did. I screamed his name again and again as I unraveled on top of him.
He smoothed his hand down my back and let me shudder out each aftershock. I felt him drawing on my back as if to soothe me. His body was still so tight and rigid under mine. I finally looked up. “Dex?” I asked wiggling against him. His dick was still rock solid. “You didn’t get off yet.”
“Right.” His jaw worked. “You want to shower?”
“No,” I said slowly and pushed myself up with the little strength I had left. “I want more. I want…” I bit my lip.
“Kee.” He said my name in warning.
