Page 20 of The Lover
“I just… It was all so… intense… and I… I don’t know. I… It was like there was no controlling it. I’m not making sense.”
She made perfect sense. Fuck’s sake, this was the only second time she’d had sex, and I had been rutting on her for what felt like hours. It had been the most intense sex I had ever had, and I had experience.
She had none.
I changed our position. I sat on the bed, my back against the headboard. And I brought her on top of me so we were face to face, her knees straddling my hips.
Then I took a hold of my dick and gently slid it inside of her. Because I needed to still be connected to her. I didn’t thrust, even though it was killing me, just let her wiggle a bit until she was comfortable.
“I’m sorry,” she said, even as she began these gentle hip rolls against me.
“You don’t have to be sorry. You’re new to this. Sometimes sex is about taking and sometimes it’s about giving and sometimes it’s about sharing. I’ve been taking too much.”
Because I was finally getting to do what I had been thinking about for months. When I’d asked her a few weeks ago what she wanted for her birthday, she’d said me. Then of course she quickly covered that by saying she knew it would be too hard to get away from the ranch.
It planted a seed that suddenly became clear when Rich said the most obvious thing in the world. If I missed her, I should see her. That’s when I knew. Knew I was going to surprise her for her birthday and fuck her without any reservations. Pretty much ending this limbo shit once and for all.
Now we were here, it was the middle of the night, we were on our third condom and I hadn’t let her up for air once. And she seemed to embrace all of it. I pushed my thumb between her legs and found her clit, stroking it in time with her hip rolls.
She hummed in the back of her throat. I loved that sound. Almost as much as when I made her gasp.
She had her hands on my shoulders and I watched as she looked down at where we were joined. Watched as I pressed deep inside her. Then she pulled herself up and slowly sank herself down again.
“Now I’m in control,” she said.
I smiled. “You like that, you little feminist.”
She leaned in to kiss me and I thought it had been too long since I had tasted her. Certainly more than minutes.
“I do like it. Is this me taking and you giving?”
“Yes.”
“Do you not like being on the bottom?”
“There is no such thing as not liking sex with you. In any way possible. It’s a little harder for me to come this way, but it’s all good. I’ll get there eventually.”
That’s when she amazed me in the way only Ellie could. She pulled herself up until I left her heat. I nearly whimpered. Then she climbed off me and turned around on the bed. She rested her cheek on the mattress and kept her ass high in the air. It was the most fucking erotic thing I had ever seen in my life.
“I’m good, Jake. You can go back to taking.”
“Ellie…”
“I want to feel it again. In that context. It’s okay to be out of control because I’m giving you something. Please. That’s how I want you to come.”
This was the part where I refused because I was a gentleman, and clearly banging the fuck out of her from behind while I pulled her hair and slapped her ass had been a little scary for her.
Instead I got on my knees, positioned my cock against her wet pussy, and thrust deep. Then I leaned over so that my arms were on either side of her head. And I fucked her as hard as I could. When she came underneath me, screaming my name and reaching around for my ass, I felt like a fucking caveman who had claimed his mate. Then I came so hard all I could see were stars behind my closed eyes.
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Ellie
Sucking dick was delicious. Almost as fun as what Jake had done to me with his mouth earlier this morning. He said I needed a break from penetration, which I didn’t know why, but the wordpenetrationseemed ridiculously hot to me. So he sank down between my legs and made me come twice with his tongue.
That was him giving.
Now it was my turn to make him come, although while I was giving it also felt a little like taking too. Because I loved every sound he made. I loved the way he would thrust into my mouth like he couldn’t help it. I loved the way he pushed down on my head like that too was out of his control.
