Page 75 of Burdens
I huffed out a small laugh and pressed a small kiss to her lips. Only she could make me laugh while I was buried so deep inside her that I couldn’t even tell you where she began and I ended.
Finally, I started to move and everything around us seemed to come to a stop.
I thrust inside her, slowly at first, then picked up the pace. I moved a hand on her hip and pulled all the way back before tilting my hips and immediately driving back into her with a hard thrust, making sure to grind against her clit.
“Noah,” she moaned, clutching at me anywhere she could get her hands on. Her nails dug so hard at my skin with every thrust that I wouldn’t be surprised if I had permanent marks from now on. Not that I minded.
“I love the way you say my name,” I groaned. I looked down at the perfect view of my cock disappearing inside her every time. “I love how I fit so well inside you.”
She let out a strangled noise and I gripped her jaw before lowering myself to kiss her. Her moans against my lips grew louder and I sensed both of our orgasms looming, so I drove my hips against her, faster and harder.
Her breathing was erratic—not that mine was any better—and I kept my punishing pace, both of us careening toward the edge.
“You’re doing so good, pretty girl.” I panted against her lips. “But I need you to come for me, Amalia, so I can fill you with my cum. Can you do that for me, baby?”
“Yes,” she cried out, her cunt tightening around me.
I kissed her sloppily and roughly and when I bit down on her lower lip, she came on an aching cry, her back arching and her walls constricting around me as her orgasm took over her.
Her moans turned into screams and the euphoria of her around me and the sound of my name being chanted over and over again from her exquisite lips ringing in my ears sent me over the edge barely a second later.
I kept riding her through both of our orgasms until I finally slowed my pace and collapsed on top of her, breathless. I knew I should move but couldn’t bring myself to just yet.
I wanted to bask in the feel of her skin against mine for just a little longer.
“That was,” she started, stopping to catch her breath.
I pressed my lips against her neck in a soft kiss and lifted my head to look down at her, finding her smiling and sated. I hadn’t seen that expression in a long time and my heart felt like it could burst at the sight. “It always is with you,” I whispered.
Reluctantly, I pulled myself out of her and stood on my knees, watching myself leak out of her. On instinct, I reached with two fingers and slowly worked it back inside, wanting my cum to stay imprinted inside her walls.
“Wh-what are you doing?” Amalia half-asked, half-moaned, looking down at where my fingers were.
With a small smile on my face, I pushed more of us back inside her. “Just putting my cum back where it belongs,” I noted before leaning down and pressing a slow kiss to her lips.
It only took a few minutes of me fucking my cum back into her before she squeezed around my fingers and came again so effortlessly, my mouth catching her sighs of pleasure.
I eventually withdrew my fingers and reached up to push them past Amalia’s swollen lips and into her mouth, surprising her.
She lapped up our taste with a feral look in her green eyes and I groaned at the feeling. She eventually let them go with a pop and looped her finger through my necklace, pulling me down for a kiss.
I loved fucking her, but her kisses were my favorites.
I could never tire of them.
I plunged my tongue past the seam of her lips to taste us inside her mouth and a moan roared inside my chest.
I eventually pulled away and rolled out of bed, walking to the old wooden wall wardrobe to the right of the room. I opened a few doors, trying to find a small towel to use to help clean her instead of going outside to grab one.
“What are you doing?” she yawned, propping herself up onto her elbows.
“Just looking for towels so I can clean us up since there’s only an outside shower and I’m not about to have you freeze outside.”
I didn’t know how long had passed since we’d come home, but by the moonlight filtering from the small tempered glass window above the bed, it was most likely the middle of the night.
She let out a small laugh and I peered at her over my shoulder. “What’s so funny?”
“So…” she drawled, a guilty smile on her face. “There’s actually another bathroom with a shower right there,” she confessed, pointing at something.
