Page 67 of The River in Spring
My breathing. The heartbeat. My dick. I want herbad.
A slow, intimate rubbing begins. At first fingers just grazing the edges of her lips. Then taking more. Going deeper. I part them and look at the wet heart of everything. I want her so fucking much. Lifting to her knees, I’m invited to have a closer look. Moonlight highlights the glistening oil on the roundness of her ass, on the curve of the spine. She squeezes her pussy, knowing what it does to me to watch as lips tighten then release. The sight is mine alone.
I step back and squeeze oil in my hands. Rubbing it over my torso and arms. On my thighs. Dove’s head turns. The blonde hair wild and sexy as shit. She watches like a caged female lion waiting for me to mount her. I grab ahold of my raging dick and climb on the bed behind her. Uh huh. Like this, baby.
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His cock. It’s a granite rod. He knows what he wields, and comes to me gently. A man, considering the softness of a woman. There’s a control threatening to be lost. It makes me wet knowing he struggles to contain himself. That is the sexiest, the very sexiest thing.
Like at any moment he might lose it and take me with or without permission. Although my ass in his face is invitation enough. The strength in his body sits behind every soft touch, but much closer with the not so soft ones. I fucking love when it hurts just a little. You’re good at the art, baby. Having that big cock guarantees my satisfaction. It hurts so good.Fuck me. Fuck me.
With a hand on my cheek, he rubs the silk covered steel tip against my lips. I hear the labored breathing and sense the sexual storm contained inside him. It threatens to break the hurricane shutters and rip off the roof. Ignoring anything that dares get in its way. But my storm rages too. I’m pulling down all barriers and letting it run free. Come with me, baby.
The tip. He teases without mercy. It feels really good though. My pussy is on fucking fire. Slick juices allow the glide. I want more. My back arches and I press my pussy into him, asking without words.
“Take it,” his low voice commands.
There’s no hesitation. Not on his part or mine. The cock enters me in a slow, but unstoppable drive. My body becomes electric. Cells and atoms dance to his beat. Every bit of me, a part of him. That makes him part of me. The slow, rolling motion. God yes. You are a master at the grind. This is fucking awesome.He’s not going to choose you.
The shocking thought pushes its way into my mind. The ground shifts. Uninvited, it threatens any remaining hope. It goes right to my heart. I want to get back. Trying to ignore the intruder, I concentrate on being in the moment.
“That’s good, baby,” I say.
I hear myself speak. It sounds like someone else is talking. Not because I don’t mean the words, but because I am not wholly here. There’s a sense of going through the motions. While part of me, hidden deep inside, can’t stop crying for us. It’s impossible to forget what I know. Or stay in the mood to be having sex.
I feel we are dissolving by the minute. He isn’t going to make the right decision. I know it. That’s what takes center stage. Even this intimacy that has meant so much, is changing.Where did we go?
“I love fucking you,” he says between deep thrusts.
But there is something in the voice that sounds like sadness. A stillness leaking out with the joyful words. He needs to be processing the same things. He’s just doing a better job at hiding it. I try to use my body to convince myself and Nobel that I am still here. Getting lost in his sex has never been a difficulty. Until now.
I give it my all, pumping against him faster and harder. This is the first time I have ever tried to rush it. Before tonight, things were different. My orgasms were built with time, to make the explosions last. But I know tonight, if I just let it play out, I will never get there. Plus, a tightness builds in my throat.Oh shit! No!A heavy tear courses down my face. Then another.
Nobel meets my pace and grabs the sides of my waist tighter, to pull me to him with every thrust.
Thankfully it doesn’t take long for him to get to the point of no return. Then I do something I vowed never to do with a man, and especially not with this man. I fake it.
While groans and sounds of orgasm spill from his mouth, I’m doing my best to mimic orgasming. It’s not easy. Sounds false start to finish. Think I overdid it. But I needed to let this out. We slow to the final pumps and grunts. I end with an obligatoryohhhhhhh.It’s relief. I can wipe my eyes now.
As he separates from me and kisses my backside, I’m repositioning myself against the headboard.
“That was great,” I say, fluffing a pillow behind my back.
He just looks at me. Studying my face for answers to unspoken questions.
He stays in the kneeling position at first.
“Did you come?”
“What? Yes! Didn’t you hear me?” I say, going for genuine. But it was a little shrill. I heard it. Sounded like a lie.
He climbs to where I lay and joins me.
“I heard you. It seemed different. Just my mood I guess.”
Taking his hand, I kiss it and hold it against my face. Neither of us suggest we keep fucking. This was the shortest sexual escapade we have ever had.
