Page 30 of Merry on the Mountain
I want more.
Ineedmore.
She watches through hooded eyes as I stand up and push my pants down my legs.
“Can I fuck you without a condom?” I ask. “I’m tested regularly, even when I haven’t had a partner in over two years, but you can say no. I have plenty of condoms.”
“Yes. All my tests have been negative, and I’m on birth control.”
My dick surges with anticipation at the thought of filling her with my cum. More frantic need builds inside me as I flip her over on the bed. Any plans to go slow fly out the window whenshe tucks her knees under her, putting her perfect ass on display for me.
“Drew?” She says my name so quietly I almost don’t hear over the pounding of my pulse in my ears.
“Yeah?” I run my palm over her ass cheek and up to her hip.
“Do you have lube? I love having my ass played with in this position.”
I go still because how can she be this fucking perfect?
“It’s fine if you’re not into that, I don’t need it to get off or anything,” she rushes out quickly.
“Oh no, don’t mistake my silence for disinterest. I’m just shocked that you could be so amazingly perfect for me, is all.” I reach over and open the drawer, pulling out a bottle of lube. “Intelligent, independent, sexy as hell, and loves ass play? Fuck, you’re my dream girl, Willow Baker.”
She moans as I drag my crown along her wet folds and sink inside her. Her tight cunt welcomes my cock like it’s always belonged there. She wiggles against me when I still to open the lube, so I give her a test spank, light enough to not sting but hard enough to jiggle her flawless ass.
“Oh fuck.” She rocks her hips back and forth. “You can do that more.”
“More times or harder?” I ask as I drizzle lube along her crack.
“Both.”
Yep. She’s actually perfect. I bring my palm down on her ass again, this time harder, as I pull nearly all the way out and thrust hard back in.
Her fingers sink into the duvet, clutching onto it like a life preserver. The line of her spine as she arches back into me is so beautiful it should be sculpted. I spank her again, this time on the other cheek and hard enough to turn her pale skin pink.
Fuck, seeing my handprints on her ass brings me way too close to losing control, too soon. As I rock back and forth inside her I tease the tight ring of puckered skin, smearing the lube around before pushing my finger inside.
She cries out my name and rocks back against me, fucking herself on my cock and finger as much as I’m the one fucking her. My other hand grips her hip to still her, so I can take complete control.
“You want me to fill this pussy up with my cum?”
“Yes,” she answers with no hesitation. Her walls tremble around me, squeezing my cock as the first wave of her orgasm crashes through her body. “More,” she chants. “More, more, more.”
I slip a second finger into the tight ring of her ass and piston my hips in and out of her. Sweat beads on my temple, rolling down the side of my face as I do everything in my power to extend this moment. I never want it to end.
“Fill me up, Drew,” she commands in a breathy tone, her orgasm still milking my cock.
And I lose it. My cock surges with release, painting her walls with my cum. I pull my fingers out and drop my forehead between her shoulder blades as my orgasm slows.
She reaches an arm back and squeezes my thigh. We stay in that position until both of us catch our breath, and then I muster the energy to stand back up. I pull my cock out of her, watching in fascination as my cum leaks from her pussy. Pearly, white drops run down her flesh, and I can’t stop myself from gathering them on my dry finger and pressing them back inside her.
“Let’s not waste any,” I say at the gasp she makes. “I’m going to get something to clean you up. Don’t move.”
“Couldn’t if I tried,” she mumbles into the duvet.
After wiping myself off, I walk out of my bathroom with a warm, damp wash cloth. She hums in contentment as I run itover her pink ass cheeks and then wipe away all the lube and cum. I pull down the duvet and sheets, helping her move up to crawl under the covers.
As soon as I join her in bed, she rolls toward me, resting her head over my heart and running her fingertips over my ribs. I kiss her forehead, and she looks up at me.
