Page 32 of Never Going to Care

I want her drooling. I want her begging. I want her so out of her mind she doesn’t even realize I’m infiltrating her heart and taking up camp there.

I nudge her clit with the head of my cock and watch as her body shudders from the contact. Her legs fall open a little bit more as if her body is inviting me to pillage and plunder the fuck out of her. As if I need the invitation.

My voice is hoarse with need, “You want my cock, Starlight?”

“Yes,” she moans, her hands coming up to cup her tits and pinch her nipples.

The action makes me harder than steel as I drag my cock through her folds. I groan at the feeling of it. The only regret I have is that I’m not going to be shoving my cock inside of her bare.

We’ll have time for that later. This time I want her to know she’s safe with me and that I’ll put her safety above my own wants.

“Next time,” I growl, and her eyes snap up to mine from drinking in my cock, “I’m going to be fucking you bare, but this time I’m gloving up so you know I’ll always look out for you.”

“I’m on the pill,” her voice is breathy, and I can fucking feel how much she needs me, wants me, in every single inhale and exhale.

I almost rip the condom off my dick, but I don’t. What I said still holds true. I stare deep into her eyes and grip the base of my cock, needing to push inside of her more than I need my next breath.

I cover her body with mine again as I start to sink inside of her pussy. She’s warm and soft, her body opening to me and letting me inside inch by fucking inch. It’s damn magical and I swear I see a thousand colors before I’m filling her to the hilt.

Celeste’s arms come up and wrap around my shoulders, her nails digging into my skin. The bite of pain grounds me and ensures I don’t lose my damn mind and start rutting into her like a beast. I want to. I need to.

I’m going to, but I want her body to adjust to me first.

She’s panting and the feel of each little breath against my skin has me clenching my jaw and grinding my teeth together.

“So full,” she murmurs, her eyes sliding closed and pleasure covering her features. “Please move.”

I slam my lips down on hers as I start the smooth glide of pulling out of her. When I fill her this time, I nip at her bottom lip, making her gasp. I soothe the sting and kiss her wanting as much of our bodies connected as I can.

Everywhere our skin touches there is a sizzling heat I never want to escape. It’s too much and not enough at the same time. I want to live in this moment and if it’s a dream, I never want to wake up.

My hips start to pump, and her body responds to me, meeting every thrust. The way we find the right rhythm together is heady as fuck and only heightens how damn good it feels. When the walls of her pussy squeeze my length, I suck in a sharp breath.

“Fuck,” I grit out through my teeth. “Your pussy was made for me. Never leaving it,” I babble the words, only partially aware I’m saying them at all.

“More,” she moans underneath me, and I start to fuck her harder, needing more from her and taking what she gives me.

Our bodies move like they were always made to be joined. It’s like touching moonlight and stardust without leaving the comfort of your home. How did I not know it the moment I looked at this amazing woman?

How did I give her scowls and grunted words? I should have been giving her roses and a soft landing.

I won’t make the same mistake twice, no matter how long it takes me to earn her trust. I know this is right where I’m supposed to be, in the cocoon of her arms and with her wet warmth wrapped around me. It’s perfection on wings, soaring and diving, floating and gliding.

I pump my hips harder, moving faster and soaking up every little sound she makes as I fill and retreat, fill and retreat. I feel the end hurtling closer and I try and stave it off, but I know I won’t succeed. I’ve never been happier to fail at something in my life.

I kiss her hard as we get closer, closer, closer. My body feels like sparks erupt along my skin and I can only hope she feels just as good as I do.

The way she’s moaning my name as her nails score my back and she arches up against me tells me that she does. I want to hold on just a little bit longer. Just a bit more.

I adjust my weight and balance on one arm, my hand ghosting down the side of her body before diving between us and finding her clit. The moment I make contact, she sucks in a breath and holds it, her eyes wide and her pupils blown.

It grows, the pleasure, the need, the sacrifice. It grows around us and then, suddenly, everything seems to pause. Does it happen everywhere on Earth or is it just in this room that time seems to stand still and give us a moment of clarity?

Is it wrong that I don’t care if we’re the only ones affected even though all of humanity and beyond should feel this just as I am?

When I pinch her clit, it’s an explosion. Colors dance across my eyes and pure fucking desire coats my skin. Utter, glorious perfection.

She shouts, “Hale.”

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