Page 134 of The Great Dating Fake Off
“Let’s not forget your rule,” she says sternly, even as she works my boxers down my legs. “Should we at least keep it somewhat innocent?”
I grope her ass with a firm hand. “Says the naked girl. I haven’t touched you in so long I might die.”
“At least you aren’t melodramatic.” She takes my hard length in her palm. Her breathy hum is one of my all-time favorite sounds. “Oh, you are hard, aren’t you?” She glides her hand up and down at an achingly slow pace until she swipes her thumb over the wet tip. “It must hurt.”
She will turn me into an animal. “Remember what happened the first and only time you teased me in this room?” I pry her legs apart. “Splayed open across my lap, begging me to mark you, playing coy as you fucked your fingers when they were covered in my come?”
Her lips form a scandalized O as she drags her fingers up the inside of her thigh. “You were the one begging, if I recall.”
“You’re right. I wanted to make you mine, no matter the consequences.” I drive into her with a hard thrust, shoving the air from her lungs.
“I always was yours,” she gasps. “From the day we met.”
And I never tire of hearing it.
Her beautiful body strains against mine, begging for more. After months of belonging to this beautiful woman, I can say with authority that she is horniest in the mornings. Nights are great, too, but my girlfriend is like a virgin on prom night between the hours of five and nine a.m., keyed up before she even opens her eyes.
And I know just how to take her even higher.
I dip down and lightly tease her stiff nipple with the tip of my tongue. “I’m so in love with you, future mother of my children.” I withdraw almost completely, then spear her harder. “I pictured you that way when you teased me in that chair. Did I ever tell you that?”
She stifles a groan and arches against me. “No…you did not.”
“Mmm. Well, I did.” Another thrust. Deeper this time. “And in the photo booth when you told me you got the shot?”
She bites her bottom lip and nods.
I kiss my way up her neck and nip her earlobe. “I would have fucked you either way.”
Her gasp dissolves into a whimper. “You know what hearing that does to me.”
“Oh, I know.” I reach between us for her swollen clit. “I can feel how much you like knowing I was gone on you and ready to risk it all. And that’s never going to change.”
I pick up speed, stopping just shy of rattling the metal bedframe. Weeks of pent-up need turns me into a thrusting—quietly thrusting—machine. Her mouth falls open as her eyes glimmer in the soft silver moonlight. Color blooms on her cheeks and neck, climbing down the dip between her tits. She’s close.
So am I.
I kiss down her jaw in a sweep, licking and biting her neck, gripped with affection so strong I can barely stand it. Of all the places we’ve both lived, we were in the same place at the same time long enough to meet not just once, but twice in the span of two weeks. I’m glad fate had a plan, because I wouldn’t have been able to dream her up on my own. “I love you, Nora.”
She closes her eyes and smiles as if marinating in the words. “I love you, too.”
We’ve said it for months and it still feels brand new. Sacred.
“It feels so good to say that in person.” I flip her over and jerk her hips off the bed, one hand gripping her ass and the other reaching around to continue its steady work. I haven’t even bottomed out yet when my lower back tenses in familiar warning. “You are so tight like this I can’t stand—”
“Shh,” she scolds. But she pushes back against me, taking me deeper, barely able to temper her own moans. Nothing compares to the way she feels around me, this woman who I love more with each passing day, who miraculously loves me, too.
I risk the noise and spank her once. She falls apart, clenching and spasming around me as her hands grip the sheets. I bury myself in her, her name hoarse on my lips as my orgasm rips me apart. I’m so far past gone for her and I don’t want to be found.
It’s good to be home.
…
“What do you think?” Nora bobs up and down on her toes as she watches me blow on the ladle.
I bite back a laugh. “Can I taste it first before you hound me?”
“It’s meant to be hot!” Nella waves her hand. “Wash it down with a frozie if it’s too much, you coward.”
