Page 46 of Demo
When I whimpered, Knox slowed his pace and pulled back before swinging my right leg over his shoulder and turning me, so I was on my back and he was positioned between my thighs, then he slid back in.
He brushed some hair out of my sweaty face as he slowly rolled his hips, pushing and pulling, in and out, as he peppered kisses all over my face. “Talk to me, Lizzie.”
“W- What do you need me to say?” I asked breathlessly as he edged me to the breaking point. I ran my fingertips up and down his back and sides, feeling the muscle over his ribs and shoulder blades tense as he moved.
Keeping his pace but kicking up the force of which he ground into me, Knox used one hand to push my left leg open wider, making me cry out.
“Is there anybody else?” he asked through gritted teeth. I could tell he was nearing the brink, too.
“No,” I panted.
He picked up the pace, just a little. “Just me?”
I was starting to tremble as my back arched up off the bed. I was about to lose control. He really started giving it to me as his hand cupped my jaw and he kissed me savagely as he ran that hand up into my hair and fisted it. My breasts bounced between us as he continued thrusting.
I erupted with a “Yea-God-ahhhh” type of sound, and that was Knox’s invitation to piston into me at a rapid pace until he found his own release, which left him shaking and grunting and cursing my name as he curled over me.
Sweaty, gasping, trembling, we were a mess of limbs and hair and breaths as we came down. Finally, Knox turned his head, which was buried in my neck, and left one more trail of kisses along my shoulder, neck and jaw before whispering against my lips, “Don’t you fucking move.” He slid out of me, rolled off the bed and disposed of the condom in the trash can in the corner of the room.
What I didn’t say was I couldn’t move even if I wanted to. Spaghetti legs do that to me.
Knox came right back to bed, and as he saddled up beside me I tried to shimmy the sheet out from under me so we could bring it up over us, but he stopped me. “No, please, for the love of God don’t cover this up,” he said as he ran a hand down my side and over my hip, making me shiver with insecurity. But I didn’t protest.
“Talk to me,” he repeated his earlier request, once again brushing hair from my face as he propped himself up on an elbow, hovering above me. He looked … nervous.
And the bitch in me couldn’t let the opportunity pass me by. “Oh, I was just thinking …”
“Yeah …” Knox lowered his head to look into my eyes, as I paused for dramatic effect. “What were you thinking, Lizzie?” He traced my lips with his fingertips.
I sighed, darted my eyes around and then brought them back to his. “I was just thinking this was much better than our first time.” And I wrinkled my nose.
Horror crossed Knox’s face before he dropped it to my shoulder, and he nearly cried. “I knew it! You were coherent for our drunken sex!”
I was in stitches. I was convulsing with laughter.
“Oh, God. Tell me, how bad was it? No! Wait. Don’t tell me. I don’t want to know.”
Tears were streaming down my face, and I had to come out with the truth. I shook my head as I wiped my eyes. “No, I don’t remember anything. I was just messing with you.”
Knox stilled, let out one single, scary laugh, then stared down at me. “Are you shitting me? Wait, so you don’t remember? You’re just fucking with me?”
I nodded shyly, hoping I didn’t piss him off too bad. But then he was quiet for a solid ten seconds so I couldn’t tell.
“You freaking mad woman!” he roared as he dove in to tickle me senseless. “You are such a little liar! I was about to have a heart attack!”
“Stop! Stop!” I gasped and giggled under his onslaught. I tried to fight him off but between the fatigued muscles, the tickling, and feeling his growing erection against my stomach, it was useless. “I’m s-sorry!” I rasped out.
“You’re sorry? You’re sorry? I’ll show you sorry,” Knox said through laughter of his own as he continued to dance his fingers down my sides.
“No! No! Please, let me make it up to you!” I managed to eek out as I grabbed Knox’s wrists and pushed him away—him taking the hint and rolling over so he was on his back, and I straddled him. He tried to poke my sides from this position, but I gasped some more and instead guided his hands to my hips. He then slid them around to my ass. I leaned down so I could ghost my lips over his as my breasts smushed between us.
“I’m sorry I teased you. I’m so … so … sorry,” I said as I kissed his chest, his neck, his jaw. I heard his breathing hitch as I reached a hand down and stroked his hard dick between us, before bringing it to my wet entrance. “Let me know when you need to pull out?” I cocked my head slightly, letting him know it was a question and waiting for permission to take him bare.
He nodded eagerly and that was all the indication I needed before I sank onto him.
“Fuck,” he sighed as he gripped my ass harder.
I sat up as I ground myself up and down on his length slowly. He thrust his hips up to meet me, his head falling back, his throat rolling as he swallowed down cusses and gasps of hair.
