Page 58 of Great White
The walls of her pussy tighten like a vise as I rub and fuck another orgasm out of her. It doesn't take long. She’s whimpering and humming before I know it, vocalizing seductively her release is near.
When she finally succumbs, I crumble right along with her. Her orgasm dragging me down and burying me under a bestial ache that vibrates all the way to my core.
My body snaps like a taut rubber band, and I collapse forward onto Dove, crushing her to the desk. We’re both breathing raggedly and hung over from the potent hit of sexual indulgence.
I brush my lips over the heated skin of Dove’s neck, and she releases the smallest, most self-satisfied sigh. I smile to myself. Those brief, ephemeral moments bring me as much gratification as those intense, heart-pounding relations.
“How’s your frustration now?”
“Mmm,” Dove purrs, “better.”
“That’s a start. We’ll have to work on it some more later.”
“I’m game.” She peers back at me.
I press a quick kiss to her cheek and push myself up, giving her some reprieve from my weight.
“Hey, where ya going?” Dove surprisingly protests.
“I’m letting you breathe. I thought I was squishing you.”
“No.” She touches my arm. “I like you on top of me.”
“Baby, I’ll stay on top of you all night.” I crush myself against her.
Her unexpected comment has my molten heart pouring. I’m not one for overt affection, but I’m not cold as ice either. I’m not afraid of my emotions, but I am afraid of wearing too many on my sleeve. I can’t show weakness, but I want Dove to trust me. I want her to be able to stand alone in her darkest hour and believe beyond a shadow of a doubt what we have is real.
Because it is. It’s genuine even if it’s wrapped in deception and threatened by lies.
“That sounds like just what I need after tonight.”
“Things will work out with Stefania,” I try to reassure her, even though I doubt it myself.
“She’s not acting like herself,” Dove confides in me. It really feels like I am getting somewhere with her. Like I am breaking through that rock-hard exterior little by little, and I like the person who is behind it.
“Love makes you do crazy things.” I shift my hips slightly. I’m still snug inside her and getting hard again.
“I hate that that's the truth,” Dove murmurs forlornly.
“Love isn’t all bad. It can bring you happiness, too.” I quickly attempt to stop her from slipping down a slide of despair.
“Can it?”
“Are you happy right now?”
“Are we in love?” she questions.
I pause.I am.But I only shrug in reply with a playful smirk. I think professing my feelings for Dove at this early stage would have her running past the Franklin Mountains and straight into New Mexico.
It’s no secret I am pro-love. But it’s going to take some convincing for Dove. Her past is too dark, and her heart is too black to just go running into another relationship when she knows what severe consequences may lie ahead. Falling in love is hard; handing over an already abused heart is even harder. And although I would never physically hurt Dove, our situation puts our relationship in grave danger.
I press my forehead against her and close my eyes. If she were any other woman, I would be singing my affections like a nightingale. But now is not the time. I just have to tread lightly and carry Dove’s heart close to mine. Where it will always be protected.
“Ready for round three?” I brush my lips across the back of her neck, adorning her with kisses.
“Mmm, yes, please,” she purrs, and my cock thickens. She’s still so warm and wet, I’m bathed to the hilt in fresh honey.
I start to move, losing myself in Dove and her bewitching body and her seductive sounds.
