Page 46 of Apathy
I pressed against the sweet spot inside her, feeling her clench around my fingers. I almost came in my pants, knowing that my dick would soon be replacing my hand.
“Do you want to come, Moonshine?” I lifted my head and looked at her. Rosy cheeks and hair all over the place, with half of it still tied in a ponytail and half falling around her face, she looked like a goddess. I wished I could keep her because she made me feel.
She made me fucking feel, and I both loved and hated it.
“Answer the question.” I pinched her clit and smirked at the look on her face.
“Yes. I want to come, dammit.”
“Are you sure?” I started removing my fingers when she clamped her legs closed, keeping me inside her.
“Please.” Her eyes connected with mine. “Just… Please.”
I watched her, reading her face, memorizing every inch, every curve and gripped her knee, spreading her open again. Protests reappeared on her sinful lips when I stood up, but as I pulled the wallet out of my back pocket and took the condom out, she quieted down, watching my every step.
Unbuttoning my pants and pulling them down with my boxers, I almost moaned as my dick sprung up, finally free from the restraints. Her eyes widened at the sight of me, licking her lips as she held herself on her forearms.
I ripped the foil of the condom with my teeth, and with eager moves, I dropped down on my knees, pulling her to me. I wrapped my hand around my dick, gritting my teeth, wanting to get lost in her, but I didn’t want to end this so soon. With her eyes on me, I pressed the head of my dick against her clit and started dragging it through her slit, teasing her opening, reveling in the sharpening of her breath.
I moved back and started stroking my dick while she ate me with her eyes, waiting for my next move. Time stood still as the electricity buzzed between us, as she laid in front of me, spread open, with her pussy glistening, waiting for me. The fire burned higher and higher as I stroked myself, making us both wait for what we wanted.
“Shit,” I grunted as my hand went up and down, and I closed my eyes, seeing her still as the darkness shrouded my sight. I almost jumped from my spot as a pair of softer, smaller hands pressed against my chest, and when I opened my eyes, I saw her kneeling in front of me. She removed her shirt and gazed up at me, holding herself still.
She dragged her hands over my chest, all the way to my abdomen, coming close to my aching dick begging for release. But not yet, not like this. She moved my hands away, and wrapped hers around my length, pressing a soft kiss over my heart, then over both of my pecs, going toward my nipples.
Her tongue danced against the puckered buds, sending shock waves through my body, while she stroked my shaft, gripping me tight.
I couldn’t wait anymore. I didn’t want to wait, and as she started going lower, I pushed her to her back and leaned over her, guiding my dick toward her opening, sliding in and holding myself still.
“Holy—” I started.
“Fuck,” she finished for me.
The walls of her pussy clenched around me, holding me hostage in her warmth, driving me insane. Inch by painful inch, I slowly slid in further, going all the way in, spreading her wide. I gripped her hip with one hand, while I held myself on my other hand placed next to her head. My lips tingled from the previous kisses, and I wanted to taste her again, to drown in her moans, in her intoxicating scent crowding us.
“Ash,” she moaned as I started lowering myself down. “I need you to move. Please.” With hooded eyes, and golden hair spread around her head, she looked like a fucking angel beneath me. I dropped down, taking her lips again, biting her lower lip and soothing it with my tongue.
I started moving my hips, slowly at first, loving the vise-like grip she had on me. With every new move, every new hit to that sweet spot inside her, she moaned, she gasped, and when she wrapped her arms around me, dragging her nails over my back, over my damaged skin, I started losing control.
An animalistic growl tore from my chest, and I increased the pace, the sounds of our skin slamming against each other the only other sound around us. My grip on her hip increased, and I knew she was going to have bruises tomorrow. And the animal inside of me, the little monster that suddenly woke up wanting to devour her, loved it more than anything else in this world.
My mark on her skin, my dick inside her, and her eyes only for me, fixated as if she couldn’t get enough just like I couldn’t.
“Fuck,” she yelled, breaking the kiss, and closing her eyes. “Faster, Ash,” she begged. “Please go faster.”
And I did. I braced myself and started slamming into her with punishing thrusts. Her hand sneaked between us, and she started rubbing her clit, chasing her own orgasm. I was close, so fucking close, I could feel my orgasm coiling at the bottom of my spine, waiting to erupt.
“Moonshine,” I growled and bit her neck. “Please tell me you’re close.”
Because if she wasn’t, this would be very embarrassing.
“Oh God,” she screeched. “That’s it,” she said as I changed the angle. “That’s the spot.”
I focused on that, lifting my upper body from her, and gripping her hips with both my hands. Beads of sweat gathered on my forehead and on my upper lip, and I could see the same on her. One lone bead glistened between her breasts as they bounced with every new thrust, and her hand gripped the sand beneath her, holding herself, while the other one ferociously worked on her clit.
“Oh, shit!” she screamed. “Ash, Ash, Ash—”
“I know,” I whispered, unable to talk any louder. “I know, baby.”
