Page 97 of Mile High Ex's Dad
That settles it.
I push inside her slowly enough to feel every bit of resistance, every shudder, every inch of heat giving way around me. Even after everything, the first slide in is enough to pull a groan out of both of us.
“Fuck,” I say into her mouth.
She clings to me tighter. “Don’t be gentle just because you think I’m fragile.”
I pull back enough to look at her. “That is not why I’m being gentle.”
“Then why?”
“Because I’m trying not to lose my mind.”
That makes her smile, and the sight of it under me nearly does exactly that.
I start moving before she can answer, long deep strokes that make the mattress shift under us. She opens for me so beautifully it feels obscene. Every time I drag out, she tries to follow. Every time I push back in, her breath catches and her nails bite into me a little harder.
We can’t stop touching each other.
That is the simplest truth in the room.
My mouth is on hers, then her throat, then her breasts again. Her hands are on my shoulders, my back, my ass, my face, as if she needs all of me at once and I’m not doing much better. I keep one hand braced beside her head and the other sliding under her thigh, holding her open and close and exactly where I want her.
“Tell me if it’s too much,” I say.
“It’s not enough.”
God.
I fuck her harder for that.
Not careless. Not punishing. Just with the full force of wanting her too badly. She takes it and gives it back, rocking up into me, meeting me stroke for stroke as much as she can. The sound of us gets louder. Wet, frantic, undeniable. Her moans. My breathing. The bed against the wall.
She kisses me in between gasps and says the filthiest little things without seeming to realize how much they affect me.
“More.”
“Please.”
“Right there.”
I give her exactly what she asks for.
She comes apart again with her face buried in my neck, cunt clenching around me so hard I nearly lose it right there. I’m close enough that my rhythm stutters, and she feels it immediately, her hand sliding between us to stroke my stomach, then lower, nails scraping lightly.
“Come inside me,” she whispers.
That nearly finishes me on the spot.
I thrust deep, once, twice, and then I’m done. I bury myself all the way in and come hard, mouth against hers to swallow the sound of it, hips jerking through the last of it while I empty into her. She holds me through it, arms and legs around me, like she’s no more interested in distance than I am.
Afterward we stay exactly where we are. Both of us breathing hard. Both of us slick with sweat. My weight half on her, half braced off, enough not to crush her but not enough to break the closeness either.
She strokes a hand down my back. I kiss her shoulder. My hand settles over her hip and then higher, over the curve of her belly, without really thinking about it.
She goes still for a second. Not pulling away, just noticing.
So do I.
