Page 89 of Sterling Touch
I stare down at her, pliant and pleased, melting beneath me and squeezing at my fingers inside her. With her pretty eyes staring up at me, she adds, “I mean it, Cort. I want to ride your cock, slick it with my?—”
I cover her mouth with mine, swallowing down her dirty commands, living out the fantasy in my head. Her sweet pussy wrapped around me. Her legs hitched over my back.
Vale pulls back. “Now, Cort.Please. I want to come around you.”
“Fucking dream,” I mutter, as my thumb moves faster, and my fingers deeper, while I’m tugging at myself.
Vale reaches for my wrist, on the arm holding myself. Then she’s shoving at my forearm of the hand between her thighs. With her legs spread wide, slick and dripping from her center, she begs me again.
“Please, Cort. Inside me.”
Vale and I have already discussed our sexual history. How long it’s been for each of us. How safe we’ve always been as well. I know she’s on the pill for her periods. She knows I had a vasectomy in my mid-thirties.
“Are you sure?” I question one more time because there will be no turning back. Once I go bare inside her, I’ll never want anything else. I’m already certain of how this will feel, how this will change everything.
Vale already has her hands on my hips, guiding me to lower between her thighs, and I grip myself once more to line up with her. She’s so wet, I easily slip forward, gliding into her depths until we’re as close as we can be.
“Sweetness,” I choke out, desperate to move, to unleash what’s been held at bay for too long, but also holding still, needing a second to catch my breath.
“Move,” she softly commands.
Rocking her hips, Vale unleashes on the first stroke of my cock. Pulling back and thrusting in again, she comes around me in a sudden burst. Her fingertips dig into my ass and her mouth hangs open, moaning my name as I surge inside her. Back and forth I go, coating myself like she asked, feeling her clench around me.
Too fast. We’re moving too fast, and it’s been too long, and within seconds, I’m on my knees, pulling her lower half up my thighs and hammering into her, going off like a dormant volcano as I bury myself to the hilt.
Vale chuckles beneath me while we’re still connected, and I fall forward, catching myself on my extended arms. While most men wouldn’t appreciate such a reaction from the women they just had sex with, I embrace the crack in the tension.
“We’re quite a pair,” Vale teases.
“High excitement,” I remind her, how we’ve been riding the accelerator for a while now.
“High intention,” she adds. We’d been focused only on each other, only on what we were doing, and how it felt.
“My intention . . .” I tease, lowering to kiss her nose. “Is to do that again, in about a half hour.” I’m going to need some time to recover.
Only as I remain inside Vale, she clinches, and I find I’m still hard.
“Vale,” I whisper, surprised myself.
Hastily, I pull out of her and reach for her nightstand. “Where are they, Vale?”
“Where are what?” she asks confused.
“Your toys.”
After a hesitant look, Vale points toward the second drawer of the stand. Buried beneath notebooks and a soft set of lingerie, I find what I’m looking for.
With her still on her back, I climb over her again and set the tip of a clit vibrator against her.
“It’s new,” she chokes as the vibration hits her just right. She stutters in ecstasy as she explains, “It’s called a Cliterature Stick.”
I don’t care what it’s called as long as it gets her off. Adding tease to torture, I set my dick at her entrance, holding steady as I regroup, and Vale grows wild and hungry again.
“Got another one for me.” It isn’t a question. Vale’s been giving me doubleheaders for weeks, and now that I’ve had a sense of what she feels like wrapped around me, I want to feel it again and again.
Hard once more, I glide into her, where she clenches around me while the vibration continues to tickle that sensitive nub on her.
“Oh God.” Vale’s eyes roll back, and she whimpers at the sensation. Inside and out, she’s a bundle of nerves.
