Page 112 of Love at First Ride
My dick pulses. I want nothing more. But I’m the asshole who doesn’t deserve her forgiveness.
I take her hand. ‘Hollie. Tonight is about you.’
‘No,’ she hums. ‘Tonight is make-up sex. And I want to get on my knees for you. Please?’
I am so fucking turned on right now.
‘Please?’ she begs again.
‘It’s supposed to be about your pleasure.’
She fixes my gaze. There’s excitement in her eyes. ‘Believe me, nothing could give me more pleasure.’
I swallow. Get to my feet. Lose my jeans and underwear in one swift motion and kick them away, so that my swollen cock juts out toward her.
‘Better,’ she says, and I love the admiration in her eyes right now.
She moves off the bed and we switch positions, so that I’m balanced on the edge and she nestles herself between my thighs. Then she moves her hair out the way. Tucks her knees together. I fist my dick just once. I watch her lick her lips in anticipation, before she hesitates.
‘You don’t have to do this if you’re uncomfortable.’
She doesn’t respond, just wraps her fingers low around my shaft. She pumps once, up and down and I suck air through my teeth.
‘Did that hurt?’ she asks.
I lean back a little, placing my hands behind me on the bed. ‘No, no, it’s really good.’
‘Oh,’ she giggles. ‘All right then.’
I watch as she pokes out her pink tongue and licks the head just once, keeping hold of me. I groan. I love watching her. Tentatively, she opens her mouth and slides me inside, just an inch or so. I exhale and close my eyes, thinking I might have to start to recite dead presidents. When she licks the underside with the flat of her tongue, I almost lose control. When she moans, her lips wrapped around me, my balls tighten up and I tell myself not to explode.
I’ve had blowjobs before. But not like this. Not when I’m so deeply in love with the woman who is kneeling so eagerly between my legs, making this possibly the most intensely intimate experience of my life.
She pulls back. ‘Is this good?’ she asks.
‘It’s incredible,’ I breathe. ‘You can take me a little deeper, but only if you want to.’
‘I want to,’ she whispers, and I’m not prepared for how deep she takes me this time, the way her cheeks hollow out and her head begins to bob up and down as she gently sucks my length. When her tongue swirls around the head of my dick and her hand begins to move up and down, I’m undone. I want her to finish me so badly, but my brain says I also don’t want to end like this with her tonight.
‘Holl,’ I grind out. ‘Stop a sec.’
She stops, raises her head. ‘Oh god, was I getting it wrong?’
‘No, no,’ I pant. ‘It’s too good. And as much as I want to do this, I think maybe I want to come inside you. Is that all right?’
Her lips twitch and she nods her head. ‘How do you want me?’
‘Just stay there,’ I say, getting to my feet, because I know I don’t have it in me to wait much longer. I want to bury myself in her warmth.
She leans forward so that she’s on her knees on the floor, her elbows resting in the mattress grooves. I kneel behind her.
‘Like this, is that okay?’ I ask.
‘Yes,’ she whispers, glancing back at me. ‘Yes.’
She widens her knees, pushes her butt out. I take my shaft and line myself up, guiding myself forward. We’re both so wet that I glide easily inside, gently pushing forward as she welcomes me. She’s so warm. So tight.
This is only the second time we haven’t used a condom. The first time, I felt nervous, because no one’s ever explained to me before the science of how birth control actually works. Freshly educated, this time I can focus on the sensations of Hollie’s wet pussy, sheathing me, expanding to fit my cock, which I don’t think has ever been this swollen.
