Page 49 of Crashing Into You

I nod, still panting. I think I might explode if he doesn’t fuck me soon. Slowly he moves until he’s poised above me, the tip of his cock nudging my opening.

“Remember, if this doesn’t feel right, if you want me to stop, just say.” There’s strain in his voice, the muscles in his arms trembling, and I get the sense of how much he’s holding back at the moment. I don’t want him to hold back. I want him to let go.

I wriggle down, slightly, so the tip of his cock goes inside me. Oh god. It feels so… big. And so fucking good. His lips part, his breathing quickening as he slowly pushes into me. Ohgod.I tense slightly, expecting pain like I’ve heard about, but all I get is a feeling of fullness, of being stretched. I suppose with the fingers I’ve had inside me, my hymen is long gone. I don’t miss it at all. Once he’s fully in, he stops moving, I guess so I can get used to how he feels. He feels like heaven.

“Don’t stop,” I breathe.

He pulls back, then thrusts into me again. Holy shit. Fingers are nothing compared to this. I moan, wrapping my legs around his back, digging my hands into his shoulders. And he starts to ride me, thrusting in and out, getting faster.

“Fuck, Claire,” he groans, hooking one arm under my leg, opening me even more to him. Each thrust teases my clit, and I can feel the fire building again. I moan even more, meeting his hips with my own, gasping in unison with him. I’m so close to coming, the friction of his chest against my nipples, the muscles flexing beneath my hands, the clean salt and amber scent of him, the fucking amazing hardness pounding between my legs all swirling together in one massive hit of sensation. A few moments later I tip over the edge, feeling myself tighten around his cock, moaning his name. He strokes my hair, kissing me, riding me through every quivering aftershock.

“Oh god, I’m gonna come.” He groans as I dig my hands into his ass, grinding my hips against his, wanting him to feel what I feel. He cries out, his cock throbbing inside me, then collapses down onto me, smoothing my hair, kissing me all over my face. I do the same to him, almost crying at how fucking beautiful it was, how beautiful he is.

“Are you all right?” he says after a few moments. His green eyes are full of concern. “I didn’t hurt you, did I? I got a bit carried away towards the end.”

“You didn’t hurt me. Not at all.” My groin is aching a little, but it’s just from the unfamiliar sensation rather than anything else. And the flickers of pleasure still rippling through me outweigh any soreness I might feel. “It was amazing.”

“Amazing, huh?” He grins. “Well, that’s a good start.”

“And I am officially, no technicalities, no longer a virgin.”

“No technicalities.” He pulls out of me, and I can feel him fumbling around as he removes the condom, putting it next to the bed. He lies down next to me again, dropping a kiss on my shoulder. “You are, my darling, officially fucked.”

Bryce

I am also officially fucked.

Claire and I spend the rest of the day in bed, exploring each other. It’s the best damn day I’ve had in a very long time. I take my time, caressing, kissing and licking every part of her body until she’s quivering with need. I bury my face in her fabulous tits, lick her clit until she screams and shudders, her hands in my hair, urging me not to stop. And I fuck her, several times.

I don’t want this to end.

I have to leave in a month, head back out on the circuit, and I want her to come with me. It feels selfish to ask her to uproot her life for me. But I find I am selfish when it comes to being with her.

Not in bed, though. I delight in watching her fall apart beneath me, above me, so fucking turned on by the noises she makes, the wetness and heat between her thighs. I also enjoy the quiet times in between when we lie together skin-to-skin, our hands entwined, talking and kissing until passion takes us away again.

I lift my head, gazing up her body as though she is a goddess and I’m just a worshipper, my sole purpose to give her pleasure.

“What… Why are you stopping?” she gasps.

I don’t say anything, but rise up onto my knees, pulling her towards me and flipping her over. I bend my head and nibble her luscious ass, lifting her hips so she’s on her knees as well, presented to me like a delicious dinner. Of course I’m going to dine. I lick her from clit to opening, sliding my tongue in and out of her. My dick is so hard again I feel like I’m going to explode. I reach for another condom, rolling it on. Claire glances back at me, her ocean eyes so deep and dark, her pink lips parted.

“Stay where you are.” I move into position, the head of my cock teasing her opening.

She disobeys, of course, pushing her hips back so I slide into her, flashing me another wicked glance. Fuck. She is so tight, so wet, so fucking perfect in every way.

She moans, her head dropping forward. I lean over her, my hand coming around to strum her clit. She tries to move her hips, but she can’t.

“Oh god, Bryce. Fuck… I just… Please.”

“Please?” I’m so turned on by her I’m going to come in a minute. But I hold it, just a little longer, still playing with her.

“Fuck me, please,” she breathes, with another glance of those ocean eyes.

I pull out, almost all the way, then thrust back into her again. She groans, her legs parting even more. I am almost undone. I grab her hips and start fucking her properly, long smooth strokes that make her pant and moan. I’ve never had sex like this, never had it so good, so intense. I want to do it forever, want to discover all the different ways I can make her come, make us come together.

My phone buzzes.

I ignore it. It’s probably Matt, giving me shit for not coming home last night. I focus on Claire, on the curve of her back, her smooth skin, the way she tightens around me.