Page 66 of The Do-Over Girl

She clamps her hands on my ass and presses, her strength and determination surprising me.

“Jesus Christ.” I exhale and let the roll of lust pass through me as I tense against her demands and hold still. Then I kneel and scoop her up to expose her glistening wet pussy before me.

She screeches in ecstasy, her hands tugging on mine and then mindlessly finding her wet folds. With a gravelly chuckle, I watch for a moment, my cock stiffening and my balls tightening at the sight. Then I shut it down.

I move in on her, swiping her hands away, capturing them to hold above her head in one of mine, with my good arm. She moans in protest, her hips bucking, until I lower my mouth over her, my tongue parting her folds and then sucking hard on the aromatic juices, tasting and smelling the irresistible sexy essence of her.

But she doesn’t calm, and I knew she wouldn’t. She screams her ecstatic approval and presses her hips against my face, clenching her thighs, gasping as I find her swollen nub and flick it, then circle it. She whimpers, her breathing erratic, and she manages to pull one hand free, bringing it down with ferocity onto my head, pressing me into her so that I’m sandwiched between her hips and her hand, my face buried in her hot wet pussy.

All I can breathe is the scent of her. Her taste overwhelms me as I lick and flick her relentlessly with my tongue until her bucking hips start vibrating, and she shouts my name. I’m getting dizzy with her taste, her sounds, and her scent, and possibly from the lack of air, but I don’t care.

Plunging my tongue inside her, she arches high. “Nash…oh my God… I’m …” She doesn’t finish her sentence. Instead, she falls apart in my mouth, and I drink her in, holding on tight as she clenches around me, moaning and lost.

Pressing her arched back down onto the bed, I lift my head and look at her face, glistening and pink in the agony of unspeakable joy. The need to hold her and kiss her face overwhelms me as I move over her and wrap her in my arms. She’s wild and sweaty, and she welcomes me, clamping her legs around me and staring into my eyes with endless joy and adoration.

Her smile weakens me, makes me press my cock against her because I need her, need to be inside her so badly. But not as badly as I need to kiss her smile. She opens her mouth, and I swallow her words, tenderly mingling my tongue with hers,

“Nash, I …” I don’t let her finish. Maybe she was going to tell me she needs me, wants me inside her. Maybe she was going to tell me something else, something I’m not ready to hear.

I reach over to my nightstand drawer and find a foil packet.

“No,” she says, ending the kiss. “No condom. I’m on the pill. I want you bare. I want to feel you inside me with no barriers.”

We stare at each other, unblinking, and I feel like I’m reading her soul, all the giving, the want, the need, the joy and adoration flowing from her in waves over me.

“Jesus, Kali.” I kiss her eyes, her nose, her mouth, breathing fast, heart beating too fast, slipping so close to that edge. I toss the foil packet.

Her hands skim over my back, and I lift myself from her to give her breathing room, the sharp pain in my shoulder almost feeling like pleasure as she finds my cock with her hand and guides it to her slick, pulsing opening. I glide inside her, groaning, leaning on my good arm, caressing her face with my other hand as I watch her, my cock going deep, all the way to the end where I feel her wall.

The explosion of pleasure in my head is like seeing stars, and I tense, gaining back control as I slide back out, so slowly, so painfully aware of the sensations, of her surrounding me, molding to me,

“So tight.” I breathe the words. She stares intently like she’s eating me up with her eyes, drinking me in, giving me herself, moving against me now as we find a titillating rhythm, one that brings me incrementally closer to the edge, without rushing, without the frenzy, so I can savor every nuance, and especially the look on her face.

“You’re everything, Nash. I want to give you everything I have. To…” She lets out a low moan, closing her eyes for a beat as I move my hips and lower my hand between her thighs.

“I want to see that orgasmic look on your face, Kali. I want to take a picture with my mind and keep it forever.”

She holds onto my back, lifts her head, and kisses my shoulder, telling me without saying a word that she knows my shoulder hurts, that she knows how much I’m giving her.

What she doesn’t know is that I can’t feel any pain, not the bad kind. I only feel the pure pleasure, the excruciating build-up of need, of my coming explosion. She moves faster, and I can feel myself closing in on the dangerous edge of no return. Sweat drips down my temples, beads drop on her face, and I lick them off as I feel the pace speed along with my heart rate and her breathing.

The sound of panting, of skin slapping against skin, and the blood rushing in my veins, my heart thundering is all I hear until I press my thumb on her clit as I pump hard inside her, and I hear her moan, the sound of my name a siren’s call like it’s the end of the world.

“Kali,” I groan, gritting out the words as I pump hard and furious, “I’m going to come.” And then I let go, falling off the edge into the abyss where I don’t hear my own scream, though I know I open my mouth and yell her name, needing to hang onto her, clasping her with both arms, the shot of pain in my shoulder coming to me like an echo from a great distance, as I explode inside her, gushing in wave after wave of pure pleasure.

It takes some time before we calm, before our breathing and heart rates slow together, as I lie beside her and we hold each other. Before the throbbing of my shoulder becomes impossible to ignore.

* * *

Sun shinesthrough the open binds in my bedroom, but that’s not what wakes me. Not even the ache in my shoulder was enough to wake me because Kali got up to get the pills the doctor gave me for pain and made me take them.

It’s the damn pinging sound coming from a phone. Not mine because I turned it off last night before the game and haven’t turned it back on yet.

Kali stirs next to me, hair streaked across her face as her eyes flutter open. I gently push strands of the golden blond tresses from her face and stare into those hazel eyes flecked with sunlight, feeling my mouth widen automatically into a smile. Feeling my heartbeat speed up and the familiar heat of my blood roaring into place.

“Good morning,” she rasps. “What’s the beeping noise?”

I chuckle. “It’s your phone. What’s up with that?”