Without hesitating she replies, “You. I want you inside me.” Her hand snakes between our bodies and she pulls at the button on my jeans.
Fuck yeah, my girl is needy. I pull back just a hair, enough to allow her access. “You got me, Shay.”
“I’ve never wanted anything so bad in my life,” She confesses while trying to free the button, the wet denim making her task difficult.
Finally, the button pops and her hand slides inside. As her fingers circle my cock, she lets out a strangled gasp. After a quick pump of her small fist she releases me and pushes my jeans down. As soon as my cock springs free between us, her hands cup my cheeks, eyes pleading, “Please, Bowie.”
My girl needs me, and I’m going to give her everything I got. Gripping behind her thighs, I lift her off the ground. I pin her shoulders to the tile as her legs wrap tight around my waist. My cock makes the barest contact with her hot folds and grows impossibly harder. I’ve never been so fuckin’ hard in all my life, it’s like my cock just knows this is the pussy we’ve been waiting for. Grabbing myself, I run the head through her soaked slit.
Not wanting to wait, she tilts her hips causing my cock to slip just inside her heat. Still impatient, she pushes herself closer, forcing me deeper. She’s so fuckin’ tight, I know she’s going to hurt herself if she doesn’t slow down. Grasping her hips I set a slow pace, sinking a bit further with each stroke. “Fuck, baby. Your pussy is amazing."
"Please," She begs, fighting against the grip I have on her and the slow pace I've set.
Giving into her desire, I fill her hot pussy to the root. Being inside her is like nothing I've ever felt before. It's like her pussy was made just for my cock. It's mine and no one, no-fuckin’ one will ever take it from me.
Pulling out to the very tip, I pause a moment before slamming back inside her. "You're mine, baby. This pussy is mine. Say it, Shay."
Her eyes are unfocused from the pleasure I am giving her, and her bottom lip is between her teeth. When she lifts her head, meeting my gaze, our eyes bore into each other. I work my hips harder, faster. "Tell me, baby. Tell me that you're mine."
Her head falls back, breaking our connection for a moment, but then her eyes are on mine again, the haze of lust still strong, but she is focused on me. "I'm yours, Bowie"
"Always," I demand, as I reach between our soaked bodies and use my thumb to strum her clit.
Her pussy clenches around me as she throws her head back on a shout she confirms my demand, "Always!"
I slam into her and groan out my release, marking her as my own. Mine, now and forever.
Morning After
Shay
I wake up, sprawled across Bowie’s naked body. It’s exactly where he put me, after dragging me from the shower. I slide off of him but his arm is still loosely wrapped around me, not allowing me to go too far. When the side of my body hits the mattress beside him, I feel a twinge between my legs. My muscles ache, muscles that I haven’t ever used before. Of course, I’ve had sex but nothing like I experienced last night.
Marcus had a weekly ritual. Every Saturday night, he would come to my room and climb on top of me. This would only last a few moments, before he placed a quick kiss on my lips and crawled out of bed. Never once did we share the same bed, not for sleeping at least. He said that he knew I liked my space, I always had. In other words, Gwendolyn had liked her space. Thank goodness, because that was one thing she and I agreed on.
With Bowie, everything had been different. I felt alive, as if he was the reason I was breathing. I couldn’t get close enough to him. I wanted him to bury himself inside me and never leave. This morning, however, I’m not sure how I can even look at him. The way I acted is inexcusable. I begged him to have sex with me. I pleaded with him after he said no; I forced him to do it or break his promise to my mother.
Soon as that thought passes my mind, the reality of her death forces all thoughts of my time with Bowie away. My mom is gone. I’ll never get to see her again, never get to hold her hand or tell her how much I love her. Just the thought has a sob working its way up my throat. It comes out as a soft whimper but that’s enough to wake Bowie.
“Are you okay, baby?” His arms tighten around me, where he is holding me close to his side.
Trying not to think of Mom, I start to apologize. “I’m so sorry. I shouldn’t have done that to you last night.”
I feel his body go taut. “What the hell are you talking about?”
Not sure what to say, I stumble over my words. “I shouldn’t have… you know... made you do that to me.”
I feel his body vibrate and look up to see a huge smile on his face. He’s laughing, but it’s silent. Still, it’s the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen. “Why are you laughing?”