I looked him in the eyes. He stared back, his cock resting against my wetness. I ran my hands over the back of my thighs until I reached his cock. Then I eased him inside me, encouraging him to go as deep as he could by pulling his hips toward me.
He obliged, rocking his hips upward, grinding against me. We stayed like that for some time. Each pump shook me to my core. I thought-no, I knew-that I wouldn't be able to walk after this. My legs were shaking, and my body felt weak.
Soon, Steven wrapped his arms around me and under my back. He lifted me up slowly. His biceps tightened against my arms as he straightened with his cock still inside me. I wrapped my arms around his neck and held myself to him. My breasts were crushed up against his chest as he began walking us to his bedroom.
I kissed him as we went. I was too turned on not to. I needed to taste as much of him as I possibly could. I didn't want it to end. He returned my kisses with equal greediness until we reached his bed. He sat down with me on his lap, then fell on his back, leaving me sitting atop him.
I braced myself with my hands on his chest. The muscles there were firm and full. I rotated my hips in slow, steady circles. Steven's eyes closed and his hands squeezed my thighs. I kept going, wanting nothing more than to make him feel as good as he was making me feel.
I bounced up and down. He watched me with hungry eyes. He held my breasts and played with my nipples. He pulled me down on top of him and crushed his mouth against mine while he lifted his hips beneath me, burying his cock deep inside me. I continued to rotate my hips until the orgasm that had been toying with me finally broke free.
Steven held me tighter and fucked me hard as I came.
We both felt how much wetter I was. I settled deep on his cock, falling still for a moment as the final shaking of my orgasm left me. Then I started up again, slowly at first, feeling his cock sliding in and out of me. It was pure ecstasy.
"I want you to cum inside me," I told him, straightening above him and arching my back. I braced myself with my hands behind me on his thighs. I was looking up at the ceiling.
Steven grabbed my hips. He held onto me as he thrust upward, that tingling sensation beginning again. It wouldn't take long for me to come again. But I wanted us to finish together. I longed for that feeling of being filled up. I craved it more than I had ever craved anything.
"Steven," I moaned, rolling my neck to look down at him again.
His thumb pressed against my clit. Little explosions of pleasure shot through me. I gasped, and he held me tighter, restricting me from pulling away. His thumb continued to rub me in quick circles. I began to bounce above him.
I held my breasts. The orgasm was coming. I told him I was going to come.
When it happened, I cried out. Steven held himself inside me as he came, too. His muscles were taut beneath me. When he finished, I rocked gently above him, enjoying the silky wetness between us. He pulled me down to him and kissed me.
When we parted, I rolled onto my back. He flipped on to his side to face me and propped himself up on one elbow. I knew he was looking at me. I could feel his eyes scanning the length of my body.
My pussy was swollen and pulsing. My brain felt like mush. My skin was hot and tingly. I ran my fingers through my hair and closed my eyes. "That was amazing," I said hoarsely, realizing I was in desperate need of water.
Steven leaned in closer beside me. His hand wandered down between my legs again. He stroked me, nice and slow, and purred in my ear. "You were amazing."
I let him do what he wanted with his hands. He was a magic worker. Somehow, he managed to stroke the length of my pussy while his thumb flicked over my clit. I would have been content to lay there with him for eternity.
He kissed my nipple and took it in his mouth, suckling on it gently and then pinching it between his teeth. As his mouth tickled my breasts, he slid two fingers inside me. My swollen pussy invited him in and tightened almost instantly. He knew how close I was to finishing again.
I spread my legs further apart for him. I could feel his knuckles against my legs and pelvis as he fingered me. I wondered for a moment if I would be bruised the next morning.
I didn't care. What he was doing felt too good. I moaned beneath him and moved my hips against his fingers. I was going to come. I was so close.
His thumb hit that perfect spot on my clit right when his fingers pushed against my G-spot. My orgasm was wild and quick, tearing through me like an avalanche. I cried out and threw my head back. Steven only fucked me harder.
When my body stopped shaking, he pulled his fingers out of me. I opened my eyes to find him watching me with a smile playing on his lips. "Perfection," he whispered.
I covered my eyes bashfully and rolled away from him.
He slid off the bed and slapped my leg playfully. "Water?" he offered as he made his way over to the bathroom.
"Please," I said, staring at his bare ass as he walked away from me.
When he returned, he handed me a glass of cold water. I drank the whole thing before going to the bathroom myself to tidy up. Sleep would be impossible with how wet I was.
By the time I got back, Steven was lying on his back and was halfway beneath the covers. He invited me in by pulling back the blankets on the other side of the bed. I joined him, and we nestled up against each other.
Curled up against Steven's chest, I thought about how much I had wanted this. I thought about how much I cared about him. This was Steven Marx. He was the man I had always dreamed of being with.
And now that I had been with him, one thing was for certain: I was in love with him.
Chapter 9
Steven
Allie was still curled up against me in the morning. I could smell her coconut shampoo, and her hair was tickling my nose. I had one arm tucked beneath her, and it was completely numb. She was facing away from me, and the blanket was draped over her hips. Her body from this angle was a dramatic curve. I kissed her bare shoulder. She didn't stir. I proceeded to lightly trace my finger down her arm. Goosebumps rose on her skin, but she still didn't wake. I enjoyed lying with her in the stillness of the morning.
Her breathing was deep and calm. She was sleeping soundly. I stole a glance at my clock. It was nearly nine in the morning. We had earned our sleep-in, that was for sure.
Turning back to Allie, I admired the view. I reached down and pulled the blanket off her hips and stared at her ass. Seeing the line down her spine and the two dimples at her lower back made me smile. Her shape was out of this world. I had always thought that about her and wondered why she opted to hide it beneath loose sweaters. Sometimes, when her shirts would inch upward, I would steal a glance at her hips and ass. It always surprised me. She had clearly worked for her body but wasn't the type of woman who needed to show the world her accomplishment.
I was hard again. I wanted to put my cock inside her. I inched closer to her and pressed the tip of my dick against her lower back, urging her to wake up. She moaned softly and shifted in her sleep.
"Allie," I whispered in her ear, squeezing her shoulder gently. "Time to wake up."
She didn't stir at first. I shook her lightly, just enough to warrant a small sigh followed by a yawn.
"I'm awake," she muttered, looking over her shoulder at me with half-open eyes.
"Good," I said, slipping my cock into that delightful space between her legs. She let out a soft, sleepy chuckle. The sound did things to me that made it impossible to think straight.
She arched her back as she stretched. Her ass pressed against my stomach. I grabbed hold of it and then ran my hands over her hips. Her skin was so soft.
"Can I fuck you again?" I asked, my cock growing harder between her thighs.
That laugh of hers flooded the room. I waited, terribly impatient, as she lifted her leg for me, inviting me to put my cock inside her.
I held her leg up for her and edged closer behind her. She looked over her shoulder at me, and then down at my cock. Her eyes were still heavy with sleep, but I saw the desire there that turned me on so much.
The tip of my cock found her pussy. She was dripping wet. Her fingers reached for me, and she grabbed my shaft while I rubbed myself against her. She moaned softly as she began jerking me off. Fuck, she was so sexy.
When she couldn't stand it any longer, she held my dick against her and eased me inside her. Her pussy in the morning felt better than ever. I entered her slowly, enjoying the way the walls of her pussy hugged me.
Her hand was still between her legs. I realized she was rubbing herself. A little moan escaped her lips once I had fully entered her. I pulled myself almost all the way out and slid back in slowly. I repeated this until her hips began gyrating against me.
Then I fucked her as hard and as fast as I could. She was breathless almost immediately. She continued to rub herself, and her pussy tightened around my cock. She came quickly and stifled her cry in a pillow. I followed suit seconds later, pumping her full of my cum. She took it all and held it all, even when I pulled out of her.