“Climb up on the bed for me,” he says, gesturing at the pillows.
“What?” Confusion throws off my instincts and has me just standing there.
“You heard me. Get up on the bed there. Might as well make this bed really look used, right?”
He stops, his dick waving as its heavy weight continues to move. Back and forth. Back and forth. I get all tingly just looking at it.
“What are you going to do?” I ask, my voice barely above a whisper. My heart is beating like crazy.
“Hands and knees,” is all he says.
I’m shaking, but I am all-in on this game. Hell to the yeah, I am. Screw people figuring out what we did last night. Screw taking a shower. And screw fake-messing-up this bed. Let’s do this.
I climb up on the bed and get on my hands and knees.
Mick gets up behind me and turns me around so I have my head up near the pillows.
After a five-second condom pause, the tip of his dick is up against my folds, pressing in, sliding up and down to get slippery, and then pressing into me again.
I can’t see him. All I can see are pillows and the headboard. I’m already sweating and trembling, just over the idea of him taking me this way. I love that he just grabs control and tells me what’s going to happen. I’ve never been with a guy like that. Every other experience has been fumbling around in the dark with a guy I could care less about and me calling way too many of the shots.
A feeling of my body stretching uncomfortably pulls me back into the moment.
“I can’t believe we’re doing this,” I say, my mind going a little la-la. I am no longer in control of my mouth.
“Why not? You like it, right?” He pushes into me a little more. I know there’s a lot more to go, though, and I’m already panting like a damn dog.
“Yes, I do like it.” I moan louder as he goes in a little bit farther.
He’s got his hands on my hips, and he’s using his thumbs to pull me open wider. He slides in more and I push against him, trying to hurry the process. My breasts swing below me in the rhythm that he sets from behind.
He pulls away. “Uh, uh, uh … just be patient.”
I reach up with one hand and hold onto the headboard. “I’m not a patient person,” I say, almost growling.
He leans over and pushes more of himself into me while his hand reaches around and his fingers go to my clit. My body’s response is instantaneous, surprising me. I buck and push back into him hard, taking him into me as my insides spasm with the beginnings of an orgasm. Already? What the …
He’s pounding into me now, somehow figuring out that it’s exactly what I need.
I scream. Over and over, and yeah, it’s not a cute sound, either. It’s possible the cops will be called out for a suspected murder, but right now all I care about is getting this orgasm monster out of me.
Mick is yelling like a man gone wild right along with me.
When I lose all sensation in my legs, I collapse into the bed on my stomach. He lands on top of me, never missing a stroke. His hand is under me, still touching me down there while he pounds into me from behind. I lift my ass as high as I can to feel it all and take him into me completely, and then five seconds later it’s game over. Exactly twelve strokes more and I am a puddle of goo under a man who feels like he weighs eight hundred pounds.
I try to breathe around the pillow. “Hello. Hello? Gah, trying to breathe here.”
He reaches up and yanks the pillow out of my mouth. My hair moves over to cover my face.
“Thanks. I think,” I say, trying to blow a hole into the hair-curtain that is making it almost as hard to breathe as the pillow was.
Mick hears me and comes to my rescue, which is great because I seem to be suffering from some sort of temporary paralysis. I can’t move anything but my mouth.
“Better?” he asks me, after moving my hair gently over to the other side of my head.
I smile, my eyes closed. “Yes. Better. Thank you.”
He pulls out of me and lands on his back next to me.
“You are something else,” he says, breathing out long and loud.
I open my eyes, and the first thing I see is him lying there staring at the ceiling.
“If you say so.” I do a push up, my arms finally working again. “I’m going to get in the shower.”
“Yeah, me too,” he says, sitting up on the side of the bed.
I stand next to my side of the bed, looking at his back. “Can I go first?”
“No.” He stands up and walks into the bathroom without another word.