“I could get used to this,” I murmur.
I expect him to position himself between me, but Nate has other plans.
“On your knees,” he demands. “I want you facing the headboard.”
I do as he says, my hands gripping tightly onto the wood. I feel his cock behind me, his tip pushing up against my ass. I almost jump out of my skin, and he laughs.
“Don’t worry,” he says. “I’m not going to put it there. I’m too thick without serious preparation.”
I shiver to think what that would entail. Nate kisses my neck, his breath hot and tingling against my ear. I tilt my head back onto his chest, giving him greater access to whatever he wants. His hands squeeze my breasts, pinching my distended nipples. I can feel his cock sliding between my pussy, my dripping snatch lubing up his steel shaft. He slides his cock back and forth, his ten inches appearing and disappearing between my shaved lips. Each stroke brushes up against my throbbing clit, needy and swollen, and I sigh, practically melting against the man. I can see the weeping head of his cock, pearly with his lust, smearing it all over my thighs.
And then, in one smooth motion, he parts my pussy and breaches me, practically skewering me onto his cock. His other hand pushes me down between my shoulder blades, increasing the angle, letting him get even deeper. My mouth is open in an ‘O’, as he pulls back and thrusts in again. His hands are bruisingly hard on my hips, holding me steady as he fucks me in deep, powerful strokes, making my body shake. My pussy gushes with each thrust, each time stuffed full with Nate’s cock. Pleasure bursts inside of me every time his cock hits my secret spot, I’m gasping for breath. Our bodies are making obscenely loud noises as we join, and for a second I think about Renee, but then another thrust blanks my mind with pleasure. I drop down, my head heavy on the pillow, letting him even deeper into my womb.
“Fuck, yes, baby,” Nate says through gritted teeth. “I love seeing your pussy take my cock.”
I moan into the sheets, using it to muffle my screams as he stretches my tunnel around his cock. My breathing is shallow, and I know I’m close, so close. My legs are shaking, I don’t know if I’m upright because of me or because of Nate’s iron grip on my hips. Over and over he slams into me, my nipples brushing up against the bed, friction adding another element to my pleasure.
He slides in and out of me, all ten inches of him filling me up. With each thrust, I tighten around him, my walls unwilling to let him go. I hear him swearing above me, and it makes me feel good knowing that he’s just as close as I am. I’m being lifted higher and higher by Nate’s cock, pleasure stripping any thought left from my mind. All I could think about was Nate inside of me. His thrusts become shorter, harder as I make it more difficult for him to pull out of me, and he puts his hand on my clit again, rubbing hard, and then my world explodes, and I’m falling, falling, my body thrashing with ecstasy like nothing I’d ever known before.
Nate fucks deep into me one last time, biting down on me as he comes, pumping his seed inside of me. Owning me completely. I can feel him filling me up, hot and sticky, marking me with his cum. My pussy draws it in, instinct pulling his cock inside, not letting go of him until I’ve received every last drop.
He falls to the side of the bed, so that we’re spooning. I love that he’s still inside of me, that he won’t let me go, even now after he’s satisfied. Like it’s more than just a fuck for him. Nate kisses softly along my neck, and my whole body just relaxes in the safety of his arms.
I should probably get Plan B tomorrow, I think, as I drift off to sleep.
Nate
The clouds over the city finally poured down the rain through the night, threatening to ruin my plans for our last full day together. But when I wake up in the morning, the sun is shining, and you wouldn’t have known if not for the puddles in the streets. Renee’s already left the apartment when I wake up and enter the kitchen where Emilia is busy cooking up breakfast.
“Morning,” she says, wearing nothing but an apron. “I’m making some blueberry pancakes.”
“My second favorite breakfast,” I tell her, snaking my arms under the apron to cup her breasts. “You’re the first.”
She laughs and swats my hand.
“Come on,” she says. “You promised me a full day of sightseeing.”
“I did, didn’t I?” pulling my hands back slowly.
Emilia slides another pancake onto a stacked plate and hands it to me.
“So come on,” she says. “Eat up. I’m excited to get out of the house.”
“I thought you were enjoying it,” I tell her as I set the pancakes down and pour myself a cup of coffee.