“Mmmm…” I moan with pleasure as I feel his lips, tongue and teeth on my back. His cock is now moist with my saliva and his pre-cum, sliding deliciously slow over my folds and clit, still sensitive from the orgasm he just graced me with.
My body flushes as I feel an orgasm building inside of me. Fisting the blankets, I press my forehead into the wall of pillows in front of me as my body stiffens.
“Ohh God!” I scream, as my body quakes and tingles from my head to my toes as an orgasm tears through me.
Before I can come down from my orgasm, Jordon is slipping his cock deep inside of me. Slowly inching his way inside, filling every single inch as he buries himself balls deep.
I was so lost in bliss; I didn’t realize he had slipped on a condom, but I’m glad he did. I don’t to ruin the moment by having him pull out to put one on.
Better to be safe than sorry, we don’t know how many people either of us has been with, and how many they’ve been with before us.
“You feel even better than I imagined you would. Perfection wrapped around my dick.” He hisses between clenched teeth, as he begins sliding his cock almost completely out before driving it back into me.
He thrusts into me, slamming against my cervix. He delivers a rush of pleasure mixed with pain as he pushes my body past its comfort zone and making every nerve ending inside me fire up. Lying on my elbows, I clench the blankets and arch my back at the perfect angle so his balls swing and slam against my clit, stimulating it.
My body relaxes with each passing second and every thought and fear that was bouncing around inside of my head vanishes. I hear nothing but the sounds of our moans, heavy breathing, and skin slamming against skin.
Jordon’s moans, as I clench my pussy around his cock, are the most erotic fucking sound I’ve ever heard.
Leaning over me, Jordon sets one hand beside my head to hold his body up, while the other is massaging my breasts. The pinching and twists tease my sensitive nipples, sending my head spinning as ecstasy washes over me.
His taut, muscular body, slick with sweat, and his hardened nipples pressing against my back, feel like a live sparking wire on my skin, awakening every nerve ending in my body. The electrifying sensations erupting between us has my body humming with need for Jordon’s touch, craving it like my body craved coke; there’s no high like this that can be manufactured.
My body starts to become ridged, and my muscles contract as the orgasm builds deep inside of me. I begin rocking my body, meeting Jordon’s thrust with an animalistic passion as I chase my climax.
Sitting up, Jordon grips my hips possessively, as he starts thrusting feverishly into me. Within seconds, he’s stiffening behind me as I feel him finishing. My screams, mixed with his cries of pleasure, echo and bounce off of the walls. My body convulses and clenches around his pulsating cock to milk the cum out of him. I ride out one of the most intense orgasms to ever explode through my body.
I feel Jordon slowly pulling out of me before removing himself completely. The feeling of his hands sliding over the curves of my ass is soothing as he places kisses against both of my back dimples.
Rolling onto my side, I lie on the bed as I try to get my breathing back to normal.
Jordon glances at me momentarily before slipping his condom off and knotting it. “Bathroom?” He asks, as he slides off of the bed with a nervous smile on his face.
It’s adorable.
I watch as his muscles flex with each movement he makes on the way to the bathroom. He has to be one of the most attractive men I’ve ever seen. It’s going to be difficult being around him all the time and not being together with him like this. But it’s for the best.
“Right through that door is the en-suite.” I tell him, pointing towards the white door behind me.
“Thanks, I’m going to clean up real quick.”
As he disappears into the bathroom, I feel the atmosphere in the bedroom swiftly changing, and the sense of the air being vacuumed out of the room.
I feel that all too familiar feeling taking over my body.
Guilt.
Sliding off of the bed, I go to my dresser to remove my earrings, and out of habit I pull out one of Cane’s old t-shirts. I normally sleep in them every night. They’re becoming worn and faded, but I’ll wear them until they disintegrate before I’ll throw them away.
Climbing back into my bed, I pull the covers over my body and stare down at my diamond engagement ring with the two tiny butterflies and small rubies. Twisting it, I think about the feelings Jordon has awakened within me that I haven’t felt in such a long time. I didn’t think I’d ever feel them again.
I’m struggling with the fact that I don’t know how to deal with them. On one hand, I’d rather spend my life numb and alone because I can’t imagine my life with anyone but Cane. On the other hand, it feels great to appear normal for a few minutes, instead of like a grieving widow.