“Oh my God!” He finally gasped and his voice was strained. “I can’t believe how good you feel. I think I want to live here.” He seemed to be enjoying his new experience.
I was incapable of producing anything coherent at the moment so rather than throwing out some witty banter in response I said something like “Ohgaahaad” instead. Feel free to quote me.
He bent his knees, held my hips and started to move under me, thrusting upward, sliding me up and down on his cock in smooth strokes, pulling my hips slightly forward so that my clit was coming into direct contact with his pubic bone every time I took all of him. I saw all kinds of bright colored lights flashing in front of my eyes. I was either more sexually stimulated than I had ever been in my life or the police were parked on his lawn — a realistic possibility, with all the screaming I had been doing. Vaguely I remembered that I was on top and I should probably contribute something to the effort. I started moving up and down under my own power, slowly at first and gradually picking up speed.
“Oh Gabrielle,” he groaned. “That's it, baby. Just like that. Oh yes! Oh fuck! You feel so good.” I felt myself rapidly climbing upward toward an amazing orgasm. “Come on, baby,” he urged. “Give it to me.” I finally arrived at the summit, celebrated madly, and promptly fell over the edge of the cliff before I could even plant a flag. My body shook and he, along with everyone else within a mile radius, got to hear me scream his name again one last time. Wow, he even knew when I was going to come. Such a smart guy. I collapsed against him, shaking and bathed in sweat and he hugged me tightly and stroked my hair. Such a sweet guy too. I wanted to nominate him for something. Take that Vinnie Virillo. That’s how a real man does it.
When I was able to stop gasping for air and some oxygen returned to my brain, I became aware of the fact that he was still very hard and still buried deep inside me. It would be impolite to just leave him like that. Besides, I was never one to waste. There were people going to bed horny all over the world that night.
“So what do you want to do now, Harvard?” I asked shakily. He smiled at me with a dazed look and kissed me lustily. Then he smacked me playfully on the ass.
“Get up, saucy wench and grab onto the headboard.” My stomach did a flip flop. That kind of sexy should come with a warning label. I got up and facing the wall, grabbed onto the headboard as instructed. He knelt behind me and pulled my hips back further so I was leaning over a little more. Then he nudged my knees further apart and with one hand cupping my breast and one hand stroking my clit he leaned over me and began kissing my neck as he positioned himself at my entrance again. When he pushed into me, I moaned and pushed back against him. He began rolling his hips and built up into a steady rhythm, and after some indeterminate amount of time, (What do you think, I was checking my watch?), I felt myself about to come again. He was still multitasking impressively, rolling and fondling and stroking and kissing, when he whispered in my ear.
“Oh baby. Your pussy feels so fucking good. I almost can’t take it.”
And that was the moment when I discovered that having Braden Pierce talk dirty to me during sex was enough to drive me out of my freaking mind. I completely lost control again as my muscles clenched and I trembled and moaned. When the last wave of sensation had passed he urged me down on to my back and he crawled on top of me, bracing himself above me with his arms. He leaned down and kissed me deeply and then he eased into me again. I groaned and he started moving, slowly at first and then faster and faster. I just wrapped my legs around his waist and held on for the ride. I watched him above me with fascination; his eyes were dark, his pupils dilated, skin flushed, hair damp, a sheen of sweat covering him. He was breathtaking.
“Gabrielle!” he bit out in a hoarse voice and suddenly he groaned and went still, I felt him shudder and then he collapsed on me. I took his weight for a few seconds but he quickly rolled onto his back and pulled me onto his chest. I heard his heart hammering beneath me as his breathing gradually slowed down. “So good,” he said, sounding stunned.
“Well, you were right. It fit.” I panted. I decided that I really liked my inner hussy.
“So good,” he said again. “No words.” Our breathing gradually began to return to normal.
“Wow, we've been having sex for almost an hour,” I said, finally glancing at my watch. I was still wearing my watch? Jesus, I really was a lawyer.
“That means we still have two more hours before my parents get home.”
“What are you, seventeen?”
“I can go again after I recover. Believe me, it won’t be a problem. Gabrielle, I have never experienced anything in my entire life that has felt that good.”