The Pact(61)

He’s right about that. Even though I’ve just come and my head is still swimming, I want nothing more than to open my legs wider and have him thrust inside.

As if he can tell that, he kisses me hard on the lips and then leans over to the bedside table. With the long reach of his arm, he pulls open a drawer and brings out a small box of condoms. He sits up, straddling my thighs, and I watch as he opens a condom packet and rolls it on to the rigid length of his cock, a sexy sight if I’ve ever seen one.

Though I am on the pill, I’m glad that he’s taking the initiative to be smart about this. It’s kind of weird, yet comforting, to be with someone when you know a lot of their history of relationships and one-night stands.

“You know when you grabbed me before?” he whispers. “Do it again. Guide me inside you.”

“Okay,” I say shyly. I bite my lip and smile up at him as he sucks in his abs so I can reach down. I wrap my fingers around his cock, spread my legs and guide him to the right spot. He closes his eyes and sucks in his breath before pushing inside.

I gasp. For a moment I feel like I’m splitting open but by the time he withdraws and pushes in again, my hips drop, my body relaxes and then conforms to him. He fits like a fucking glove inside me, so thick, making me feel so beautifully, wonderfully, impossibly full.

And then I’m suddenly so aware that Linden is inside me, Linden. We’re naked and he’s inside me and he’s actually fucking me on his bed.

Linden is fucking me.

God, he fucks good.

He groans in my ear with each slow, deliberate thrust. “You feel like honey,” he murmurs, biting down my lip before he groans again as he pushes into the hilt and holds it there for a few, torturous seconds. “So warm, so perfect. You’re so fucking perfect.” He pulls away to look at me “I can’t believe I have you.”

Haven’t you always had me? I want to say that to him. But then again, I’m not sure if I always knew that myself.

He slides himself in and out of me with ease, his breath quickening, the sweat and heat building between us. His cock fills me to the brim and his fingers act like they know my body better than I do. And all this time, Linden remains in control, the pace just perfect, alternating between fast and hard and achingly slow. I’m close to coming again, my neck arching back as he pulls out, then pushes in deep. In and out. In and out. Then he slows and pulls out entirely.

“Hold on,” he says gently as he takes his hand out from between my legs and trails it up my chest, my own wetness sticking to me. He lowers his head and licks it up until his mouth is between my breasts. “I love your taste,” he whispers. “So fucking good, baby.” Then he puts one hand under my shoulder and says, “Get on your stomach. Hips in the air.”

I’m not usually accustomed to changing positions during sex and he must see the worry on my brow because he smiles. “I told you I was going to take my time. You’re going to come again and when you do, you’re going to come hard. Trust me.”

I guess I’m all right with that. I turn over and he puts his hands on either side of my waist, pulling my ass toward him as he inches forward. “That’s it baby, just like that,” he whispers, squeezing my skin.

He guides himself in with ease and from this angle everything changes. He leans forward, his hard, damp chest pressing against my back, and whispers in my ear, “Lie down on your chest, as low as you can go. Keep your ass up.”

He pulls me up more and pushes in.

Oh, Jesus.

Remember when I was talking about James, and how one of the reasons I probably stayed with him was because the sex was great? You know, that magic piercing he has to hit that special spot?

Well, Linden doesn’t have a magic piercing but I’m starting to think his dick is magic because it’s hitting something that’s immediately making my knees want to buckle.

“That’s it,” he says and starts rubbing my clit while he moves in and out. Every time he’s in, I can’t help but gasp. Then the gasps turn to moans and my breathing is out of control and he’s pushing, thrusting, drilling into me from behind. The room fills with the sharp hiss of his breath, his groans of lust, his thighs slapping the back of mine.

“So good,” he moans. “You feel so good. God, I love fucking you. Your body just begs to be fucked.”

It’s not long before I’m practically eating the bed sheet trying to contain myself and the words that want to fall out of my mouth. There are too many emotions and feelings competing for the space inside me.

Something has to give.

So I do.

It sneaks up on me like a rogue wave and immediately pulls me under. I’m tumbling, dizzy, as my body quakes and tremors and my world goes around in a whirl of release. I am loose, I am undone, I am free. And Linden is grunting out my name, his fingers gripping me hard, like he really can’t let go.