Unspoken(67)

I clutched his head against my chest and moved more quickly, rubbing harder and harder against his cock.

“Use me, Sunshine.” He pushed up against me.

Releasing my breasts, he dipped one hand beneath my shorts. Feeling the wetness that had pooled between my legs, he groaned. “Fuck.” He rubbed me with the flat of his hand, coating his palm and fingers with my desire. “Pull me out,” he ordered.

I pushed down the thick elastic of his gym shorts. His cock was engorged, deep red, almost purple, and pointed straight up in the air. There was a pearlescent drop on the top, and I rubbed my finger across and then tasted the pre-come. Licked it right off my finger as Bo was watching.

Bo’s groan was even louder, and the hand at my waist clenched more tightly.

“You’re doing that on purpose!” he growled at me.

“What?” I tried to look innocent, but with my breasts bare and his hand down my shorts, that wasn’t an easy feat.

“You know what.”

“We really should be studying,” I admonished. “We have midterms coming up.”

“We’ll study after,” Bo said and rolled me under him.

Sheathing himself with a condom, he sat back on his haunches between my legs.

“I think this should be our biology study,” Bo said absently. He held his cockhead at the entrance of my opening with one hand, rubbing the head in short movements up and down. I moved restlessly as he played with me, but his other hand held firm at my pelvis.

“What?” I gasped. My interest in discussing our class subjects had waned completely. I wanted him to slide right into me and fill me up. I pushed my hips up to hurry him along.

“We’re supposed to write about the differences between men and women, right?” I wasn’t sure he required a verbal response. With his attention fixed at the juncture between my legs, I wasn’t sure I was capable of one. I made a “mmhmm” sound, and he went on. “I’m hard. You’re soft. We both have nipples. I love sucking yours.” He stroked the wet tender folds that surrounded him, eliciting a moan from me. “You’re pink and I’m—” He groped for the right word.

“Plum-colored?” I offered breathlessly, as he teased and spread me open. I wiggled my hips a little to invite him to push inside, but he ignored me.

“Yeah, plum-colored,” he murmured. Then he began pushing his broad head inside me, slowly stretching me, rubbing along my sensitive nerves. “Your body stretches to take mine in.”

We both watched as he shallowly shuttled his cock in and out of my opening. He pressed down on my pelvis the whole time so that the pressure built swiftly between my legs.

The ache centered between my thighs spread outward until I was engulfed in a web of need.

“Bo, please,” I begged.

“See our differences. How you’re made perfectly right here for my cock?” He teased me some more.

“God, Bo, right now? Do we have to talk biology right now?” I groaned.

“Why, AM, is there something you want?”

I sat up and grabbed him by the shoulders to pull him on top of me. Wrapping my legs around him, I pushed my pelvis up. “Yes, I want you. Inside me. Now.”

He laughed delightedly against my mouth and then kissed me hard. At my plea, he thrust in until he was seated to the hilt. He let out a low moan and stilled for a minute to allow us both to adjust to his size.

Then with one big hand, he lifted my hips off the bed and began thrusting inside of me. His other arm was braced alongside my head. I turned and licked the sweat and salt off his forearm. I widened my thighs, allowing him to sink even deeper, and wrapped my legs around his waist, resting my ankles on the top of his firm buttocks.

He dipped his head and sucked hard on my neck, his mouth moving frantically across my skin. He sought my lips and kissed me. His tongue moved in rhythm to his thrusts, stroking me hard and fast. I held on, sucking on his tongue, matching his rhythm as best I could. But soon the tension he had so skillfully wrought had me gasping, until all I could do was hold on to him as his hips moved more quickly and became more forceful.

My only thought was more, more, more until I just wasn’t capable of thought at all. I bit down on his shoulder to prevent myself from crying out and locked my legs around him to keep all that delicious feeling in. Dimly I registered a corresponding moan in the pillow by my head, but I was too caught up in the whirlwind of fervid heat skittering across every cell in my body. As I floated down off my high, I reveled in the warmth and weight of his body pressed to mine. He made an attempt to detach from me, but I only clenched him tighter.

“I’m too heavy,” he whispered in my ear.