More?
I opened my eyes to find him watching me.
“Maybe you’ll want more than two fingers, or even three,” he said again. “But three would be enough to make sure I didn’t hurt you but still keep you nice and tight.”
I splayed my hands out on his stomach and moved back and forth with deliberation, adjusting to the new position and how it changed the way he moved inside me. He put his hands on my hips, fingers flexing, but not pushing me to go at his pace. For the moment, he was letting me have control.
I rose up on my knees, keeping my eyes on his face as I sank back down. I swiveled my hips, leaning forward enough for the base of him to rub against my clit. Over and over I repeated the motions. Up. Down. Around. Up. Down. Around.
“You have no idea how big of a turn-on it is to watch you like this.” He slid his hands up my sides and around to cup my breasts. He pushed them together, then let them fall back to their natural position. His hands moved across my torso, fingers tracing my scar. “Does it bother you?”
“What?” A familiar tightness was starting low in my belly.
“Me touching your scar. Does it bother you?”
I shook my head. “You don’t act like it disgusts you.”
He sat up, wrapping his arms around me. He lowered his head, pressing his lips between my breasts so that he was kissing the place where the scar began. “It doesn’t. It’s a part of who you are.”
I linked my fingers behind his neck, taking advantage of the new position to move faster. I used my grip for leverage and leaned back, working my hips up and down. He put a hand on the small of my back, giving me extra support. Sweat glistened on my skin, and the only sounds in the room were of our ragged breathing and the slap of flesh on flesh as our bodies came together again and again.
His free hand moved to one of my breasts, covering it. He squeezed, and I shivered. He pinched my nipple, and I moaned. Each extra little jolt fed the fire burning deep in my belly, pushing me toward the point where it would finally consume me.
It didn’t matter that we’d only slept together a couple of times or that we hadn’t known each other that long. He knew exactly what I needed, even more than I did myself.
As I leaned farther back, his mouth replaced his hand. He took my nipple between his lips, worrying at it with his teeth. Light pressure, then increasing it more and more until the pressure became a pain, and I cried out. He licked along the scar between my breasts, then up over the soft skin until he arrived at my other nipple.
“J, please, please, please, please,” I begged. My movements were frantic now, little jerks of my hips as I desperately sought release. Breaths came in ragged sobs, and I squeezed my eyes closed, every cell straining toward climax.
“You can do it.” He wrapped his fingers around the back of my neck. “Make yourself come. Come on my cock.”
Fuck.
“That’s it, baby. Use my cock to get yourself off.” His voice had taken on this gravelly tone that made me even wetter. “Let me see those tits bounce. Fuck, you’re gorgeous. Let me see you come. You’re so fucking hot when you come.”
I shuddered, my muscles quivering as everything inside me tensed.
“Dammit!” he growled. “Keep squeezing my cock like that and I won’t last much longer.”
“Come with me,” I begged. “I want to feel you come inside me while I’m coming.”
I practically threw myself forward, grabbing at his shoulders as I ground down on him, my throbbing clit sending sparks of painful pleasure through me until I finally came with a wordless cry. He gripped me tight, body twitching against mine as he followed, emptying himself inside me.
We still had work to do on this relationship and returning to Fort Collins tomorrow wouldn’t make things any easier, but we were in this together, and I believed we could make it. Still, I was glad we’d have the night here in our little bubble, far away from the outside world.