Page 31 of Just a Number

I shrug. “I can’t help it. My brain is fond of rap. I often get Eminem and 50 Cent lyrics in my head.”

He grins wide and leans over, gripping my face in his hands while he kisses me hard. “So, is that how you want it?” He quirks a brow.

“I need you on top of me.”

“Of course.” He peppers kisses all over my face and smoothly rolls me so I’m lying down with him wedged up against me. “Just give me a minute. I need to grab a condom.” He leaves the bed to pick up his jeans from the floor. He pulls a strip from his pocket and places them on the bedside table.

“Three? You’ve got some confidence, boyo,” I joke, wincing internally as the nickname slips out.

Thankfully, he takes it in his stride with a wink. “Let’s see if you can keep up, lady.”

I let loose a giggle. It’s just all easy with him.

He tears a condom off the strip and rips the corner of the packet open.

“You want to put it on?” he asks, a brow raised.

I shake my head. “No, you.” He rolls it down over his erection, and I lick my lips in anticipation.

“So you want me to cram your feet to the headboard?”

“I’m not sure I’m that bendy.”

I spread my legs wide, giving him plenty of space. He braces a hand beside my head, dipping his mouth low to kiss me. As he slides his tongue into my mouth, his body presses against mine. The weight of him on top of me is just right.

As the head of his cock presses at my entrance, he groans with pleasure before he slides in deep. He pauses and I draw in a breath, enjoying the sensation of being full.

Another kiss.

Then he slides out.

Back in, tortuously slow.

“Faster,” I urge him, needing more.

He picks up speed gradually. The friction of him moving inside me brings a new flood of wetness, easing his way clear. I grip his shoulders, holding on, before I wrap my legs around his hips, trying to pull him all the way inside me, as deep as he can go. His hips begin to piston, his breath increases and I let myself moan. It starts as a whimper before becoming a full-blown purr.

“You feel like heaven,” he moans.

I need more. So I grab his hand, sucking two of his fingers into my mouth, making them nice and wet. I push his hand down between our bodies, letting out a long, low moan when his wet fingers brush against my clit.

“Oh, fuck.” I can’t stay still. I close my eyes, focusing on him circling those rough fingertips around my most sensitive place. His rhythm of thrusts slows as he focuses on my body.

“Are you going to come for me, Mel? Are you going to come all over my cock?”

“Yes,” I gasp as my body tightens around his. I quiver from head to toe, unable to contain the pleasure a moment longer.He brushes his fingers right on top of my clit and I go off like a firework. I close my eyes and all I can see behind my eyelids is a burning light.

“That’s it, baby,” he purrs in my ear before he pulls his hand back up and licks my juices from his fingers.

“I want you to fuck me hard, Alex. I want to see you come,” I tell him with a rasp, still panting from the orgasm.

He reaches up, grabbing on to the headboard. “Hold tight.”

He increases his pace, pistoning in and out of me. The wetness from my orgasm sounds slick as he thrusts. It’s filthy. His cock fits inside me perfectly with just enough stretch.

“Look what you do to me, Mel.”

How he has enough wits about him to verbalise anything at the moment is beyond me. I watch as his expression changes to utter bliss as he reaches the precipice and tumbles over, calling my name. He grinds his cock as deep as it will go and the groan that leaves his lips is heavy and deep.

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