Page 81 of The Grump

I moved back and then slammed inside her even harder. Bailey was moving, too, pushing her ass back and forth, meeting my rhythm. I paused every few seconds, kissing her back, especially when she curled up. She was on the edge, but I wanted a better angle, and I needed to feel closer to her.

“Rise up, Bailey. Onto your knees.”

“What do you mean?” she whispered.

I leaned forward, putting my hands on her rib cage, and then pulled her lightly to me. She moved easily, going soft in my arms as I straightened her up.

“Oh my God.” She was once again with her back flat against my chest.

“Are you comfortable like this?”

“Yes. I feel you so deep. It’s surreal.”

I liked this position even more—I could touch her breasts and her clit, feel every vibration of her body as I pushed in and out. My movements weren’t desperate anymore. They were precise, deep, and slow. Even though I was desperate to climax and to bring her pleasure, I knew it would be much more intense like this. I moved my hand aimlessly from her belly to her breasts, resting on her rib cage a few times. I could feel every trepidationin her breath, every time she was too overwhelmed by the sensations.

“Xandeeer!” Her pussy spasmed.

I put one hand to her clit, flicking it with as little pressure as possible. This was heightening everything for her. She dropped her head on my shoulder, closing her eyes.

“I didn’t say you could stop watching the fire, Bailey.”

Gasping, she opened her eyes again and straightened, looking at the fire as if it was all she could do.

“What do you feel, baby? Tell me.”

“My pussy will explode. I can’t even.”

“Do you want me to move faster? Do you want me to let you come?”

“Yes, please, right now. Yes.” Her voice shook and then broke completely on that one syllable.

I pressed my fingers on her clit while I drove deep inside her. She cried out instantly, and then her body went completely rigid. She dropped her hands by her sides and her head back on my shoulder. This time I didn’t say anything, just watched her succumb to the pleasure, giving in to it completely. The rhythmic squeezing of her pussy drove me insane. I couldn’t postpone my own climax any longer. I moved faster, thrusting deeper.

“I need you on all fours, gorgeous. Right now.”

“Whatever you need, Xander. Anything.” She planted her palms on the floor. I rested one hand on the middle of her back, the other on her clit. She was still so sensitive.

“I want to make you come again right now, while I’m still buried inside you, before I let go.”

She came the next second. The force of her orgasm shocked me completely. She’d come so beautifully only seconds ago that I didn’t think she could come so powerfully again, but I’d been wrong. She cried out, and her elbows gave in. She lowered hershoulders before straightening them up again, as if a current had gone through her, and threw her head back.

Watching her let go a second time sent me right over the edge. My climax was just as powerful as hers. I couldn’t stop it if I wanted to, and fuck if I did. I wanted to freeze this moment in time so it would never end.

“Babe, you feel so damn good.” I no longer followed a rhythm, just let my body take over, doing whatever it needed in order to ride out the pleasure. It seemed never-ending. She was still crying out; I knew this was just as intense for her and just as surprising.

My climax wound down almost at the same time hers did. I made myself push until she felt soft under my hands. The change was subtle, but I couldn’t possibly miss it. Her muscles relaxed everywhere in her body.

“Xander,” she whispered as I pulled out. She curled up on the carpet, tucking her feet under her.

“Babe, are you comfortable?”

She glanced at the fire. “I’m trying to memorize everything about this moment. It’s perfect,” she whispered in a lower tone, as if afraid I might hear her. But I wanted her to know that I was right there with her, so I brought my mouth to her ear.

“I know. It’s the same for me.” When I moved back slightly, I noticed she was watching me with wide eyes.

“Really?”

“Yeah.” I took one of the blankets from the couch and put it over her.

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