Page 1 of Coming Home for Love

“Move your hands, Wyn.”

“I can’t. You’re too deep,” I cried.

“Oh, now I’m too deep. You were the one that said, ‘go deep, Si.’”

I wanted to laugh when Osiris mocked me, but I couldn’t with his dick buried deep inside of me.

Osiris grabbed my hands and let out a low chuckle as he locked them behind my back. I told him to go deeper, but that was before I realized what that really meant. This was only my second sexual encounter in life, and apparently, the first guy I was with didn’t have enough dick, because it felt like Osiris was in my stomach.

“Si,” I whined. I was on the brink of an orgasm that felt like it would knock the wind out of me. My stomach clenched when he switched from pounding to slow strokes. His dick hit a spot I didn’t know existed, and fluid shot out of me.

“Damn, Wyn. I didn’t know that shit would be like that.” He released my hands and pushed me down flat onto the bed.

I cried out when he licked my back, and at the same time, he hit my spot again. “Fuck.”

I wasn’t sure how I ended up in his bed, face down, ass up in the first place, because we were supposed to be studying.

Osiris licked and sucked on my back, shoulders, and neck as he continued fucking me slowly. His hips moved in a circle, touching every inch of my walls.

“That feel good to you, Wyn?”

My hands tightly gripped the sheets. Our skin slapped, and moans filled the room as the rain beat against the open window. The breeze that flowed through the window caused chill bumps to rise on my sweaty body.

“Yes, Si. So damn good.”

The mattress springs creaked as he pounded into me.

This was our first time having sex, and this man was fucking me like he loved me. I could see why the other girls around the Creative Culinary campus acted like that about him. Osiris had dick for days, brains, and he knew how to cook. He came from a family of cooks and food critics.

“I’m glad you like it.”

I couldn’t see his face, but I could hear the teasing tone in his voice.

Like was an understatement. I loved it but knew there was no point. I wasn’t anything more than another notch under his belt, and nobody could tell me otherwise. Osiris probably fucked half of the girls at this school. At least that was what I had heard. I never asked him because I didn’t care. Yeah, he was fine and all,but I kept my distance as much as possible. We ended up being partners in one of our classes, and I found out he was a cool dude, but his love life wasn’t my business.

So, I had to ask myself again, how the hell did I end up in his bed getting thoroughly fucked.

The weed and drinks.

My conscience reminded me of the two blunts we smoked and the couple of shots we took. We were studying, and at some point, Osiris convinced me that if we were high, we could study better. I guess he meant studying each other’s bodies because our flash cards and books had been abandoned and tossed on the floor. I wasn’t sure how the liquor came into play, but it did.

It felt like we had been going at it for a while because Osiris was like the damn energizer bunny.

When he sat back on his knees and pulled me up with him so my back was against his chest, and gripped the front of my neck, I almost lost it.

This man was performing some type of sorcery on me. He used his other hand to play with my clit, and if I could have died at the moment, I would have.

Was he trying to make me fall in love? If he was, the shit was working.

“You gonna cum again for me, Wyn?” He whispered in my ear.

When he sucked on my earlobe, my juices flowed out of me like a waterfall. I didn’t know a vagina could get that wet.

“O.” I moaned as his finger moved faster on my clit.

“That’s right. Give me that shit.”

I closed my eyes to enjoy the moment. I wouldn’t be surprised if Osiris pretended it never happened once I left.

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