Page 108 of Resisting the Running Back

I do what he says, and the counter is cold as ice against my back. I don’t care, though. I know he’ll make enough heat between us that I won’t even feel it in another minute or two.

He yanks my jeans off along with my panties and my shoes once he gets far enough down, and I’m suddenly lying naked on the kitchen counter.

“Mm,” he murmurs, and he moves toward my tits first. He sucks one into his mouth, and heat sears through me. He seems to get an idea after a few moments of sucking on each of my nipples as he moves away from me.

He opens the freezer and grabs some ice cubes, and then he returns to me.

He circles one of the cubes around one of my nipples as he sucks the other one into his mouth. The heat of one and the ice of the other make the ache between my legs throb with need for relief. My hips start to sway as they search out something, anything, to give my pussy some friction and relief, but there’s nothing there.

He chuckles as he watches me, and then he takes one of the ice cubes and slides it down my torso and over my clit.

I cry out at the sting of cold, grateful to finally have some friction there even if it’s ice.

He moves his mouth to follow the trail the ice just made from my tits to my pussy, his tongue heating up the spaces the ice touched, and when his tongue moves against my clit, my hips buck up off the counter and toward his mouth.

I grip onto his head with my hands as I wrap my legs around his neck. I start to grind against his mouth, and he gives me that magical tongue of his as he slides it from my clit down into my pussy. He moves it back to flick against my clit, and every time he does it, my hips jerk off the counter.

His fingertips are cold as they move up to my nipples, but I don’t even feel the sting of the cold anymore because what he’s doing to my pussy is making me hot absolutely everywhere.

I cry out his name as he continues his assault with his mouth, and he pulls back just enough to say, “I want this pretty cunt to come all over my tongue.”

His breath is hot against me, and he slides his tongue back inside me before he moves his finger down to replace it. He sucks on my clit, his tongue moving back and forth over the bundle of tight nerves, and that’s when I lose it.

I shatter into a million pieces with this orgasm as he continues to suck on my clit while his finger moves in and out of me, and my legs clench around his ears as my body rides the intense wave of pulse after pulse of pure pleasure.

I scream my way through it, some string of incomprehensible words like,Oh my God, Miller, fuck yes!coursing out of me, and when the rolls of pleasure start to slow and I come down from the clouds, I realize how tense my entire body is. I relax back onto the cold counter, not feeling much of anything except the warm glow of satisfaction as it takes over all the other senses.

He kisses my pussy sweetly once he sees me visibly relax, and then he moves his lips to my hip and my stomach and up toward my tits.

Even in this moment of pure satisfaction, I can’t help but wonder if those things will change, if I’ll grow and swell over the next nine months.

We won’t know for a while, but suddenly I feel that connection back with him in the way we’d been missing for the last few days.

It feels like a relief, like a weight has been lifted from my shoulders.

He kisses my lips, and then he pulls back and whispers, “I took care of that sweet cunt first with my tongue. Now I’m going to wreck it with my cock.”

Oh. My. God.

Yes, please.

“God, Miller, yes. Give it to me.” My own voice sounds whiny to my ears, but I’m not in a state where I currently much care.

He pulls that beautiful cock of his out and rolls on the condom, and then he yanks my body so my ass is right at the edge of the counter. His eyes are on mine as he slides into me, both of us moaning at the feel of his entrance—for me, the gorgeous, full feeling of having him back inside me, and for him, the tight, sweet feel of my cunt pulling him in.

He moves slowly at first, and I wrap my legs around his torso since I have nowhere for them to go. He holds onto my thighs as he slams into me, and something about this angle is different and hot as hell. He’s looking down at me with so much love and adoration as he pushes as deep as he can, and I hope he can see that same feeling reflected back at him.

It’s in this moment that the shakiness of the last few days seems to pass, and the feeling like we can conquer anything as long as we’re together washes over me.

The only problem is that over the next six months, we won’t reallybetogether. Not as much. Not like we have been.

I don’t know the solution, but I do know that right now, this is what I want. Miller. Us. Intimacy. Connection. Love.

“Fuck, you’re so tight, Soph. God, I love you.” He’s gritting out his words through his thrusts, his voice raspy and passionate as he gives in to the beautiful feeling growing between us.

His words of love are everything I need to push me into another climax.

“Oh, God, Miller, I’m coming,” I yell out in reply, and as my body starts to contract over his, he grits out a loudfuckas he starts to come, too.

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