Page 91 of Brick Wall
Shimmying down the bed a little, I press a kiss to herrounded belly. I love this little nugget more than I ever thought possible. I think I’ve been so worried about letting Maggie and the baby down that I forgot the most important thing is being here, being present.
And right now, I am absolutely here in the moment. The naked moment.
I settle myself between her legs. She’s fucking glistening. “Goddamn, it looks like you missed me.”
In response to my question, she grips the back of my head and presses it firmly to the pretty lips I was just admiring. I might be an idiot sometimes, but I can take a cue. I start to worship her with broad strokes of my tongue, lapping at her greedily and lazily like we have all night even though classes start in a few hours. Her hands hold me steady, but it’s not like I plan on going anywhere until I make her thighs shake and body hum with pleasure. My tongue works her clit, and my fingers play with her folds. She’s rocking herself up onto my face and I can’t get enough. In this position, my bare cock is getting fucked into the mattress and I’m seconds away from losing it when I hear her cry out my name.
It’s all I can do to hold my orgasm back.
I kiss her pussy as she comes down from her high, her hands still holding onto my head. She tastes so damn good that I can’t help but lick her, driving into her with my tongue and setting off a series of aftershocks that have her crying out again.
“Oh, my god,” she breathes. “I can’t believe I’m going to say this, but the hiatus might have been worth it.”
She releases her hold on me, and I rise up on my forearms and smile at her. “I’m just getting started. You know that, right? Or are you good? Ready for bed? Feeling sleepy?” I tease.
“Not tired at all,” she says, shaking her head. The movement makes her tits sway and I’m tempted to pay them somemore attention, but my cock is desperate to be inside her, and I don’t want to wait another second.
I scoot off the bed and stand at the foot, then I hook my hands around her knees and slide her to the edge. I reach around her and grab some pillows and place them underneath her ass so we line up perfectly. “You good?” I ask, looking down at her spread out before me like some angel waiting to be desecrated. If she knew all the filthy things I want to do to her, she’d probably blush. And then start making a list. Maggie’s mind is almost as dirty as mine.
“I’m good,” she answers with a smile. “But I’ll be better when you’re deep inside me.”
Damn, she’s perfect.
“On it, Cinderella,” I say, parting her folds and pressing the tip of my cock to her entrance. “I’m serious, though. If you’ve been on your back too long, we can?—”
“Fuck. Me. Now,” she commands, her words breathy and desperate. What can I do but obey?
I drive into her, one hand on her hip and the other splayed on her belly. Her body is as greedy for me as mine is for hers and soon the room fills with the sounds of muttered curses and the rhythmic cadence of flesh-on-flesh.
“Fuck, you’re beautiful,” I say, pulling back a second just to lean in and fill her up again.
Her mouth widens into an “o” shape, and her tits bounce, so I do it again.
And again.
And once more as my balls draw up tight and my body vibrates with the need to let go and empty every ounce of energy into the sweet, tight channel that’s taking me so fucking good.
Maggie reaches her hand down to touch her clit and the sight has me mesmerized.Fuck.Has she been doing this for two weeks now while I hid out like a coward?
“Jesus, that’s so hot,” I say, the words spilling from my lips as I push into her once
more. “Watching you like that is gonna make come, Maggie. I’m gonna come so hard.”
Her hand stills as her head falls back and body pulses with her release. I can’t hold back another second, so I let go inside her, loving the feel of her skin on mine.
My family has a long sordid history of addiction, so I’ve been careful to avoid the pitfalls they’ve succumbed to. I never drink more than two beers in a night. I don’t smoke anything except what wafts through the vent from Ollie’s room.
But the feeling I get when Maggie lets go for me? I need it. I crave it. I’ll do anything to get more of it.
Maggie’s phone wakes me out of a dead sleep. It’s not her alarm. That won’t buzz for another hour, same time as mine.
The noise that rouses us both from sleep at seven in the morning is an obnoxious dance beat that heralds a call from Vivian. I’m tempted to reach for her phone and tell Viv that her bestie is sleeping, but Maggie’s obviously awake because she answers the call before I can grab the phone.
They’re chattering away, so I stretch and step out of bed to take a piss, grab that shower I skipped last night, and get the day started. Ten minutes later, I’m back in our room planning on bartering with my girlfriend. I feel like it’s a safe bet that she’ll accept sexual favors in exchange for helping me study for my Pre-Calc test.
But the look on Maggie’s face tells me our study session will have to wait. She looks like she’s going to cry again or punch something. She’s standing in front of our closet in leggings that don’t quite cover her very noticeable bump and a bra that barely contains those tits I love so much.
“Do you need a muffin?” I ask, because it’s the second thing my brain came up with. The first was ‘Take off your pants,get back on the bed, spread those pretty legs, and let me fuck you’. I’m definitely on board with that thought, but perhaps now is not the time to suggest sex. Food is always a good idea, though. I bought her a couple muffins from the bakery the other day and I think there’s still one in the fridge.
