Page 23 of Enemy Crush
“Do you have a condom?” she whispers as I’m kissing my way down her stomach and to her panties that the tips of my finger just slid under. I pull back and grab my jeans off the floor. I pull out my wallet and find the condom inside. I hold it up, showing it to her. “Are you sure you want to do this? There’s no rush.”
She offers up a half smile. “We’ve waited long enough,” she says, pushing her panties down her legs. I’m frozen as I watch that thin lace travel down her legs and sail through the air and into the floor. When I look back, I find her completely bare. Her knees are together, but I want to see more. I press a kiss against one knee and then the other. I drop the condom onto the bed as I place my hands on her legs. Slowly, my hands pull her legs apart while my lips travel up her thighs and to her center.
When I run my tongue between her folds, she lets out a deep moan that makes my dick jump with excitement. My tongue finds her wetness and her sweet taste washes over me. I lap at her clit before sucking it into my mouth. Her back is arching up off the bed as whimpers leave her mouth, but I don’t stop or slow. I want to slide inside her, but I want to make sure she’s more than ready for me.
“I’m going to come,” she whispers around labored breaths.
I double my pace until her knees are shaking on either side of my head and she’s crying my name over and over. When I’m sure she’s gotten what she needs, I pull away and wipe her juices from my lips. I push my boxers down my legs and kick them into the floor with the rest of my clothing. Her eyes widen when she takes me in. I tear open the condom with my teeth as I watch her.
“What’s wrong?”
She shakes her head. “Nothing’s wrong, but you may have to take it slow with that thing.” She motions toward my dick that’s standing at attention.
I slide the condom over my length. “Trust me, sweetheart. I’d never hurt you,” I say, taking my place on top of her once again. Our lips meet for a soft, slow kiss. She threads her fingers into my hair and tugs at the root.
“Fuck me, Paxton,” she whispers against my lips and hearing those words coming from her mouth causes me to lose all ability to think. I take myself in hand and guide the tip to her opening. I slide in easily at first, then have to pull back and sink in a little deeper. She’s hot and tight around me, so tight I feel like I could explode at any minute.
Her hands squeeze my biceps and I ease back out, wanting to break her in easily. Each time I push into her, I go a little deeper until I can’t go any further. I pause and kiss her, wanting to give her time to adjust. She bites my lower lip and squeezes her thighs around my hips and I take the hint to start moving again.
I pull back and thrust into her as deep as I can go and I feel her tighten around me as a moan leaves her mouth. Her nails dig into my back, egging me on. My hands tour her body, caressing her breasts, hips, and ass as I continue to move inside her. She feels like heaven, but she’s hot like hell.
I feel like I’m ready to explode so I roll us over and pull her down on top of me where I watch as she moves herself up and down my length. Her breasts are bouncing and her head is back, mouth agape as she moans and whispers. My hands tighten on her hips and I rock her back and forth against me. I feel her tighten around me again and within moments, she’s coming undone.
I watch as the expressions on her face change. I watch the way she squeezes her eyes shut, the way her brows pull together. I memorize the sounds that are coming out of her mouth and I revel in it all. When she falls back to earth, I can’t hold myself back anymore. I roll us back over and pound into her until I can’t see straight. My release rises and explodes and I ride out every last wave her beautiful body provides.
With the last thrust, my body goes limp and I rest against her on the bed. Her fingers comb through my hair and I feel the way her heart is pounding against her chest. We’re both sweating and stuck to one another and when I lift myself up, it feels like peeling your leg off a leather seat in the dead of summer.
I fall to her side and she rolls up against me as we both try our best to calm our erratic breathing. Neither of us talk for several long minutes. Finally, her giggle reaches my ears and I look over at her with a brow raised. “What?”
“I just… I never thought that we’d be here.”
I laugh. “Yeah, me either. But I’m glad we are.”
Her eyes move up and lock on mine.
“I’ve always wanted you, Stella. Ever since I was a little kid and I was running my bike through that doll house of yours. That’s why I picked on you, you know? I know it sounds like a shitty excuse, but it’s true. You were beautiful and I wanted you even though I didn’t know what that meant. I didn’t know what else to do.”
She laughs and shakes her head slightly. “I’ve always liked you too. Well, not always. Not back then. I just thought you were a mean and stinky boy.” She laughs. “But things changed in high school. You started turning into this man and I couldn’t deny that I was attracted to you. I think that only added to the hate I had for you all these years.”
“It wasn’t really hate though, was it?”
She shrugs one shoulder. “I guess not, but it felt awfully close. I wanted you and I thought I’d never have you, so I wanted to hate you. But I guess I never really did.”
“I could never hate you. Now all those guys I had to watch you date, those guys I hated,”
She laughs. “Even your old football buddy, what was his name?”
“Travis. Yeah, haven’t talked to him since then.”
“Shut up.”
I laugh. “No, we’re friends, but it was rocky there for a bit.”
She rests her head on my chest and I wrap my arm around her. “So, what now?”
“What now?” I ask.
“Yeah, I mean…us sleeping together, does that make us a couple or was this just a random thing?”
