Page 27 of Come Apart
She arches into me, hard. Throws her head back.
She reaches for me, scraping her nails against my back.
I move deeper, slower, feeling every inch of her around me.
It's maddening.
But I have to hold out.
Alyssa groans. She digs her nails into my back. Hard enough to draw blood.
I shudder.
Her nails are the sign she's close.
Everything else fades away.
It's only Alyssa. Only her lips, her teeth, her nails, her lush tits, her curvy legs.
And her groans.
Her groans build and build, louder and louder. The only thing I know is that I need more of them. I need her coming around me.
I thrust into her.
She groans.
I move faster. Harder. Deeper.
Her tits shake and bounce with the force I'm using.
I reach out to squeeze one soft mound.
Her eyes snap open.
She screams. "Don't stop."
No possibility of that happening. Her nails scrape against my back. She's panting, screaming, shaking.
Then her eyes flutter closed. Her moans reach a crescendo and she comes, convulsing around me.
Afterwards, her breath steadies once more.
Her eyes find mine.
"Don't stop."
She unhooks her ankles and wraps her legs around my waist. Her hands press into my back and she pulls me closer.
Her lips find mine. She kisses me hard, her tongue sliding over mine.
And she rocks her hips into me.
I thrust into her, desperate.
Her lips stay on mine, her tongue still probing my mouth, her nails still sharp on my back.
The ache inside me grows. I'm tingling everywhere and she feels so damn good.
