Page 107 of Just (Fake) Married
“Lay back,” I said, and she sat down on the bed and scooted back so she was lying down in the middle of the quilt. The fire in the room sent gold rippling over her breasts and I leaned over her to cup one in my hand. She arched into me and bit her lip. I stroked her nipple, leaned forward to pull the other one in my mouth.
“Ethan,” she gasped, clutching at my head. I tongued her and sucked her into my mouth, rolling her other nipple between my thumb and forefinger until she was twisting against me. I reached over and picked up the vibrator.
Her breast came out of my mouth with a pop as I stood up. I put the vibrator in her hand.
“Show me,” I said.
“Ethan,” she whispered, clearly bashful.
“You brought it,” I said, stroking my cock again. “Now I want to see it.”
She took a deep bracing breath and pressed the bottom of the vibrator. It began to hum and twist in her hands. I stepped back, reaching between her legs to make sure she was wet enough. My fingers slipped inside of her. She moaned and bit her lip, her hand holding the vibrator falling to the bed.
“Show me,” I said, and kissed her belly before standing up again and taking a step back so I wouldn’t be tempted too soon. I wanted to see what this woman did when she was alone.
She braced her feet on the edge of the bed, spreading her knees out so she could slip the vibrator between her legs. She touched the tip to her clit and jumped and then groaned, holding it there for a second, before sliding it between the lips of her pussy, spreading them wide with the silicone head. She ran it up and down her slit a few times, touching the head to her clit and then backing off. I loved it.
The way she held her arms, her tits were squeezed together, the nipples so pink. Begging for their own attention. I reached forward and cupped her breast.
Her eyes flew wide and met mine. I smiled at her. “You’re beautiful,” I told her. She shook her head and I cupped her chin with my hand. “You’re beautiful. Now put it inside.”
Crouched over her like this, I didn’t see the vibrator slide into her pussy, but I saw the way her eyes rolled back in her head and how her body jerked.
“Yeah,” I said. “Fuck yourself like that.”
She whimpered, her eyes closed and her hands between her legs, easing the vibrator in and out of her body. Unable to stopmyself, I looked down, watching it slide in. Tracking the way she pushed up just a little when she pushed back inside, like she was running the tip along the inside of her body.
I put my hand over hers. “Let me,” I said, and she dropped her hand, letting me fuck her with the vibrator. I pushed it so the humming, rotating, buzzing thing was deep inside of her and then pulled it out before pushing it back in the way she liked it. She arched, her arms out wide. “Oh my God,” she whispered.
I figured out how to make the other part work, the part that covered her clit. I pressed the button with my thumb and she nearly flew off the bed. Her hand clamped over mine and I thought it was too much and maybe I was hurting her, but she held my hand tight against her. Fucking herself against the vibrator until she went stiff all over and I felt her orgasm against the knuckles of my hand. When the last wave pulsed through her, I pulled the vibrator out and fell to my knees beside the bed, getting my mouth on her.
She winced and jerked away, so I was gentle. Careful. Blowing on her, using the flat of my tongue, staying away from her clit. I just wanted to taste her like this.
After a long second, she pulled on my hair and reluctantly I lifted my head. “There are condoms,” she said. “In the back pocket of my jeans.”
I had a million more plans, but my brain immediately forgot all of them. Now, I had one plan. Get the fuck inside of her as fast as I could.
I untangled her jeans from mine and pulled the silver swatch of condoms from her pocket.
I tore one off, ripped it open and slid it down over my dick. On the bed, she had one arm under her breasts, her other hand between her legs, slowly trailing up and down the lips of her pussy. She was dazed and soft and replete and I was going to fuck her into another plane of existence.
I braced my knee on the edge of her bed and pushed her legs out wide. She scootched herself further up on the bed and her eyes watched me.
I put one hand beside her shoulder and the other I used to notch myself against her pussy. The incendiary heat and wet of her body bathed the head of my cock and nearly made me come. I took a deep breath and then another, trying to get myself under control.
“Come on,” she breathed, arching up against me, taking me inch by inch. “Please, Ethan.”
Well, it was a stronger man than me who could resist this woman begging. I slid into her, pushing her leg back so I got as deep as I could. I pushed her leg more, curling her up on herself and I pulled out and fucked back into her. Deep. Hard.
This was…fuck. I ducked my head. The current had me. I had plans, damn it. I was going to make her come a million times, a million ways, but all I could do was crawl up on that bed, her legs bent against my chest, my hands gripping the other side of the mattress over her head.
“Oh my God,” she breathed, her eyes rolling back again. “Ethan.”
“Too much?” I asked, gritting my teeth, bowing my head so I could suck her nipple into my mouth. “Fuck. Harmony. Is it-”
“So good,” she cried. “So fucking good. Please. Please.”
It was nonsense after that. She was begging and I was telling her she was fucking perfect. Her pussy was so good. She was wet and hot and I could feel the clench of her belly and her ass as she tried to get more of me.
