Page 72 of Play For Me
“I don’t have a condom on,” I manage to get out through my tight jaw. I pulled out last time, but I don’t think I have the strength to do it tonight. I need to be in her for as long as I can tonight.
“It’s okay. I’m on birth control,” she whispers. “I want to feel all of you.”
Her plea overrides any other thoughts as I fill her in with one hard thrust.
“Jesus Christ,” I pant, squeezing my eyes shut. The sheer intensity of what I’m feeling slams into me. I’ve never gone bare before her and without the haze of the alcohol like last time, I’m able to truly bask in the feel of her.
When I open my eyes, I lock onto hers, and everything around us seems to fade away as I slowly start to move inside her. I know my piercing has to be intense this way as it drags along her inner walls. Her body bows to me as she meets my thrusts head-on.
Nothing has ever felt so right. I have no doubt in my mind that we are exactly where we are meant to be.
“Miles,” she whispers, her eyes searching mine. I see what I’ve been wanting to see shining in her eyes. Even if it’s not spoken yet, it’s enough for me to know she’s feeling the same.
“It’s okay, baby. I feel it too. No pressure, remember. Just take what I’m giving you now.”
She nods her head slightly and gives herself over to me in the only way she can right now. She’s trusting me with her body, and soon she’ll have no choice but to trust me with her heart.
I reach up and untie her hands, and she quickly runs them over my body, feeling as much of me as she can. Her legs wind around me tightly as her heels dig into my back as I go harder into her.
“Fuck, your pussy is the best damn thing I’ve ever felt,” I groan as I slide out slowly and push back in to pure heaven. “Being inside you like this and able to feel you soak my cock is a high unlike anything I’ve ever felt before. It’s making me mad for you,” I whisper against her lips.
I go deep and slow, dragging the ball against her tight pussy memorizing every sigh and moan she makes so I know exactly what she likes. I feel her walls tighten as I go deeper, bringing her close to the brink of letting go.
“Olivia, look at me.” Her eyes flutter open as she tries to focus on me. “Keep them right here, love. I want to watch you when your body surrenders to me.” I fill her deep and hard, bringing us both over the cliff together.
A thousand emotions flash across her features as our souls collide. Our bodies pulse together as we both fall into an ecstasy that I don’t ever want to come back from. Her cry is muffled as she bites her bottom lip. At the exact same time, a deep growl escapes me as I give her another first of mine. I pour inside her and fill up her sweet pussy claiming what’s mine.
No barriers.
No restraints.
Just our bodies blending together as one.
A single tear falls down her cheek, and I gently brush it back as we land softly in each other’s arms. Without wanting to break contact, I roll us to our side and hold her close to me as she burrows against my chest.
My heart beats fast and steady, matching the one I feel against my chest coming from her.
I have a million things I want to say, but I remain silent, not wanting to break the connection we're feeling right now.
Eventually her breaths even out, and I can tell she’s drifted off to sleep. I lie there for what seems like hours just holding her and enjoying having her in my arms. I’ve never cuddled before because it always seems too intimate to me. With her, I can’t get enough. Another first I’ll gladly give her.
Sometime in the middle of the night, I finally drift off to sleep and join her.
At first,I’m disoriented when I feel the warm body snuggled up against me. My arm is possessively around her waist, keeping her locked in place. The roundness of her ass pressed against my dick is what eventually lulls me out of my slumber.
Honey-blonde hair fans across the pillow, and I bury my face in the sweet smell. It’s the first time I’ve slept with a woman in my arms all night. Most of the girls I’ve been with leave the night of. I don’t want the emotional attachments it can bring or to give them any reason to believe that I want more. I’m not into leading them on or playing with their feelings. They know exactly where I stand when I take them home with me.
But this… This I could get used to.
Wanting to respect her wishes, I know I need to leave beforeBee wakes up, but I still have some time as the first light of day starts to stream in through the window and dance along her skin. I’m not ready to leave just yet, as I enjoy the simple pleasure of waking up next to her.
My hand is splayed across her stomach as I kiss her bee tattoo. She starts to stir in her sleep, and I smile against her neck as her body naturally gravitates toward me as she burrows deeper into my body.
“Good morning, beautiful,” I whisper, grazing my teeth against her skin. “How did you sleep?”
“Like a baby,” she sighs as I continue to kiss her neck. “What time is it?” She asks, suddenly waking up more.
“The sun just rose. What time does Bee usually wake up?”
