Page 68 of Afterglow
The metal of the piercing clicks against my teeth when I flick my tongue across. I suck until Bea arches from the bed, gushing out my name. My cock leaks against her thigh with a friction-seeking thrust.
“I need you inside me,” she pleads, stroking my length and drawing my mouth to hers for a sweltering kiss that nearly has me caving and finishing too quickly.
“Fuck,please, gorgeous,” I plead back, sounding more desperate than she does. “I wanna give you whatever you want.” My lips coast across hers. “Everything you want.” I nip into her plump bottom lip, finally fulfilling an earlier fantasy. It’s better than I imagined. “But I wanna take my time, fuck you as slowly as possible.”
Bea clinches her thighs around my rock-hard length in response, and I bite back a groan. “Don’t hold back, Fletcher. Be loud for me.”
My hands drop their grip from her tits to the tender flesh of her thighs, spreading her apart while lowering my face into the cleft. “Can I taste you again?”
She nods, mewling. “Yes.”
Glistening dark pussy lips wet my beard and mouth, sweet and tart on my tongue, and getting wetter and wetter from each swipe against the soaked flesh. Her fingers dip down to rub the swollen nub, but I move them away, replacing them with my own. My lips rush to her clit to blow a cool breath over its peak. “What about my fingers? You want them, too?”
“Yes,” she repeats.
I tease her entrance with a fingertip, and the slick hole allows it to slip in without resistance. “Fuck, you’re so wet.” I flick my tongue across the clit as my finger curls once, twice, three times against the front wall of her cunt, but it’s not enough. I pucker around the raised flesh of her clit before pushing another finger inside her. “Will you come for me?”
Bea responds with a long moan and sucks me in deeper. I shudder into a pause at the heated sensation, balls tightening and cock dripping more sticky pre-cum onto the bed.
“Please, gorgeous? Need you to come before I do.”
“Fletcher, yes.” The quiet encouragement has my fingers pumping at a relentless pace, then scissoring inside her walls, stretching and curling in sync with the speedy lashes of my tongue on her clit. “God, Fletcher.”
My name falling from Behraz’s lips soothes the pain of her hands tearing at my hair from the scalp, her hips lifting and shifting as she writhes, legs squirming with a judder. “Fletcher, Fletch, fle” —she blubbers— “fle, fl…” until it’s only a series off-f-f-f. I imagine she’s holding onto the same weak thread of control, as we ready to unravel for each other.
She clamps her thighs around my ears and finishes with a careening cry, body locked in an arch before going limp. I crawl up to cradle her, licking the dripping glaze of her arousal from my lips and leaving behind short, plucky kisses onto her neck, face, and parted mouth. My hands root hers out, lacing our fingers together, eyes wandering all over to take her afterglow in.
“You’re even more fucking gorgeous like this, after coming all over my face and fingers.” Vision blurry from getting to the edge of pleasure without release, I press my forehead to hers. “I’ll never get over it.”
One of Bea’s hands escapes, skimming down my chest in a sluggish swipe, lower and lower until it wraps the base of my hardened cock. I hurl a grunt in reply, both needing to move and attempting to stay where I am, then peer down, wanting to see myself in her grip. My cock barely fits in her small hand, her fingers and thumb never meeting as she squeezes my impossibly hard erection. I whimper.
“Inside. Now.” She lines us up, sweeping me through her soaked cunt and over her clit.
My eyes clench shut, scrambling to move her hand away, and pin it against a pillow. Uneven breaths take over my chest when my hips jolt forward without permission, feeling her wetness, her softness, her warmth across every ridge and snaking vein on the underside of my cock.
“Don’t” —I thrust— “rush” —another slow, mind-numbing thrust— “me.” All my muscles tense with a shuddering pleasure. “Let me savor you.” The head of my cock sits at her core, throbbing, waiting. Her pussy throbs, too.
“Please,” she begs, widening her hips with an upward roll.
“Wait.” I grab an extra pillow and force it under her ass, angling her bottom half toward me. “I wanna make it good for you.”
Bea pulls me to her by the nape, speaking into my mouth, every word breathy and dazed. “Everything you do is good for me.” Our sloppy kiss goes tender, and she clings to me, until there’s no space, no barrier between us. “I wanna feel everything with you, too.” A smile passes between us, eye contact locked. “All of you, Fletcher.”
All of me?
Oh.
“No, uh…” What are words? “Condom?”
Her head shakes against mine. “No, only you.”
“But—”
“I have an IUD,” she murmurs, fingernails digging into the arches of my hips. “Please, Fletcher.”
“Fuck, yes.” An overeager agreement, surely. But I need her, too. More than I’ve ever needed anyone or anything. I sidle into her again. “I’ll be gentle.”
She nods, echoing the sentiment. “Be gentle with me.”
