Page 44 of Castaway Whirlwind
He chuckles, sliding his hand down my torso to cup my belly. “I’ve cum from looking at you across the room before.”
My pussy clenches around him with the boost of self-esteem. “Really?”
“Too many times to count,” he whispers with a gravelly voice in my ear, rocking in and out of me carefully. “I’m already close just being inside you while your pussy milks me. Tell me when you’re going to cum, and I’ll…I’ll pull out since I don’t have a condom.”
I immediately zip my mouth shut…until it falls open involuntarily, my moans growing louder when he finds his rhythm, never once going any deeper or making me hiss again.
“I can feel you, darlin’. You’re close, aren’t you?”
I shake my head, gripping his neck so he can’t move away, and hook my leg higher up with my ankle behind his calf.
“Yes, you are. Shi-oot, you’re gonna make me cum, darlin’, before I can—”
I roll forward onto my stomach, taking him with me, his arm pinned to the mattress beneath me. I let go of his neck so I can grab his other arm, clinging to it. I bite my pillow when his full weight crushes me since he can’t brace himself—just like I wanted—and so I won’t make a noise when I orgasm.
“Layla, darlin’, you’re cumming, aren’t—ah, f—” Russell accidentally pushes deeper, but in this position, it doesn’t hurt as much, and I welcome him, tilting my hips up as much as I can. “I’m gonna cum inside you if you don’t let go of me.”
“Yes, yes, yes,” I beg, grappling to hold onto his arms even tighter, squeezing my inner muscles around him. “Don’t pull out.”
* * *
Russell
I’d think I was hearing things—Layla’s phantom voice when I’m masturbating, begging me not to pull out—if she weren’t clinging to me for dear life, her pussy pulsing so tight around me. I don’t think I’d be able to even if I wanted to, which I don’t.
For the first time in my life, I’m nervous about my blood pressure, my heart beating harder in my chest when I cum inside the woman I love more than life itself. I shouldn’t have so much to give after cumming twice already today, once just thirty minutes ago, yet it keeps coming. Even when Layla gets what she wants out of me, she refuses to let go of my arms when I try to move off of her, knowing she can’t breathe very well.
“Darlin’, we gotta move.”
She shakes her head, gasping for breath. It’s both adorable and concerning.
“Come on, now.” When I roll over, she goes with me, throwing her weight so that I land on my back with her flat on top of me. She drags in a massive, audible breath, still holding my arms, a little more than half my dick snug inside her pussy. This position never cropped up in any of my fantasies, but it sure will now.
“Thank you.” Her voice is scratchy but steeped with gratitude. “I think I might be able to fall back asleep like this.”
She doesn’t have to keep her death grip on my arms any longer when I wrap them around her waist, one palm heavy on her lower belly, with her head resting on my left pec over my heart. I kiss her crown. “You can sleep like this every night if you want.”
“Every night?”
“Every single night. I won’t—can’tgo back to sleeping without you.” I hold my breath, praying her love and longing for me are as intense as mine are for her. I don’t know how I’d be able to go on after this if they’re not.
She turns her head to look up. “Promise?”
“Yes. Yes, yes, darlin’.” I curl to kiss her lips, which shewelcomes. I cup her pussy where we’re joined, my blood heating when I think of my dick plugging my cum inside her. “I do,” I promise, hoping it won’t be the last time I get to say those two little-bigwords to her.
She settles back, helping to drag the comforter over us. Though I should leave her in bed by herself and take my seat by the door so I can keep guard, my eyes drift closed when hers do, getting the best sleep I’ve had in the nearly three and a half years I’ve known her, with many more to look forward to.
* * *
Layla jerks upright when her phone pings with a notification, yanking me out of my sleep when the motion jerks my dick at a painful angle, hazy sunshine spilling through the blinds. Waking up inside her isn’t nearly as sexy as falling asleep since we’re both sore, but I’ll still take it over not being with her.
We both hiss when she leans forward with her hands on my knees, and I help lift her bottom. The sight of her pink pussy leaking my cum so close to my face is one dreams are made of, and my raw cock springs to life in an instant.
I grip her hips, shackling her in place while I look my fill. “Never seen anything hotter in all my life, darlin’.”
Her eyes are wide, peeking around her shoulder, watching me.
“Come here,” I demand hoarsely.
