Page 15 of Antihero
I'm not who she thinks.
"What’s wrong?" she asks, bumping off the edge of the couch arm as I release her and let space between us for the first time since I locked the door.
How to answer that?I’m just not sure whether I’m morally obligated not to fuck you, and if I give a damn."I just… I didn't mean to go this fast."
Paige smiles and steps towards me, finding me against the back wall beside the alcove the bed is in, and presses her slim body into mine, tilting her chin up to catch my lips. She bites me when my hands tighten on her arms, and a sound catches in my throat. She takes my wrist and guides my hand up to her chest, gently placing it over her breast. The material of her thin bra through her undershirt does not disguise the soft, plump shape under my hand.
God, this woman.
Since she's almost climbing me anyway, I reach down to her ass and lift her, bringing her legs over my hips, and she wraps around me eagerly. I carry her to the bed like that, leaning down to press her into the floral spread. As soon as she's on her back, Paige finds the base of my shirt and pulls it over my head. I sit back to get it the rest of the way off, and her eyes land on my torso. Her legs are open, skirt ridden up. Her panties are dark blue. I see her lips pressed against them, the shape of it tantalising. My hand lingers there, high on her thigh, fingers itching to slip under the edge of that underwear and find her.
“Whoa. I've never known a man like you before," she says, fingers grazing the ridge of my abs.
That’s probably true enough. Just not in the way she thinks it.
I lean over, propped on my fists, and kiss her. The skin over her ribs is smooth, her shirt wrinkling back as my hand pushes under to the bottom edge of her bra. Paige takes a trembling breath against my mouth, then traces her fingers up the front of my jeans, sending bolts through my groin, making my already swollen cock push even harder and even more constrained against the zip. The uncomfortable sensation abruptly releases when she flicks open my top button, tugging my zipper down so that only my underwear holds me.
Before she can touch that and drive me any more mad, I lift her shirt, pulling it over her head as she lifts. Then she immediately reaches behind herself to unclip her bra. Now I'm looking down onto lovely round breasts, the nipples puckered and hard.
I’m wondering whether I should have bought a condom after all. Since I didn’t, thinking it might slow things down. “I don’t have…”
“You don’t need a condom,” she says, dragging her eyes up from where my cock is doing its best to tear through the front of my underwear.
Of course, she’s infertile. “Still…”
“Please. I want to feel you. Just you.”
Something lodges in my throat. I could almost believe her, the way she’s looking at me, so hungry, like she wants me inside her, skin to skin and nothing else.
I gently graze the underside of her breast with my thumb, and when her back arches, I lean down and swirl my tongue over one hardened peak. Her gasp comes again, this time with a hint of voice.
"Fuck," she moans, and I pull away. When I hitch my fingers in her skirt and pull it down, she bumps her hips up to accommodate me, and I slide it off her legs. Now she’s only in the thigh-high stockings and dark blue panties.Those stay on, I tell myself. She stretched out so lovely and perfect in front of me, legs open, skin smooth. I climb back up over her and this time I let my weight settle, feeling her underneath me, her breasts to my chest, my warm belly to hers, the smoothness of her stockings sliding against my hips.
She's flexible, her feet up around my hips, and she pushes my jeans down with the arches of her feet. Now is probably the time for one of us to stop this.
What’s her game?Willshe stop? Is she expectingmeto stop? I won't. I'm willing to go as far as she'll let it. At this point, I’m going to hell anyway.
I press my hips back to push my jeans and underwear down and kick them off. My cock throbs harder, fuller and more distracting now that nothing is holding it at bay. I push back and run my finger under the edge of her underwear, where the hollow of her inside thigh gives a nice access point. Paige clutches my shoulders, her chest already panting before I’ve even gone any further.
The tip of my finger brushes the smooth, shaven side of her. Paige bites her lip around a soft noise. I slide my finger underneath the front of her panties and tug them aside. There's nothing between us now. My cock feels taut, pleasantly stretched, and too swollen at once. Her panties are wet where my finger has hitched around them. I know she'll gladly take me.
If this woman is who I think, I'm going to kill her; fucking her first feels like self-gratification. Much like hearing her moan and gasp earlier today was.
Before I can think, or unravel myself with a breath of un-horny air for a minute, Paige has reached down to find the head of mycock and is running her thumb over the tip, the heavy bead of precum sliding under her thumb. That was already maddening enough, but when she lifts that thumb back to her lips and sucks the taste of me off her thumb, I can't control myself.
"Fucking hell," I grunt, and what starts as a nudge, parting her, and finding her wet, it turns into a slam, burying myself in her almost convulsively. My hips urge deeper, needing to fill her, to claim her wholly.
Her mouth is a neat little 'o', her hips pressing up to welcome me as she pants through my invasion. I come flush over her, forearm braced next to her head, looking down into her face. Her expression is caught between intense pleasure and something like surprise. I feel entirely held in her pussy, squeezed in its slick heat. Her hips roll with me as I thrust, dragging upwards to grind on her clit as well.
Still panting, gasping, her nails drag across my back. Small sounds turned to loud moans and cries as we move together. I feel her squeezing, tightening. She’s all I can feel, my world narrowing to this bed and her body.
I need to still myself, my body for a moment just to get a hold of myself, to ride out the wave of intense ecstasy that threatens to make me forget myself, to revert me into something primitive. But stopping doesn't help, not when Paige starts to tilt her hips, micromovements that drag the muscles of her pussy along me.
I grunt, a deep warning sound that only seems to excite her more. Her moans gasping out, her heartbeat thumping against my chest. Weighing a hand on her hip, I at last stop her, only for her to tighten around me instead, squeezing then releasing. "Stay the fuck still," I grate out, rewarded by her trembling to a stop, her eyes widening with excitement. But she stays still and stops driving me to the edge of madness for now, unless her heavy breathing counts.
Letting out a slow breath, I nuzzle my nose behind her ear, half-grunting, "Good girl."
"Please," her breath trembles, hands sliding across my shoulders where I can already feel the sting her nails have left behind. "I’m so close."
