Page 58 of Fruit
Almost.
His fingers return to trace my clit, wet with his spit and me. He rubs against me with intent for a few seconds until my hips are rocking again, and then his touch turns feather-light.
“You motherfucker,” I pant against him and feel his smile.
He keeps his finger barely running over me, but I’m so on edge even that has me squirming. I try to press closer to him, but his other hand holds my hip, halting me.
“Please,” I say finally, breaking. “Please, please, come on.”
I almost whine as he pulls his hand away entirely, kissing me again. I make a protesting, desperate sound into his mouth, and he licks it up like it has a taste of its own.
I almost whine in relief when he goes down again. This time, there is no light teasing. He thrusts two fingers into me and sucks on my clit. I almost arch off the couch at the sudden stimulation, but he’s relentless.
The pleasure builds like a fire. You think it’s a spark and then it’s roaring, consuming everything as it spreads all at once. I can feel it down to my toes, an intolerable heat everywhere, so big and delicious I think I can’t take any more until suddenly it breaks.
The orgasm takes me away completely. It’s white, orange, red. I moan, clutching at Sebastián as he keeps licking at me, keeping the fire alive until it’s too much, the pleasure turning sharp and overstimulated.
“Sebastián,” I protest, pushing his weakly. Thankfully, he goes, but I immediately pull him up, kissing his glistening lips. I can’t have enough of him.
I stumble onto shaking legs, taking him with me, and drag him to the bedroom. He goes willingly, hands on me like he can’t not. I pull at his clothes as soon as we’re in the room, practically ripping them off him until he’s completely naked. All that soft skin and hard muscle for me.
I fish a condom out of the drawer and get on the bed, yanking him after me. I rip the condom open and roll it on him. I get on my back and we’re on completely the same page as he slings both my knees over his shoulders and thrusts into me.
“Fuck, Iva,” he says, closing his eyes for a moment before opening them to look at me.
“Come on. Fuck me,” I order. He doesn’t disappoint.
He fucks into me with deep, hard thrusts that pick up in tempo slowly until I can do little more than hang on, trying to keep my eyes open to watch him, the expression he’s lost to pleasure, the sweat trailing down the side of his face, but I can’t. I clutch at him and let the pleasure build again, deep and ruthless until I’m clenching around Sebastián. He groans, picking up the pace for a moment before it starts breaking apart. He manages to get a hand between us, thumbing at the sensitive nub right above where he’s fucking into me, and I’m gone.
I arch into him and he falls into me, coming too. The heat of him rivals the pleasure inside me as it burns everything away. He’s all around me, pressing onto me, and I search for his mouth instinctively. We share a panting kiss, trembling in our aftermath.
I groan slightly as he pulls out of me and stretches my legs carefully.
“Ow, my knees,” I say as they click. Sebastián rubs them tenderly.
“You okay?” he asks. I smile at him.
“Yeah. I’m good,” I reply, the understatement of the century.
He takes care of the condom and comes back to me. I roll towards him and we tangle limbs. I bury my face in his neck as he strokes my hair.
It all feels dangerously good.
