Page 30 of Second Chance Ex
“I think I’m okay,” she whispers.
I release the breath I’ve been holding, and allow my forehead to fall against hers. “You sure?”
She nods, and I see her throat bob with a swallow, eyes closing.
“I need you to look me in my eyes, baby,” I say. When she opens her eyes again, I stare into them, lost within the beauty of her gaze. “I’m going to start moving again, okay?”
She nods once.
I pull out as slowly as I can manage. Fuck, it’s hard.Pure. Fucking. Agony. But I don’t want her to know that, so I maintain my cool; breathing slowly, steadily, staring into those pretty whiskey eyes as I push back in, slower again, gingerly, watching her eyebrows bunch together. I press a whisper-soft kiss to her lips, pulling back, but this time when I push in again, she meets me with a small surge of her hips, and I know she’s getting used to it. I kiss her again, only this time her tongue comes out, seeking mine, and I claim her mouth, still moving as slowly as I possibly can, only with slightly more conviction, encouraging her.
Prue moans into our kiss, and I still, momentarily worried it was a sound of pain. But when I look at her, I can see her eyes half-mast, a look of desire in them, and I know we’re there, we made it. I kiss her again, reaching down to link my hand under her knee. I pull her leg up just enough to get the tiniest bit deeper, and when I do, when I reach so far inside of her, her head falls back against the pillows and she groans.
“Oh, Joey.”
I kiss her neck, drag my tongue up the column of her slender throat, to her ear. “You like that, baby?”
“Mmm, yes—” She sucks in a gasp.
I rock into her, a slow yet steady rhythm. All I want is to fuck her with reckless abandon, but again, this isn’t about me. And sure, the slow thrusts, the feel of her needy pussy sucking me in is beautiful torture, I refuse to fuck my girl right now. This is love. I’m making love with my girl. I want her to come, and I want to see her come. I’ve got the rest of my life to fuck her three ways from Sunday.
“I think I want it a little harder,” Prue says softly, her voice tentative and raspy—undeniably sexy.
Music to my fucking ears. I pick up the pace a little, lifting her knee higher, using my glutes to penetrate her nice and deep.
“Ah,” she cries out, urging me closer so that I can kiss her. Her tongue pushes inside my mouth, and I swallow her sounds. “A little faster,” she whimpers against my lips.
I push into her, hard and fast. I’m hanging on by a single, frayed thread, my resolve slipping as my balls tighten painfully, the coil deep at the base of my spine snapping and fizzing with the need to release.
“Holy shit, J,” Prue cries.
“I know, baby, so… fucking… good.” I take my hand from under her knee, and I move it between us, my fingers finding her clit. I press slightly firmer against the swollen bud, circling it a few times, and she cries out again. Her back arches, and her thighs fall open even wider for me. She’s close, I can feel it in the way her walls are tightening around my dick.
“That’s it. You’re doing so good, baby,” I whisper against her lips. “Fuck, I love you, Prue.”
I start to lose control, my hips moving of their own accord. Prue’s hands move down my back, to my ass, and she grips me tight, her nails digging into the skin, encouraging me. And I let go a little more, harder and faster, hitting her so deep she cries out, head tipped back, eyes closed.
“I think I’m going to come,” she murmurs, uncertainty evident in her tone, like she’s not sure she if she should. And like hell. She’ll fucking come alright.
“Look at me,” I hiss through gritted teeth. “I need you to look me in my eyes when you come, baby.”
Prue’s eyes open just enough to meet mine, and hergaze is hazy and glazed, intoxicated. She’s drunk or high on love and lust and the overwhelming need to come. I drop my hips, and I drive into her, pumping my ass hard. My forehead rests against hers, and I stare so deep into her eyes it’s like I’m seeing into her soul.
“Let go,” I whisper. “Give it all to me, baby.”
“Joey!” Prue cries out, she stops breathing, her body quaking around me as her pussy clenches my cock like a goddamn vise. God, she’s even more beautiful when she comes, if that’s even possible.
“That’s it, baby,” I croak, my voice hoarse against her parted lips. “Fuck, Prue!” I groan long and hard, and with one last thrust, my own body lets go and bliss courses through me, my release spurting deep inside of her warmth.
I sag on top of Prue, careful not to crush her, but too spent to roll off her soft body. She holds me tight, like I’m right where she wants me, and after a few seconds, I come down from my dizzying high, meeting her shining eyes. I offer a half-assed lazy grin, filling my lungs with some much-needed air, my dick still twitching inside her as I lean in just enough to press a few soft kisses against her lips.
“I love you so much, Prue,” I murmur against her mouth.
She sniffles, and I pull back enough to see a tear reflect the dim light, trailing down over her cheek. And reality snaps me back to the now. I sit up a little, careful, wrapping her in my arms, panic consuming me.
“Baby?” I press. “Prue, what’s wrong? Why are you crying?”
She buries her face into my neck, sniffling again. “Nothing. I’m just... I don’t even know why I’m crying. I’m an idiot. I just, I love you so much Joey.”
