Page 129 of Promise Me Nothing
“I love having you inside me,” she whispers, and then she tilts her head back and closes her eyes, bliss on her face.
I work hard to keep my movements slow, even though every muscle protests, directs me to take and pound and chase the orgasm I know is at the end of this.
But I don’t want it to be over. And I don’t want it to be just about me, and what I can get.
I want this to be everything she’s ever thought it could be.
I press my mouth against hers, kissing her deeply, my tongue mimicking the plunges of my cock into her depths. And when I shift my hips just slightly, she lets out a gasp.
“Fuck, Wyatt. Can you go faster?”
I grin. “Absolutely. Just tell me what you want okay?”
She nods, and I revel in the awe apparent on her face.
I move, then. Faster. Pulling out and then sinking back in, over and over again, Hannah’s moans and sighs and little noises getting louder and louder.
“Harder,” she says, and my nostrils flare as I begin to pound into her warmth, the sound of our hips slapping together, the primal drive to bring us both pleasure guiding my movements.
Hannah’s breasts bounce when I thrust, her nails digging in, that delicate touch long gone as her desire grows.
And then I feel that tingle at the base of my spine, the warm glow that tells me I’m getting close.
“I’m going to come soon,” I say, dropping her leg and bracing over her. “I want you there with me.”
She shakes her head. “Can I come again?”
I smirk. “Oh, baby. You have no idea.”
My fingers move to her clit, and I begin to rub that tiny spot as I continue to thrust in and out.
Hannah cries out, an almost feral call, her fingernails dragging down my back. She looks like she wants to crawl out of her skin, like she might explode out of it any minute.
And then the flutter happens, the pulsing inside of her that I can feel on my dick, that tells me she’s almost there.
Almost. Almost. So close.
Her eyes fly open again. “Wyatt,” she whispers.
And then she explodes, her chest bowing off the bed as her orgasm streaks through her body, her inner walls clamping down around my dick.
Two more hard thrusts and I’m falling after her, my body splitting wide at the force of pleasure racing through me.
I call out her name, hold my body still.
We’re like needy cats, after that, petting and kissing and caressing each other. Pulling each other close and touching each other everywhere that we can. Any skin-to-skin contact we can manage.
Eventually, I have to chuck the condom, but when I crawl back into bed, Hannah is laying on her side, facing me, a tiny smile on her face.
I crawl in next to her, tuck her in close so we’re looking at each other.
Then I run a hand through her hair.
“Was it everything you hoped it would be?” I ask.
She smiles, presses her lips to mine.
“Better.”
