Page 111 of Give My Everything
She looks at me over her shoulder, a wicked smirk on her face.
“I always want it hard.”
Chuckling, I notch myself against her opening and slam into her so hard it lifts her legs off the bed.
Her hands grip the bedding and she drops her face into the pillows, her shouts muffled by the fabric.
I feel like a machine as I pump into her, as I fill her over and over, as I try to give to her everything I can in this moment. I can’t solve all the things that have given her problems over the years when it comes to sex, but I can be sure she enjoys what we’re doing now, certain she feels like she’s in control, positive she’s wrung out and exhausted and sated at the end.
“I want to see your face,” I say without stopping.
Remmy pushes up so she’s on just her knees, bringing her back against my chest, my motions stuttering for a second as I adjust to the new position.
I wrap my arms around her from behind and grip her breasts, loving the feeling when she brings her hands up and around my neck to play in my hair.
“Kiss me,” she says, tilting her face up to mine.
I dip down and press my lips to hers, sucking on her tongue and nibbling on her lips.
“Ben, it feels so good,” she says, pulling back and taking my hands into hers.
She leads one to her breast and the other to her clit then moves her own hands to reach back and grip my ass as I continue to slide in and out of her.
I follow her directions, pinching her nipples and gripping her breasts, loving the feeling of their soft plumpness filling my hand. All the while, I stroke her down below, adjusting our position just slightly so her legs are spread wider and I have better access to flick and caress her clit.
“I love this,” she whispers. “It’s never felt like this before.”
I feel the same way, but I can’t seem to verbalize anything in response, my entire being focused entirely on getting her to where she wants to be, to that blissful place that can take you to the peak.
“I’m there, Ben. Fuck, I’m right…there.”
Two more pumps and I feel her clench, her entire body bending forward as she grips the bedding and groans out her pleasure.
I pull out and begin to stroke my dick, chasing the orgasm that’s just a few seconds away.
Pulsing in my palm, I let out a long sigh, relishing the relief of finally reaching that height, that place of paradise and ecstasy that makes me feel like a king.
I slump to the side, falling down onto the bed next to Remmy, my eyes closing briefly as I come down, my heartbeat going crazy.
She rolls to the side and looks at me, her eyes soft and dewy.
Then she snuggles in beside me, wrapping her arm around my chest and pressing her face into my sweaty skin.
And with her wrapped up next to me, I can’t help but hear that tiny voice in the back of my mind that asks how long it will be until the other shoe drops.
“What does your tattoo say?”
“Hmm?” Remmy’s eyes flutter open where she’s lying at my side.
She’s gloriously naked, lying on her front, all that tan smooth skin of her back bared to the room with nothing but a sheet covering her below the waist.
When we crawled under the covers earlier, she told me she’d read you’re not supposed to sleep on your stomach later in pregnancy, so she’s taking advantage while she still can.
Part of me wishes she’d lie on her back so I could see her gorgeous breasts, but I also like this view, all her thick hair in a messy tendril, scattered along that smooth skin, twisting in my sheets.
“Your tattoo,” I say again. “What does it say?”
Remmy’s eyes close again and she tucks the pillow in closer to her face.
