Page 53 of Our Long Days
Tiny pricks bite my skin as she grips my shoulders.
Then, we’re tilting, the bed softening the fall as my back hits the mattress.
As if I’d crawled through the desert for years without water or food, my mouth seeks hers hastily. It’s as addictive as the first time, if not better. A shared groan of satisfaction rumbles between us.
Kissing her is the rightest wrong.
Pleasure among spoils.
A dream you eventually wake from.
“God, Florence. What are you doing to me?” My hips jerk, thrusting up into her. I have no business knowing how tight her pussy is.
“I don’t know, but it feels good. So good.” She jumps when the head of my cock bumps her clit. “Dex, I want you. Please.”
Her desperate little pleas hurtle me toward the point of no return.
I’m not sure how we got here.
No, I do. My desperation for her stops me from caring. The need coursing through me trumps all common sense. After weeks of pretending, this is what it’s come to.
We are beyond safe borders.
And I am a man undone.
I sit up, smashing out fronts together. “Are you wet for me, Trouble? If I slipped my hand in your panties, what would I find?”
“Why don’t you find out—Oh.”She hiccups when I suck the sensitive skin below her ear. “Do that again.”
“You like that?” I repeat it.
“Mm-hmm.” She rolls her hips, rubbing along the underside of my cock. The friction sends jolts of electricity up my spine.
Pulling away briefly, she drags her dress off, sending it across the room.
No fucking bra.
I’m already diving forward, sucking a rosy peak into my mouth while I roll and pinch the other. She undulates on top, gripping the sides of my head to direct my attention to her other nipple.
“This is so wrong, but I can’t think straight, not with you grinding on me like the needy little thing you are,” I rasp against the curve of her breast while tightening my grip and driving her down harder. “Could you come like this?”
She nods frantically. “Shit, yes. I’m close already.”
I release her nipple, stiff and glistening, and settle against the pillows. “Then take what you need. Use me.”
She does, so fucking spectacularly. Her eyes roll back, movements wanton. She’s divine, hands cupping her breasts and raking through her hair, lost to the motions. I simply watch, completely enraptured and close to blowing in my briefs like a teenager at the show she’s putting on.
My blood hums, cock aching to fill her, but I can’t move, not as she reaches her crescendo. “That’s it, Florence. Make yourself come. Get that pussy nice and wet for me.”
Her movements stutter, mouth falling open on a silent cry. I drive my hips up, desperate to feel the pulses and flutters on my cock as she explodes.
It’s the single most extraordinary thing I’ve ever witnessed.
She collapses forward, hands landing on my chest. A shy smile paints her lips, one I’m desperate to taste.
But then, I go and ruin it.
I reach up to brush a lock of hair behind her ear. “I needed this. I needed a distraction.”
