Page 54 of Sweet Punk
She slides her mouth off me long enough to say, “I want this to be about you.”
I touch my hand to her cheek. “No. It’s about us. Now show me how wet you are.”
Dipping her fingers between her thighs, she slips them inside, alternately stroking herself and bringing them up to rub her clit as she bobs on my dick. After a few seconds, she brings up two fingers, glistening wet. I groan out, “Okay, keep doing that. Tell me if you’re gonna come.”
She takes me back into her mouth at the same time she begins to pleasure herself, which results in her moaning around me, which I really fuckin’ love. The wet warmth and suction, the slide of her tongue—all of it has me gasping out loud. My hips thrust involuntarily, and I thread my fingers through the hair at the back of her head, guiding her as she takes my cock over and over again. Her hips buck as she rides her own hand. She’s sexy as hell like this. And she’s mine. My brain is full of the sight and scent of her. And now I need her taste.
I catch her by the chin, easing her off me. “Sorry. You’re gonna make me come, and I don’t want to yet.”
Her lips twitch at the urgency in my voice. “Never be sorry for that.”
I pull the condom out, quickly rolling it on. She straddles me again, seating herself on my lap. Before making any other move, I take her wrist in my hand. At first, she frowns, but then I take the fingers that had been inside her sweet pussy and suck them clean. The taste of her shoots through me, making my head foggy, and I groan, needing the physical connection between us more than ever.
She lifts off my lap, grasping my dick in her hand, and sweeps the head through her arousal. She’s fucking wet, I can tell, and the scent of her is intoxicating. She’s totally fuckin’ teasing me, but it’s so good I might die naked right here and now. Then I wonder if that would really be so bad after all, if this is how I’m going out. At least I’d die happy.
My lips graze over her shoulder as I murmur, “Arms around my neck.” She immediately does what I ask. We pause a moment as I take in the feel of her holding onto me.
“You good?”
“Yes.” With my dick in one hand, I put the tip right at her entrance. “Baby, sink down on this cock,” I rasp. We both moan as she lowers onto me, sheathing my dick inside her body. We’re such a tight fit, it makes my eyes cross. “Fuuuck.” We’re still for a moment, her arms around me, her breasts smashed to my chest, and her pussy taking every inch of my cock. And then she crushes her lips to mine, a desperate cry escaping her lips as our tongues stroke together.
It’s intense. Sex is still new. Having a woman wrapped around me like this, even newer. And while my heart is thrumming hard and my head is spinning with it, I think I’m handling it pretty well. And it’s all because of Star. I’ve got my hands on her hips, she’s riding me, and her fingers are threaded in the back of my hair, holding onto my head as we kiss. I like this. It’s intimate having her right here, arms around me, our bodies glued together. Her soft, bare skin is soothing. She’s not here to hurt me. Never has been. And I don’t think she ever will.
Our mouths tear apart as we both gasp for air. The feeling of her moving over me is incredible, and my head drops back. I stare at the ceiling for several seconds until I feel her lips traveling over my cheek and bring myself back to her. “Are you okay?” she whispers near my ear.
“Yes,” I mumble half-incoherently, licking at the skin on the side of her neck. My hands slide up her back, then back down to grasp two handfuls of bare ass.Fuck.Naked Star is bouncing on my cock. I think my brain is about to explode inside my skull, liquify, and leak out my ears.
She nips my earlobe before she snickers. “Thank God because this is so fucking hot. You feel so good. But I didn’t want to let myself enjoy it in case you were freaking out.”
I grunt, “There’s a hot naked girl riding my dick. I will think of you, of this moment, every time I walk into this room for the remainder of my college career.”
“You’d better,” she laughs softly, but then renews her efforts, sliding up and down my dick so good I don’t know how I’ve lived without knowing what this was like all my life.
But even more than that, I don’t know how I’ve lived without this girl in my life. She makes everything better—heart, soul, and body. She makes me feel whole, and that’s something I’m unsure I’ve ever felt before.
I hold her tightly as we continue to move together. My hands slide all over her skin, touching her everywhere I can reach. With her mouth a scant distance from mine, I whisper, “I need to feel your lips on my skin.” I swallow hard as we continue to move together as one. “Will you do that for me?”
She stares into my eyes, then brushes her lips across mine. “Remember your safe word.”
“I’m okay.” I suck in a shuddery breath. “I need this.” I need to replace all the bad memories with something that makes me feel good, instead of associating touch with anger and hate. I grip her hips, taking charge from below, slowly fucking her while she skims her fingers over my skin, finding every single scar, and putting her gentle lips on each one.
My heart pounds so hard, it’s as if it’s attacking my rib cage from the inside, and every touch from Star sends desire shooting through me like lightning strikes. I know I’m going to come soon, but I’ll be damned if I do before she does this time. I catch her mouth with mine again, worshiping her with my tongue while I plant one hand on her ass and shift her just slightly until my pubic bone is rubbing her clit with every stroke of my body. My other hand wedges between us to find her breast. I roll her nipple between my thumb and finger, watching her for cues. Sure enough, she gasps and rubs her clit against me harder, her beautiful body seeking out exactly what she needs.
Her lips skim over mine as she whispers, “Don’t stop. God, don’t stop. I’m gonna come.”
Heat washes through me, my balls drawing up at her words. “Never,” I groan. “Fuuuck. Keep going, baby.”
She writhes on my lap, and my fingers splay over her ass, holding her body tightly to mine. I love the way she’s right here, living out this moment with me. Capturing her mouth, I kiss her hard and deep, my tongue mimicking the stroking of my dick.
Tearing her mouth from mine, unsteady breaths fall from her lips as she looks deeply into my eyes, her hands moving to grip my shoulders tightly. “You make me feel so good, Kellan.” Her body stills for a split second as her eyes glaze over and her pussy begins to clench my cock. “Coming.” Her body trembles in my arms, and it’s clear the spasms in her pussy are all she can concentrate on as she clings to me and rides them out.
Without further warning, I thrust deep as my dick throbs and cum spurts from me. Dear fucking God. I’ve never come so hard. That was an explosion—of lust and of need and of something else I haven’t quite come to terms with yet. But it’s there, hovering on the horizon, waiting for me to acknowledge it.
My chest still heaving from the intensity of our union, I catch her head between my hands and drag her mouth back to mine for a searing kiss. Against her lips, I mumble, “Her Fear. My Shame. Our Trust. I trust you, Star, with everything I am. That’s what that third painting is about. Our trust.”
A tear slides down her cheek, and she drops her head to my chest. “I trust you, too, Kellan. I trust you with all of me.”
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