Page 33 of Camera Chemistry
“You can’t feel me?” I withdraw out of her before slamming my hips forward. Maggie groans again, her left hand gripping the headboard. “What about now?” I thrust again, getting deeper than before.
“Yes.” She gasps. “I feel you. And it feels so fucking good.”
“That’s what I thought. Hold on and don’t let go.”
Her filthy mouth encourages me. I alternate between a smack on her ass and a rock of my hips. And another, and another, and another. My assertiveness grows. Every time I pull out, I gawk at her arousal coating the condom. The circle of her wrist as she works herself to the edge. The hair spilling down her back like a waterfall and the sweat on her forehead.
“Are you going to come, Maggie?”
“I’m so full, Aiden. So full.” She says it in gasps, her ass lifting higher and higher as she loses control. I reach around and pinch both her nipples between my thumb and pointer finger, feeling the overwhelming urge to touch her everywhere.
“If you were mine,” I say into the crook of her neck, “I wouldn’t need to wear a condom. Your ass would look fucking divine covered in my cum. Even better, dripping from your pussy, so everyone knew who made you feel so fucking good.”
I can tell the moment she comes. She lets out the loudest moan yet, clenching and fluttering around my dick like it’s giving her pussy life. She takes control of the tempo, rocking back into me and wiggling her hips, a circle motion that makes my eyes roll.
I lose it, then. It’s all too much. It’s all too fan-fucking-tastic. All I can offer is three more short, staccato movements before I collapse over her, my sweat-soaked chest colliding with her back. With as much energy as I can muster, I drop my head to her shoulder and gulp down air.
“You good?” I ask, wanting to make sure she’s alright. Maggie doesn’t answer right away. I wince as I pull out of her, and I see tears in her eyes. “Hey, sweetheart. Talk to me. Did I hurt you?”
“No.” She shakes her head violently. “It was so good. I don’t know why I’m crying when I enjoyed every second.”
“Admit it. I rocked your world.”
“Glad to see you're humble.” She gives me a watery smile. “Sorry, I’m making this so weird.”
“You’re not making it weird.” I get rid of the condom, tying it and tossing it in the wastebasket by my bed. “Sex is emotional, even if you take the emotions out of it. C’mere.”
I lay on my side, opening my arms so Maggie can make her way into my embrace. She curls up, her back to my front, and her hands fold across mine. “Thank you.”
“For what?”
“For the mind-blowing orgasms. For being so kind. For… I don’t know. Suggesting a one-night stand in the first place and getting me out of my sex-less slump.”
“Thank you for coming over. I’m happy I could help.” I run my hand down her arm and she shivers. “Cold?”
“A little.”
“Lift up.” With some maneuvering, we make our way under the covers, and Maggie relaxes, molding her body into mine. “I wasn’t too aggressive, was I?”
The shake of her head is quick. “No, you weren’t.” She spins and buries her face in my chest. “Please keep talking like that.”
“Embarrassed, huh?” I chuckle, running my fingers through her hair. I work out a particularly knotted strand.
“No. It’s just, you’re such a nice guy outside the bedroom, then you go and have a filthy mouth. It’s perfect. The exact balance I wondered if I would actually like. Turns out, I do. A lot.”
“Add it to your list. Are you tired?”
“Physically? Sort of. But I don’t want to go to sleep. Not when I have so few hours with you.”
She glances up at me, and I smile at the smeared lipstick and bite marks on her neck. She looks thoroughly fucked, courtesy of me, and I’m a proud bastard at the sight of her.
“What are you thinking about?” she asks.
“You. It’s a shame we both don’t want a relationship, because I could fuck you every night. But, more importantly, I’m hoping you’re okay.”
“I’m good.” She kisses my chin. “I promise.”
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