Page 66 of Barbed Wire Fences
“Is this okay?” I ask gently, hoping she won’t tell me no.
She doesn’t hesitate. “Yes.”
I rock my hips into her, rolling slowly despite wanting to finish so badly.
“Do you feel that?” I ask her. My spine is tingling from the orgasm I know that’s about to barrel over me. She wraps her legs around my hips, deepening my angle, her arms around my neck like she wants to be closer to me and when she presses her lips to mine and initiates the kiss, I can’t take it anymore.
I move from long, slow thrusts, to shorter ones because I’m about to burst. My breathing is ragged, and my head feels dizzy. Every muscle in my body goes taut in preparation.
She nods her head. “I do.”
“Don’t look away from me then. Not now. Not ever. Keep your eyes on me. There’s no way in hell I’m coming tonight without looking in your pretty eyes. Having you see me, all of me Jael.”
She bites her lip and nods as her gaze stays locked on mine. I spit on my finger and then drop my hand to her clit, rubbing over it gently and knowing it must be extra sensitive after her orgasm. With just a single brush of my finger, her pupils are dilating and she’s gasping for air.
“I’m so… it’s too much.”
I shake my head. “No, it’s not, baby. You got it.”
She lets out a moan that sounds a lot like my name. “You feel so good inside me.”
“Keep talking baby, I want to hear your voice when you come again. When we come together this time.”
“I fucking…” she’s lost in it though, the rest of her sentence cut off in her throat as her hands find my shoulders where she grips to steady herself.
“You fucking what baby? Keep talking to me.” I press into her deeper, my cock growing even heavier inside of her as I feel myself tighten but I need one more from her. One more orgasm before I’ll allow myself to finally release.
“I fuckingloveyour arms.” Her hands drop to my biceps and squeeze. “They’re so strong. Feels like you could carry me, and you wouldn’t break a sweat.”
I chuckle and shake my head, dropping my mouth down to her chest where I draw one of her sharp nipples into my lips and suck, eliciting a gasp from her. I do the same with the other, and she arches her chest into my face harder while her hands thread through my hair.
“They can hold a hell of a lot more than you think. I’ll fuck you against the wall next time to show you just how strong I am now.”
She sighs softly. “I think I’d really like that.”
My balls lift and tighten as I pump into her again. “Jael, I’m going to come soon.”
“Me too.”
“Then let it out, baby.”
And she does. So sweetly this time, just as strong as the last. Every convulsion of her cunt somehow seems to suction me inward like some sort of vacuum and I can’t hold off any longer.
I manage to get three more short and shallow thrusts inside of her until I’m unloading in one final push. I come so hard that I see black spots and my body tingles. Then I collapse on top of her, holding myself up still with mybig strong arms,until I’ve caught my breath enough to move.
Finally, I roll to my side, resting on my back then tug her until she’s laying gently on my chest. All naked limbs, soft, sweaty skin and wild hair draped over me the way we used to when we were younger.
After a few minutes I know I need to clean her and me up. “I need to take care of this, but I don’t want you going anywhere. Can I trust you not to move?”
She laughs against my chest and nods. “I think I can manage that.”
I roll her gently onto her back and tuck the sheet around her to keep her warm. I watch her for a beat, wanting to be sure she’s not going to try to run off again like she did earlier tonight and when I’m certain she’s been properly fucked, her eyes heavy with sleep, I slip out of bed to the bathroom, toss the condom in the trash, wipe myself down then return with a wet washcloth.
She’s on her back still, eyes closed, pretty pink nipples still pointing at the ceiling and I take a moment to admire the view. To see how damn good she looks in my bed and in my house.
It takes me back to that first night together for us when I took her in my childhood home in my mama’s run-down trailer where we were just two young kids, trying to figure out life. Fuck, how little we knew back then.
When I make it to the side of the bed, I almost feel bad for disturbing her, but I need to clean her up. I drag the washcloth between her legs, wiping her down as she sighs, and her eyes flit open. When I’m done, I toss the rag on the floor then pull her back onto my chest enjoying the way her heartbeat sounds in tune to mine.
