My body needs no further invitation.
Our kisses are interrupted with gasps of breath, groans, and grunts from Ti. But every time, he tugs my lips back to his. Even when we’re barely kissing because we’re too busy trying to breathe.
Sweat forms between our bodies.
My tender nipples rub against the dark curls of hair on his chest.
His hand slides over the curve of my ass before his finger rubs a circle over my asshole.
I almost want to object but can’t find my voice as the sensation amplifies everything else happening between us.
I increase my pace, riding him furiously as I chase another high. I close my eyes tightly and focus on the drag of my lips and clit along his cock every time I lift off him.
But I worry that it’s not what he’s expecting. Not what he wants. “Is this okay?” I ask, and I hate the waver of uncertainty in my voice
Ti thrusts up, meeting me. The slap against him becomes a steady drumbeat.
“How can you ask? Can’t you feel how good this is, Cal?” he mutters against my lips.
“Yes,” I cry in borderline frustration.
My orgasm is so close. Within reach.
“Fuck, I’m close,” Ti says. “Your fucking pussy is too good to last in. Choking me so tight. Wanna hear you come soon. Show me how you need it, sweet girl.”
I start to grind against him rather than lift off him. I can’t get close enough. Ti applies pressure to my ass, holding me tight against his cock, rolling my hips against him.
“Like that,” I gasp.
“Yeah. You finding it? Come for me. I want to feel you coming on me before I come in you. Because I’m gonna come so hard—my balls are so fucking full. You better be ready, babe.”
I cry out because it feels so goddamn good, and I’m so goddamn close.
“Come for me, Calista. You’ve been such a good girl taking me like this, you deserve it.”
And it’s the movement of his lips and the words spilling from them that push me over the edge.
I lose all sense of time and reason.
I forget everything happening in my life.
I forget who I am and who Ti is and lose myself in an orgasm so mind-blowing, I can barely breathe.
“Can tell you needed this,” Ti says. “So glad you came to me for it.”
I put my forehead to his shoulder as I try to put my world back together.
“Now,” he says. “Hold on, babe. Because I need to come in you real bad.”
I’m too limp to be of much help. But Ti doesn’t need any. He presses his heels into the bed and thrusts up into me.
It’s jarring and fast, and my pussy is going to be sore tomorrow, but I kiss his neck, his shoulder, and his cheek.
When my lips meet his, he gasps my name against them and grunts as he comes.
“Aw, fuck, yeah.” The words come out on a hiss of air.
His thrusts lose all momentum as he rides out what feels good. I feel his cock pulse inside me over and over.