He thrust two fingers inside me, my slick channel easing his way. He pumped in and out as he continued to flick and swirl around my clit. Despite the insurmountable pleasure he was giving my body, I tried not to writhe too much on the bed, not wanting to dislodge him and interrupt his motions.
He crooked his fingers forward, sucking hard and I came with a shout, my voice strangled and shaky. My back bowed off the bed, all my limbs locking tight as I ground down against his mouth and fingers.
He worked me through it, not stopping, until it was almost too much. I had to bat at his head and moan weakly to get him to ease up.
He finally let go, giving me one last lick. I shuddered, overly sensitive. He quickly stood to rid himself of his jeans and boxers, then came back to bed, hovering over me. His stiff length sat heavily between my legs.
Despite my orgasm, I was still throbbing inside, still aching for him. I had the sudden urge to jump him and ride him until neither of us could walk.
I curled my leg around his hip and pushed on his shoulder.
“Lay on the bed,” I said breathlessly.
He did so without protest. I climbed on top of him, legs splayed to either side, and planted my hands on his chest. He was still bumping against my thigh, but this time I was in control.
His eyes went dark and hungry as I took his cock in my hand and positioned it at my entrance. He reached out for the nightstand table.
“Wait,” I said.
He paused.
“I want to feel you,” I said. “Just like before. Just like we used to do. Skin to skin. I want you inside me, with no barriers. Nothing keeping us apart.”
His eyes blazed with heat as he surged up and smashed his mouth onto mine, giving me a fiery kiss.
“Fuck, Ev,” he said against my lips. “You really are going to be the death of me.” He pulled away roughly. “You sure?”
“I got tested after Keith, and there’s been no one since.”
“I’ve been tested, too,” he said. “There’s no worry there. But what about…” he trailed off, putting a hand to my stomach.
“I’m on the pill,” I told him. “No risk of that.”
He nodded, looking relieved. Still, I wondered if I didn’t catch just a hint of disappointment.
I pushed him to lay back down on the bed and got back into position. Again, I took him in hand and nestled the head between my wet lower lips, the tip just at my entrance. Even at that, he let out a muffled grunt of pleasure.
With one slow, even push, I took him inside me. I groaned at the sensation of his cock scraping against my inner walls. Tiny shocks of pleasure zapped through me with every inch.
When I’d taken him as far as I could go, I lifted myself back up. He groaned at the loss of tight heat and slick wetness. I shoved myself back down with an almost savage thrust. He squeezed his eyes shut with a moan, his fingers digging into my hips.
I continued those motions, up and down, taking him inside me again and again. His thighs began to tremble and his cock throbbed and I knew he was going to come soon.
Before I could reach down to play with myself, he did the job for me, pressing a thumb to my clit and rubbing in circles.
“I want you to come with me,” he panted. “I want you coming on my cock.”
Pleasure shot through me as I picked up the pace, slamming down onto his hips, the skin of my ass hitting his thighs with loud smacks.
His cock twitched and jumped, growing just that much harder, filling me just that much deeper, and with one last thrust of my hips I exploded, stars streaking across my vision, my breath taken away.
Julian cursed and took my hips in his hand, slamming me down on his cock one last time before he came with me, spilling himself inside.
We shuddered and gasped together as we found each other’s hands and held on tight, fingers intertwined.
I finally came down from the high and found that my legs could barely hold me up any longer. I collapsed next to Julian on the bed, still trying to catch my breath. He rolled toward me and gathered me in his arms. We traded soft kisses back and forth with quiet, contented sighs, before he pulled away to look into my eyes.
“Thank you,” he said.