Page 65 of Diesel
I nip her shoulder with my teeth, hooking my fingers deeper inside her and she grinds down.
“See how good your body takes me?” My voice is ragged, the control I desperately try to keep fraying. She does this to me—makes me lose my mind.
I push inside her, unforgiving, too much most likely, but she clings tighter to my shoulders. Her breath tears out of her, sharper, shallower, until she lets out a primal groan against me.
Her pussy clamps around my fingers, contracting in needy, relentless waves.
I pull out of her leggings, turn her around and I press her hands against the wall. “Don’t move,” I order.
I know my girl, know exactly what she needs, and how to give it to her. She glances over her shoulder, her back bowed, her bottom presented to me like a sacrifice. There’s no fear in her eyes, just complete trust. I don’t deserve it, but I take it anyway.
I drag her leggings down her legs, exposing her to me. She steps out of them, kicking them off, but doesn’t move from where I put her.
Good girl.
For a moment I don’t touch her, I just stare at her perfection. There’s a scar across her back to her hip, a shiny white line that tells the story about a past we both tried to forget over the years. I press a kiss there, moving to that dimple just above her bottom.
Her face is flushed, her eyes heated like molten desire.
“Face forward,” I order, trailing my fingers over her spine.
She grumbles but does as I ask, and I slide her shirt up exposing more of her.
I kiss every inch of her skin I can see, worshiping her in the only way my mouth can. I slide my hand under her, trailing my fingertips through her folds. She whimpers, her knees wobbling enough for me to hook an arm under her belly. She’s soft there, curves and beauty. Feminine and perfect.
If I die trying to build this life for us, at least I’ll have this memory. At least I’ll have her burned into my skin like a brand.
I unbuckle my belt, shoving my jeans down to my knees. My cock’s already hard when I pull it free of my boxers, pre-cum leaking from the head. I guide my shaft to her entrance, dragging it through her wetness, coating myself with her.
Then I push inside her. Her fingers splaying wide on the wall before they dig in like she’s trying to use it as an anchor.
I feel her stretch around me, her body made to take me.Still holding her stomach, I drag back almost to the tip and slam into her.
The sound she makes is wrecked and it makes my cock harder.
This is more than sex. It always is between us. It’s connection. It’s everything I want to say to her, but I don’t have the words.
I’d climb inside her if I could, until neither one of us know where the other began and ended. This is what she does to me.
A familiar heat builds inside me. I circle my hips, driving my shaft into her body until she’s whimpering.
“That’s it, firefly… You feel so good.”
“Yes…” She gasps. “Keep going.”
I almost chuckle. There’s not a force on earth that could stop me right now, other than her saying no.
I pound into her over and over, until I feel her clamp around me like she’s trying to hold me inside her. She throws her head back, as much as she can in this position, and lets out a strangled yelp. It’s enough to send me over the edge. My breath stutters, catching in my throat as I spill inside her body.
I keep her pinned against the wall, my cock still buried inside her as I slow my movements while she drains every drop out of me.
I kiss her spine, feeling her tremble beneath my lips. My arms tighten around her waist, holding her like she’ll vanish if I let go.
I drop my forehead to her back, breathing in like I’m committing every part of this to my memory. “You see what you do to me?”
“You wreck me just as much as I wreck you,” she mumbles through lips that sound swollen.
“Don’t leave me,” I whisper, still buried inside her, still chasing the feel of her.
