Page 73 of Just for Fun
“Kyle,” she cries out. “It’s happening… I’m…”
I drop my lips over her again and use my free hand to pinch one of her nipples hard. In fact, I’m positive that if she wasn’t so turned on, she’d cry real tears from the pain of it. But right now, it gives her the edge she needs, and she is suddenly in free falling.
She pushes at my shoulders and digs her head into the pillow, the sounds coming out of her the sweetest aphrodisiac.
“You’re such a good girl,” I murmur against her lips even though she probably can’t even hear me.
I squeeze both her nipples a few more times and continue pumping my fingers in and out of her, hoping to prolong her orgasm for as long as possible.
Sitting back on my legs, I grab the condom I placed on the bed earlier. Since I only have one hand available, I use my teeth to break the wrapper. Then, with shaky moves, I place the condom on the tip of my cock and roll it down until it reaches the base.
I keep my eyes on her as I pull my fingers out, hoping that she is so out of it from the orgasm that she won’t feel when I enter her. Considering how our first time went, I worry that this willscare her. Keeping her distracted seems to be the obvious course of action.
The only thing I don’t take into consideration is how I would feel once my cock finally breaches her.
“Holy shit,” I breathe out.
Just as with our first time together, my vision goes blurry as soon as I can feel her heat. This time though, I slide right in, maybe a little too fast.
“Are you okay?” I drop to all fours, staring at her beautiful face.
Zara’s breathing is out of control. “I’ve never felt better,” she murmurs. “Please don’t stop.”
I don’t care to hear anything else. I thrust my hips forward and don’t stop until I bottom out. There’s this incredible feeling of euphoria that instantly envelopes my entire body.
I wish I could talk to her, asking along every step of the way whether she is okay with what I’m doing to her. Unfortunately, I lose control of all my senses. All I am capable of doing is to thrust in and out of her, becoming obsessed with the way her pussy grips me and doesn’t let go of me.
Time and space become obsolete. I don’t know what’s happening around us, but when she squeezes me again and screams, I know I may have hit the jackpot when she comes again. That starts a domino effect. Tingles forms at the base of my spine, causing me to move faster and like I am in a trance. I lean forward and take one of her nipples in my mouth, sucking on it as I finally let go.
I find myself in free fall, with Zara being the only thing that’s keeping me anchored. I want to analyze why she makes me feel this way, but I can’t focus on anything other than the feel of her pussy squeezing my cock and the taste of her skin on my tongue.
When I come, I pray that I never recover from whatever spell Zara Bray put on me. And I want her to feel the same. I need her to feel the same.
I just… need her.
TWENTY-THREE
Zara
“That was incredible.”
I think this must be the tenth time I say this, but it needs to be repeated. My second time having sex wasthatgood. Even though he gave me an orgasm with his mouth the first time, it did not compare with the one that occurred while he was inside of me.
Kyle chuckles next to me. “I was trying to redeem myself,” he says. “My performance at my house was deplorable.”
I turn on my side so I can see him better, pulling the sheets more under my chin while my arm remains on top of it. It still feels weird to just lay naked in front of him, although, he doesn’t seem to be having the same problem. He is laying on top of the covers, in all his glory, with his half engorged member on display.
I feel funny calling it that, but I can’t make myself to call it a cock either. This is all too complicated.
When he notices me staring, he turns onto his side and mirrors my position. We stare into each other’s eyes, a faint smile on both of our faces.
”I plan on doing that again,” he teases. My heart rate instantly picks up. “I have a lot to make up for.”
I’m not sure what he is trying to say with that. “What do you mean?”
He shrugs playfully. “Well, your first time was a disaster. I feel guilty about it…”
”Why would you be feeling guilty if you didn’t even know it was my first time?” I interrupt him.
