Page 93 of Cohen's Control

I kiss her again.

“Cohen, were you serious or do you have post-nut clarity and regret it? Because—”

With my forearms, I push myself to my knees, my body hovering over her. She swallows as her eyes take in my steely cock, and she bites her bottom lip at the sight of my swollen balls. I don’t know if they’re actually swollen, but goddamn do I want to empty them.

“Oh,” she says, a smile curling her lips as her wide blue eyes glitter up at me, orange sunset painting her edges. “You don’t have post-nut clarity yet.”

She flips over, peering at me over her shoulder. “Fuck me like this,” she purrs, “then come on my back. Please.”

Fu-uck.

She brings her thighs together, and Jesus it’s been a while since I’ve had to last for a long time, and I know she’s already come but still, she needs to come again. Everytime my cock is in her, and we’re not warming, she’s fucking coming.

I’m a man on a mission.

I lower myself onto her, and she moans at the feel of my weight at her back.

“You’re so warm and hard against me,” she whimpers, turning her head to give me access to her ear and cheek. I press my lips to her ear, and give her all the clarity she needs.

“I don’t need post-nut clarity. I want to live with you, Scarlett.” I press into her, feeling her wince at the wide intrusion of this angle. With her legs pulled together, she’s even tighter, making my already thick cock spread her somewhat painfully.

But very quickly, I’m seated fully inside, my groin smashed against her ass as we take a minute to calibrate. “You feel so fucking good, Scar,” I breathe, squeezing my eyes shut, turning my head away from all that silky blonde hair, and the smell of the studio on her skin. I love that fucking slightly sweaty, mostly sweet, fresh air scent she brings home after work. It makes me hard.

“Yes,” she pants, agreeing in moans to everything I’m doing and saying. I watch her back muscles flex as her spine curls with pleasure. One cheek pressed into the pillow, her face is flushed, eyes shut, fingers clutching the mattress like we’re fucking flying. “I want you to come for me,” she whimpers before adding, “you earned it.”

I don’t know why those three words wrap themselves around my balls like an oiled palm but Jesus. “Scar, I want you to come again, can you come again for me?” I coax, rolling my hips at a new angle, touching places inside her deep and spongy. Her fingers release the bed covers as she lets loose a chest-hollowing moan.

“Ohmygod,” she moans before turning her head, pressing her face directly into the pillows. I reach down smooth a palm up the back of her neck, my thumb tracing one ear lobe.

“I wanna hear you come again,” I say, and she turns her head for me, giving a tiny, out of breath nod. “I wanna feel you.”

“Right there,” she guides as I press into her deep, my cock throbbing, groin full of pressure.

I grit my teeth, I hold my jaw tight, and I dig deep. Fucking her in deep, slow strokes, she unravels, her tunnel seizing around me, tightening, milking, gushing. Her warm release coats me, and the rush of her arousal makes me harder.

I pull out, and my cock slides perfectly in the split of her ass. I push my thumb down, bridging the two perfect globes, and fuck the space between her ass and my thumb. I roll my hips as she pleads for my release, begs to feel my hot cum all over her. A few pumps and I’m stopped, stomach clenched as my cock pulses beneath my thumb. I cover her back in threads of white cream, and when she peers over her shoulder at me, barely getting a glimpse of the scene, I have the strongest urge to take her photo.

To remember this erotic experience we’re having.

But she’s on camera so much for work, I don’t suggest it. But I do peer down at her a moment longer than I’d like, soaking up the sight.

“I’ve never done that,” I admit, knowing she has. I’m not sour that she’s more experienced than me—only excited to explore together. “You look incredibly hot, laying down like this, with my cum all over you.”

She snickers. “I mean, I’m into it. I think it’s super hot, too. But I’ve always wanted to know…” she trails off as she cautiously lifts her chest from the mattress, propping herself up on her elbows. Some my cum rolls off her back down her ribcage, and I react, surging forward with my palm to collect it before it gets on the sheets.

“What’s your question?” I ask, awkwardly trying to bring the stray drops to join the rest, sliding my hand up her side.

She laughs again. “First—what are you doing?”

“There’s so much, and I don’t want to get your bed dirty.”

At that, she’s quiet, and I reach out with my other hand, losing the battle to the slippery fluid. As I’m looking around for a towel, she says, “Rub it in.”

I look down at the drying load on her back. “Rub it in?”

With the one eye visible to me, she winks. “Why not? I liked having it rubbed into me the other day. It was like… our secret.”

I’m unsure as I stare down at her painted back. My cock thickens between my thighs at the idea of rubbing my cum into her. But a little drop rubbed into her nipple is different than a completely saturated back. I mean, I remember waking up to a dried, sticky mess in the sheets many times.

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