Page 107 of The Sound Of Silence

Jesus.

Jerking my head back, I catch her gaze and suck in a breath as all my blood rushes to my cock, making it almost impossible to ignore. But when she pushes me away and sits up, showing me she means business, I’m ruined.

Snap!

Jumping up, I grab a condom from my wallet, thankful I still had it in my pocket. But before I can rip the packet open, Willow rushes to stop me, stealing it from my grasp and hiding it behind her back.

“Wait,” she rasps breathlessly. “I want to feel you bare, just for a second before you put that on. And I want you to feel me. I want this to be different. I want our time together to be different.”

“Fuck, Buttercup.” I’m struggling to think straight as her words fill my mind, but I focus enough to understand her meaning. And she’s so far off base that it hurts.

“Willow, it’s been different with you since the moment we met. None of this compares to anything I’ve experienced before, and I doubt anything ever will.”

Willow gasps as her eyes dart between mine, searching for the truth, or perhaps looking to see if she can catch me in a lie. I hold her gaze, standing firm, because I think that might be the most honest and real thing I’ve ever said to her.

She’s still for a beat, but when she finds her answer, she nods as her tongue sneaks out to moisten her lips. “I still want it.”

Fuuuck!

Length in hand, I pump it a few times as I move forward and kneel on the bed. My muscles twitch under Willow’s intense gaze as her eyes track my every move, glued to my cock like it’s a beacon she’s tasked with guarding.

She sits back on her heels, and with her arms still locked behind her, she looks the picture of obedience. If this was anyone else, I’d want that. I only ever sought women who did things my way. But with Willow, I want more. I want to be her equal.

“How do you want me?” she asks, and I almost laugh at the irony. This is what I’d usually be desperate for, but now I want her to help lead. I want to know what she wants. I want to see the Willow who took control of my cock for the very first time.

“How do you want it?” I counter, my lips pulling into a smile when her eyes widen, and I can see her mind whirring.

Her gaze moves around the bed, until she seemingly decides and her cheeks flush with nerves. “I’d love to ride you.”

Fuck yes!Me too.

I grab her waist, and she squeals out a laugh as I flip us around in one quick movement, positioning her so she’s straddling my legs, my cock hitting her in the stomach.

“You sure?” I ask, my palms spread out around her hips as my thumbs run circles over her skin.

Willow nods and I lift her easily, shifting her weight to her knees. “Stay like that,” I softly demand. “I want to try something.”

Releasing my hold, I grip my length and angle it toward her, immediately running it through her core, covering myself in her slickness. Her head falls back as my balls tighten in an instant.

Flesh on flesh for the first time, and holy fucking shit.

I slam my eyes shut, giving myself an internal pep talk before I keep going, then glide myself through her heat a few more times, groaning at the intense feeling.I need to try more.

Holding my breath, I line myself up with her core and watch our connection as Willow sinks down on top of me, burying me to the hilt.

My body spasms, and I vaguely hear Willow cry out in pleasure, but I can’t concentrate on anything other than the incredible sensation I’m experiencing.

When I’m certain I can move without exploding inside her, I roll her hips, pulling her toward me while I push back.

This is fucking heaven. If doing this is going to send me to hell, so be it. I will never regret this moment.

My chest tightens as a new rush takes over me, but I ignore it. I’m not ready to process feelings. I’m still fighting not to blow my load without protection.

Willow leans forward, spreading her palms over my pecs, and I know she feels it too.

But as much as I want to finish inside her, I only allow myself another few seconds of bliss before I lift her off me and sheath myself, hating our little experiment because I’m not sure I’ll ever get over it.

This time around, Willow lowers herself painstakingly slowly, and I have to fight myself not to take over. It feels like a lifetime passes as she moves inch by torturous inch, like she's testing my limits, and when she’s finally full of me, I groan out a relieved sigh, deliberately twitching inside her.

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