She turns her head to look away from me.
I whisper in her ear. “You don’t have to tell me you love me back. I can wait. I’ll still love you no matter what.”
She whispers something, but her eyes are jammed shut and she has her head turned away from me.
“What did you say?” I stop pushing, stop trying to get inside her.
She tips her face up to mine. “I do,” she says quietly.
“You do what?” I whisper back. I can feel her heat wrapped all around me, but I’m not in fully. Will I ever be?
“I do love you,” she says. She tips her hips, her body relaxes, a smile breaks across her face, and I sink inside her to the hilt. “I do love you,” she says again. She wiggles her palms from under mine and takes my face in her hands. “I love you, Paul.”
I’m in her, balls deep, but I can’t move. I can just stare into her face because I’ve never seen such acceptance and trust in her green eyes. She’s usually so wary, but she’s open under me, allowing me inside her in every way possible. I let her hands go, and she wraps them around my neck. Her feet rest on the backs of my calves and she’s so open and so trusting.
“I’m in.”
She nods, and a tear slides down the side of her face toward her hairline. I catch it with my lips, the salty taste of her like the sweetest essence against my lips. “You’re in.”
Then I move. I slide out of her, her wetness slathering me, and then I push back in. Her hips tilt so she can meet me, and I sink all the way in. I sit up a little so I can look down between us, and I watch her take me inside. When I pull back, my dick is all creamy, and she feels so f**king good.
“I can’t last long.”
“Make love to me, Paul,” she says. And she looks into my eyes. I slide my arms under her shoulders and pull her to me, and then I do as she requested. I make love to her. I f**k her. I pound in and out of her, and her cries spur me on. She murmurs sweet words of love and affection in my ear, and I close my eyes and try to hold out a little longer, but she’s so f**king tight. It’s like a hot, silky, buttery glove wrapped around my dick, squeezing me so tightly.
She comes undone around me, her walls squeezing me even tighter, and I stop moving so I can ride it out. I feel her quake around me, and without even another push, I come inside her. I soak her walls, pushing so deep I’m afraid I’ll hurt her, but she just whispers, “More,” in my ear. “More, Paul.”
My dick is so sensitive that I have to stop moving. I look down at her and say the only thing that pops into my head. “Wow.” I can barely breathe.
She giggles, and I slide out of her. I wince because her sheath surrounds me until it doesn’t, and the wet friction makes the glide almost painful.
“You okay?” I ask.
She nods and buries her face in my chest, suddenly shy.
“You sure?”
“Yeah. Just feeling kind of exposed. That was pretty intense.”
I fall onto my back and pull her forward to lie on my chest. “I’ve never had sex like that.”
My breaths are still ragged and so are hers. She rests her chin on her hand and draws a circle around my tender tattoo. “I really love this,” she says.
I don’t say what I want to say because I’m afraid she won’t say it back when she’s not in the throes of passion. I don’t tell her I love her.
“I meant it,” she suddenly blurts out.
I look down my nose at her. “Meant what?”
She hides her face, but I can hear her. “Everything I said. I meant it.”
“I know.” I chuckle and kiss her forehead. “I know you did.”
She would call me a pu**y if she looked up and saw my eyes glistening the way they must be right now.
I know she meant it, and that’s what makes what I’m going to do her tomorrow all the more scary.
Friday
Paul wakes me up the next morning before the sun comes up. He’s tucked in behind me, and my butt is cradled by his thighs. He cups my breast, squeezing my nipple between his thumb and forefinger very gently while he kisses the back of my neck and across my shoulder.
“You awake?” he asks softly, lifting his lips for only a moment, and then he puts them back on my skin, right back where I want them.
“I am now.” I cover his hand with mine and show him that he can apply more pressure. He’s so careful. I guess it’s because I told him my boobs are tender.
I can feel him behind me. He’s hot, hard, and ready, so I lift my leg a little, giving him some room, and he slides inside me in one warm, wet, completely full stroke. He grunts and says, “So good,” right beside my ear. It’s more moan and breath than talk, though. “I like waking up with you in my bed.”
I close my eyes and let him f**k me slowly, feeling him move in and out, the base of his stomach bumping my ass every time he fills me.
“God, Friday, I can’t last for shit when I’m inside you.”
His hand slides down my belly, and his fingers press insistently against my clit, and he rubs back and forth, his finger gently manipulating my piercing, putting just the right pressure on it.
He grabs on to my top leg and rolls me to my back without pulling out of me. He lifts my legs over his thighs and spreads me open wide. He rubs my pu**y while he f**ks me. He pulls my hand to my br**sts and says, “Play with them so I can watch.” He sits up on his elbow, and his gaze falls to my boobs. He licks his lips. He doesn’t stop his slow slide inside or his nimble fingers that are carrying me higher and higher.