“Fuck,” he gritted out, rolling on the condom with a speed he hadn’t known he was capable of. “I need inside that pussy before I lose it.”
She spread her legs wider, kept stroking herself. “Hurry up, then.” Her voice was a ragged whisper. Her folds glistened, all slick and soft and open for him, like the best kind of taunt. James covered her body with his, holding his weight on one hand, using the other to grab her thigh and spread her even wider.
“Ready, baby?”
“Yes,” she breathed, her hips lifting, searching him out.
“Keep touching yourself,” he ordered. “Tell me if it hurts—”
“Maybe I want it to hurt.”
“Shit, Nina. Unless you want me to come before you get any dick whatsoever, keep that to yourself.”
She laughed, but the sound cut short when his cock found her entrance. He bent his head to kiss her pretty, filthy mouth, and as her tongue met his, James pushed.
It was a slow, easy glide into Nina’s tight cunt, her wet heat welcoming him like they’d been made to fit together. “Ohhh, fuck,” he hissed. He hadn’t meant to; pure bliss dragged those words out of him. It felt as if his lungs had seized, his heart had stopped, the world had paused, and he was frozen in a shard of impossible, sharp-edged perfection. Then, all at once, the moment passed. But he couldn’t forget that feeling—not when Nina was soft beneath him, her pussy slick around him, her hands demanding as she pulled him closer. Then she kissed him again, and he’d never known anything so divine as this, as having her everywhere in every way.
Driven by mindless, frantic need, he thrust. Hard.
Nina had kind of expected James to fuck her brains out, but she hadn’t been ready for this. No-one could be ready for this.
Her need for him was ravenous and wild and it had teeth. When his thick cock shoved deep inside her, the sweet friction and the eventual, perfect glide made her toes curl. Tendrils of pleasure tightened around her limbs and held her hostage, every muscle in her body straining under the ruthless pleasure he gave her. But even that wasn’t enough to assuage the need. Not yet.
So she clung to him and met him thrust for thrust, revelling in his warmth and his strength and the raw, guttural sounds he made as he pounded into her. When he lowered his head to suck her nipples again, she could’ve cried. His tongue swirling around her sensitive areola and his cock sliding over her G-spot and his pelvis rocking against her clit all conspired against her until she was practically sobbing, gasping out things she’d never thought she could say. “Oh my God, oh my God, I need you forever, don’t stop, don’t ever stop I can’t take it, fuck, James.” On and on, her pleasure spilled out like an ocean overflowing, and then, somehow, he made it worse.
Raising his lips to her ear, he talked back. And he talked dirty.
“Tell me, sweetheart. Tell me how good I fuck you.”
She’d love to, except she was suddenly unable to speak. All she could do was pant and moan pathetically, and rock against him desperately as pleasure rose to a crescendo.
And still, he talked, his voice smoke and whisky and hot, dark nights. “Jesus, Nina, you feel so good. And so fucking wet. I wish I could taste you and fuck you at the same time.” He pressed a hot kiss to her throat, then another, then another, until sensation zipped over her tender skin and her moans became ragged and desperate. “We might have to get creative,” he murmured thoughtfully. “I want to hold you down and suck your clit and feel you fucking yourself on a dildo for me. I want a lot of things from you, love.”
Hopefully one of them was an orgasm, because at that moment, she came.
James held her by the throat and fucked her through it. While her body shook and her pussy spasmed and her breath was forced from her lungs through sheer pleasure, he thrust into her again and again, so deep she felt it in her chest, so perfect she could die right then and have no regrets. And when he choked out her name a moment later, and held her to him, and found his release, she felt happier and deliciously filthier than she ever had in her life.
After that, time passed in a gentle haze of blurred vision and loose limbs. She felt the mattress shift as he got up, smiled dreamily when he kissed her forehead and murmured that he wouldn’t be a second. And then she might have fallen asleep a little bit.
At some point she came back down to earth and found herself lying on her back, her sweat-damp skin cooling… until James slung one heavy thigh over her hips and wrapped his arms around her. Just like that, she was dragged under by his intoxicating scent and surrounded by his warmth, safer than she’d ever felt before. But even though she loved the position, she couldn’t pass up the opportunity to take the piss.
“So you’re a snuggler,” she said. “Interesting.”
“If you intend to complain,” he replied, his voice muffled against her hair, “just know that I’m not above kissing you to keep you quiet.”
She laughed, until an anxiety-inducing thought popped into her head, drowning out the amusement. “So, that was… And now, we… Which means.” She cleared her throat and thought wistfully of a time, less than twenty-four hours ago, when she’d been considered generally articulate. Jesus, how did people do this romantic shit when they cared so much about it?
Then again, Nina supposed, she was no stranger to caring about things. So she should pull herself together and continue being brave. “So,” she said firmly. “I realised we talked about feels and stuff, but, erm, what is this?”
He laughed gently, and held her tighter, which she hadn’t thought was possible. “You and me, you mean?”
“Yeah.”
“I’d like to think we’re in a relationship. What do you think about that?”
Peace fell like spring rain, dragging a goofy smile over Nina’s face. “I think I agree,” she said, trying not to sound too delighted. “A relationship. Yeah.” And then she added wryly, “Can’t wait to tell my brother.”
“Bedroom rule,” James said. “We don’t talk about your brother.”
She snorted. “Fair enough. But we do have to tell—”
James’s hand covered her mouth, not hard enough to really shut her up, but she got the message. Got it, and ignored it. With wicked amusement, she said against his palm, “You were supposed to be watching me.”
“I did watch you,” he said. “I watched you bend over in those jeans with the rip underneath your right arsecheek.”
“James!”
“You know what? I don’t really care what Mark thinks, because you’re an adult. And I know you don’t care either, so stop breaking the bedroom rule.” He moved his hand away from her mouth, setting the sound of her laughter free. Then, without warning, he shifted until he was on top of her, his sinful smile bright and beautiful. “Your official punishment,” he said seriously, “is one kiss.”
“Just one?”
“I’ll thank you not to diminish my excellent kisses. One is definitely enough.”
She snorted and stole her kiss. James’s mouth was surprisingly sweet and achingly gentle against hers, transforming the glitter of her amusement into something slower, hotter, more needy. As his tongue traced her lower lip, Nina’s arousal flared—but that was nothing compared to the other currents flooding her mind, the fond affection and the deep possessiveness and…