“God…” She hooks one of her legs over my shoulder and presses her heel into my back, nudging me closer. I would laugh if my mouth wasn’t so busy, but since it is, I start to pump in and out of her with shallow thrusts.
Closing my lips around her clit, I give it a gentle suck, making her back bow off the bed while drawing out a throaty moan that sounds sexy as hell, and leaves my cock beading with pre-cum. I can already feel her walls quivering around my finger.
Her clit swollen on my tongue, begging to be devoured. I wonder whose heart is beating the fastest right now, mine or hers?
“Please, Elijah,” she begs, tilting her hips up again, so desperate for a release. She’s a greedy girl when it comes to pleasure, but I suppose I can give her one orgasm for now. It’s not like I can’t make her come again and again until she’s nothing but a gooey mess, filled to the brim with my cum.
I pull my finger all the way out and add a second, plunging right back into her. At the same time, I press my tongue firmly against the tight bundle of nerves between her folds. Nibbling and sucking on them, I draw out tiny gasps from her lips, telling me she’s growing closer to the edge.
As I anticipated, it doesn’t take her long before she explodes. Her release gushing into my mouth as her walls squeeze my fingers and her thighs quiver around my shoulders. Her whole body lifts up off the bed for a second, before slumping back down onto the mattress, her chest rising and falling as if she just finished running a marathon.
When I straighten to my full height and look down at her, I find her eyes are closed. A tranquil look contouring her features. She looks like a sleeping angel, delicate, fragile, beautiful. There is not a sliver of worry about the future in her expression, only overzealous joy.
For a second, I find myself just standing there watching her like a creep. Is it wrong to want to stare at the woman you love for hours? I don’t know, but if it is, then I don’t care, judge me, because Bailey’s worth obsessing over, worth gazing at all day.
She opens her beautiful green eyes, her emeralds finding mine in an instant as if she’s being pulled toward me. A smile tugs on her lips and it looks like even that takes effort for her. And as badly as I want her, I know that we have forever, so I can always wait.
“Do you want to go to sleep?”
“No, I want you to come over here and continue making love to me,” she tells me, and I swear my heart feels like it’s about to leap out of my chest. I make quick work of the clothing I’m still wearing, dropping them carelessly to the floor before crawling on top of her. Wrapping my arms around her body, I flip us, placing her on top of me.
Without any hesitation, she lifts herself, grabs my cock and positions it against her entrance before sinking down on my length, her pussy swallowing every single inch of me down to my balls. Holy fuck. Heaven… this feels like heaven.
She is so fucking wet, my cock slides in with ease, her channel relaxed from her orgasm, gives me no resistance. Her pussy wants me in there just as much as my cock wants to be inside of her.
Planting her hands flat on my stomach, my Sunflower steadies herself while starting to move her hips. At first she shimmies back and forth, unsure of herself and I am reminded of her inexperience. I realize we never done this position before and since all her sexual experiences have been with me, she has never been on top.
As always, the thought fills me with pride and possessiveness. She is mine and always mine. No other man ever had her and if I have anything to say about it, no other man ever will.
I place my hands on her upper thighs, but I don’t move her. I give her all the control and as far as I can tell she very much enjoys it. She grinds herself onto me, rubbing her clit onto my groin while impaling herself with my cock. Her fingers curl and her sharp nails dig into my skin. I groan at the slight pain and the immense pleasure.
“Fuck… you feel so good…” I grit through my teeth, dipping my head back into the pillow. She picks up the speed, lifting her ass up slightly every time she moves up before slamming back down on my cock.
I reach up to cup both of her perfectly shaped breasts, they feel heavy and full in my hands, and when I start kneading them, Bailey arches her body, pushing the swollen peaks farther into my hands. I roll the pink, diamond hard nipples between my thumbs and my fingers, drawing moans of pleasure out of her.
Her pussy quivers around my cock, her walls starting to squeeze around me, and I know she is close.
“Come with me,” I order as I keep pinching and tugging on her tender breast. “Ride my cock and come with me.”
“Oh god, yes…” She half moans. Her pussy strangles my cock as she explodes on top of me. Her head falls back and a silent scream paints her face and the climax runs through her. My own orgasm slams into me a second later, pleasure so intense, my vision goes black and my mind goes blank.
When I come back down to earth like a cloud floating in the air, Bailey has already collapsed on top of me. Her slender body pressed against mine, fitting perfectly into mine. I wrap my arms around her, holding her in place. I don’t think she is going to move the rest of the night, but I won’t take any chances.
I feel as if the puzzle piece I was holding onto all my life is finally in place. I was so stupid... so, so stupid. I knew something was missing. A missing piece in the puzzle that is my life. It was right there the whole time, I was just too afraid to grab it and put it in place. Not anymore. I will do whatever it takes to keep her, to keep my puzzle complete.
I open my eyes the next morning and find that we are in the exact same position. As predicted, Bailey didn’t even try to move. Her cheek is firmly pressed to my chest and a small wet spot at the corner of her mouth. I can’t help but chuckle. I don’t know why I find her drooling on me so adorable instead of being appalled by it.
She stirs and I tighten my hold around her, not quite ready to let her go, not ready for us to wake up and remember last night’s dinner. My heart is still heavy over it. I can’t believe my father said the things that he did about her. Even worse, she heard them. Guilt and shame fill me, two emotions I don’t often feel twisted into a tight knot in my chest. I should talk to her about this again. Explain, apologize, and hope she can forgive me for bringing her there in the first place.
I wait a few more minutes giving her a chance to wake up, rubbing my hand up and down her back, making sure she is awake. The shame I feel over this is gnawing away at me. I need to get this off my chest.
“I’m sorry I keep drooling on you,” she murmurs into my skin. “Not to boost your ego, but I’m pretty sure it’s because you look like a GQ model, and even my sleeping body knows that.”
“You can drool on me all night if it means I get to hold you and wake up with you on top of me,” I tell her, meaning every word. She tries to get up, but I hold her in place.
“I need to tell you something…” I pause, gathering my thoughts into one basket. “You know my mom left right after I was born?”
“Yes, I know,” she whispers and I can hear in her voice how sorry she feels for me.
“My mom didn’t just leave us… she also stole my dad’s money. Cleaned out the checking account, savings account, took the car, she left us without a penny.”
I’d never talked to anyone about this besides my father and my brother, and to be honest, I wasn’t planning on telling anyone else either.