Page 47 of What If We Break?
Each beat of my heart resounded like a drum in my ears, the electric surge of adrenaline and excitement coursing through my veins.
He wasn’t just some random guy, he was Reece, the loveof my life. And the thought of him inside me sent a chill through my body.
Reece stepped back, letting me see the bulge in his pants.
Impatiently, I watched him undress himself; his eyes never leaving mine and that devilish grin never leaving his lips. I watched as he unzipped his pants, sliding them and his underwear down his legs. His erection stood tall and proud, glistening with a bead of pre-cum at the tip. It was long and thick, pulsating with every beat of his heart, and the veins stood out against his taut skin.
When he approached me, my body quivered with excitement. My skin pricked with goosebumps as his hand brushed against my arm before locking his fingers with my own. He pulled me off the bench, taking a seat before I was sitting on his lap, his erection pressing against my pussy.
God, I was so ready for him.
Lifting my hips, I reached a hand between our bodies and wrapped my fingers around his cock, guiding it to my entrance.
Reece’s eyes widened at the sight, his body trembling as his tip got coated with my wetness. Taking one last deep breath, I began to lower myself onto his dick, feeling his thickness stretch me.
His breath caught in his throat as I took him in, my pussy adjusting to his size. I sank onto him slowly, savoring the feeling of him filling me completely.
Once I was fully seated on him, I looked into Reece’s eyes and saw the passion and love I felt for him reflected back at me.
He wrapped his arms around me, pulling me close, his lips claiming mine. As our kiss deepened, I tasted Reece on my lips—a hint of the coffee we shared earlier, mixed with the sweetness of his breath and the saltiness of his skin.
The smack of our lips meeting echoed in the quiet room, making a soft, wet sound as we explored each other’s lips.
I began to move, rocking my hips in a slow, sensual rhythm. Reece’s hands roamed over my body, caressing me. His fingers traced the curves of my back and hips, driving me crazy. His grip was firm, possessive.
I felt like I was floating, lost in a dream when our movements increased.
“You feel so good,” he whispered between kisses, his breath hot and heavy against my skin.
Reece leaned back slightly, his eyes set on mine as he thrust upward, meeting me halfway. Each stroke was slower than the one before, building the tension between us until it was almost unbearable.
His fingers pressed into the skin of my hips, guiding me, and controlling our movements. I clung to him, my nails digging into his flesh, our bodies slick with sweat.
I could see the flush of arousal on Reece’s cheeks, the way his eyes darkened with need as we moved together.
“Oh, Reece,” I cried out, my voice barely audible over the pounding of my heart. “Please, harder, faster.”
His eyes flared with something dangerous, a sinful grin forming on his lips. With a grunt of effort, he picked up the pace, his thrusts becoming more urgent, more intense. Our bodies slapped together, the sound ringing in the locker room.
The air was thick with the scent of sex, musky and heady, mingled with the light scent of our sweat and the subtle hint of vanilla from our body wash. The slapping sound of our bodies colliding sent tingles through my body, making every nerve ending come alive.
Our bodies moved in perfect synchronicity, our movements mirroring each other with increasing intensity.
His hands were back on my waist, pulling me right against his body, my breast pressed to his chest, his heart beating in time with mine.
With each thrust, the intense sensation of his cock filling me consumed my body, urging my hips to move faster. As Reece’s pants grew more ragged and my moans became louder, I knew we were getting closer to the edge.
Sweat dripped from our backs, our bodies glistening in the moonlight, my skin slick against his. I could feel the tension building within me, the pleasure coursing through my veins, making my muscles quiver and my breaths shallower.
“I’m close, Reece,” I gasped.
“I can feel it too, baby,” he panted, his eyes locked on mine, the intensity of his gaze burning into my soul. “Come for me,mi princesa.” One final thrust and I was gone. My body shook with the force of my orgasm, my screams mingling with Reece’s deep groans.
As my orgasm subsided, I collapsed against Reece, my body still trembling slightly. He held me tight, his own breathing calming down but his heart still racing.
“That was…” I began, struggling to find the words to describe the intensity. “Wow.”
Reece laughed softly, the sound deep and rich in my ear. “Just wow?” he asked.
