Page 36 of Wish I Might
He lifted his head to grin at her.“We all gotta go sometime.”
“Bastard,” she said and thumped him again.He pinched her nipple harder in retaliation.She squealed, and her pussy rippled around his dick.Hard.
When he was sure he could speak without stuttering, he drawled, “Well, that still works.”
“I will kill you,” she warned.
He just grinned and pinched her nipple again, and his groan mingled with hers when her pussy clenched like a fist.
“Don’t you want to come?”she asked when she had her breath back.
He turned his mouth back to her nipple, lapping at it while he toyed with its twin.“Yeah.”
“Then for God’s sake,fuck me.”
With a last lick and pinch, he scooted up until they were belly to belly, face to face.“Give me your hands.”
Relief sparked in her eyes, and she yanked her hands out from under her.He grabbed them, wove his fingers through hers, and stretched her arms above her head.
Eyes wide, she tried to pull free.“What are you doing?”
“Fucking you,” he told her, and suited actions to words.
He wasn’t moving much faster than before, but now, with his body glued to hers from hips to nips, it was so much more intense.His firm belly slid slickly against her soft one, his chest against her breasts.Her pussy was so wet, his dick so slick that every time he pulled out, every time he slid in there was a soggy slap, a soft squelch.The sound made him smile, made her blush.And pushed both of them closer to orgasm.
“Fuck, Bailey.”He nuzzled her cheek, dragged his tongue to the corner of her mouth.“Your pussy is so goddamn wet I could swim in it.”
“Smooth talker,” she managed.Her breath soughed out, mingling with his.Her eyes were heavy, her cheeks flushed.Under his restraining hands, her muscles flexed.“Nash.”
“What, baby?”He brushed his lips over hers, softly, gently, then lapped with his tongue.“Tell me.”
“I need to come.”
“You will,” he promised.His hips plunged and retreated at the same unhurried pace, flesh sliding slickly against flesh.“You can.”
“I won’t, I can’t.”She sobbed it, desperation giving the words a ragged edge.Her body strained under his, arching and twisting.He simply dropped down to pin her in place.“I need more.”
“You don’t,” he crooned.His hips continued to grind while he held her down, slow and steady, stroking her into madness.“You can come like this.You’re so close.”
She shook her head frantically, her hair a mad tangle on the pillow.
“So close,” he repeated, shifting to put his mouth to her ear.“You think I can’t feel it?Your pussy is grabbing my dick like it owes you money.”
She choked out a ragged curse and curled her fingers so her nails dug into the back of his hands.The sharp sting threatened to pierce his control, forcing him to bear down with gritted teeth to keep the same steady, even pace.
“You’re gonna fucking come, Bailey,” he told her and prayed he was right.He was hanging on by a thread, that feathery sensation dancing up his spine, over his balls.If he wanted to make his point, he needed to find a way push her over without giving in.
Her eyes were wild.“No.”
“Yes.”He caught her gaze and hoped dirty talk was still one of her triggers.“You’re going to come just like this, that beautiful pussy squeezing this load out of me while I fuck it into you.You’re gonna feel every spurt, every shot—”
She started to shake, thighs trembling, her arms vibrating.Her belly was rippling, breasts heaving.And her pussy had become a clutching, pulsing vise.
“—every hot, thick, drop of my load when I shoot it into you.”
Sharp little mewing sounds emerged from her throat, Bailey’sI’m comingalert, and Nash felt both sharp satisfaction and giddy relief.
“That’s it, beautiful, you’re almost there,” he urged, digging his knees into the mattress for extra leverage.Her eyes were wide, her mouth open as she panted.Then she went still, her pussy clamping down so hard he thought she might tear his dick off at the root, then her cunt was battering him with pulsing spasms, her body shaking with pleasure.
