Page 124 of Let's Kiss and Tell
“Mm?” I get out.
“I want you inside of me.”
“I am inside of you,” I say and then stick my tongue as far in as I possibly can. I do this until I can feel her thighs shake around my head.
“No,” she breathes out, “I’m going to come.”
“That’s the point,” I say against her skin.
She looks at me over her shoulder. “I want to come while you’re in me.”
With a grunt I stand up and take off my jeans. Lucy pulls down her underwear and throws it on the floor. The snapshot of her black lace panties lying on my West Elm rug looks like something that needs to be hanging at the Broad. She positions herself on all fours, and I reach for a condom in my nightstand drawer. Finally, I grab her hips and slowly ease myself inside. She lets out a moan and digs her face into the sheets.
“Don’t be shy,” I huff out. “Those sounds drive me crazy.”
There’s another moan on her end, and we find a rhythm that’s desperate, rough, and fast. I do everything in my power to make sure thisis notwhat it was the other night.Don’t get attached, don’t get attached,I tell myself. With every pump, I chant it in my head. I ignore Lucy’s moans, her crying out my name, and how I fit inside her like we were made for each other.
All of these are details that don’t matter andcan’tmatter.
Instead, I remember what Lucy wants. She wants sex. Rough, hot, filthy. I can give her that. Even though I had urges and curiosities, I never felt empowered before to do or say certain things in bed with other women. I never wanted anyone I was with to be taken out of the moment or feel like things were getting too erotic. So, I held back. But with Lucy, she makes me feel like I can do whatever turns me on.
“Your cock,” Lucy gasps, “it’s so big.”
“That cock stretching you out, baby?” I say and she nods. I’m surprised at how I’ve been able to comfortably find my voice when I’m with Lucy. How I can say things that turn us both on with no qualms. “This pussy is so tight, isn’t it?”
“Please,” Lucy begs. “Deeper.”
I pull Lucy’s hair into my fist, lock a grip on her waist, and pump until I hear a different kind of noise from her.
“Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god,” she screams over and over again. Her ass bounces off me, and it looks like art. “I want to go on top.” Lucy looks at me over her shoulder.
I lie down and she straddles her legs over me. When she settles, it’s a whole other new sensation. “Sh-shit.” She lets out a laugh.
“Take this off.” I reach for her bra clasp.
“I’m busy,” she says and rolls her hips into mine while reaching behind her and stroking a finger against my balls.
“Fuck,” I breathe out, and then I can’t take it anymore. I rip Lucy’s bra and she gasps.
“Marsh!”
“You said take it off.”
“You’re buying me another one.” She rolls her hips harder.
“I will buy you as many as you want as long as I get to see them.”
“Yes, daddy,” she says. There’s a moment where her eyes lock on mine, gauging if this is a safe enough space where she can say what she wants. I want to tell her that whatever kinks or experimental positions she wants to try, this is the place to do it. Lucy is safe with me. But I hold myself back because that’s not what we’re doing. We’re not opening up in the middle of sex.
Instead, I smack her ass, and she lets out a little yelp. I sit up and lean against my headboard and take advantage of the braless display in front of me. I flick her nipple with my tongue then bury my face in the crevice of her breasts. She squeezes my shoulder in pleasure. Her hips move in a figure eight that feels all too good, and that’s when I know she’s close.
I grip Lucy’s waist and hoist her up a little higher until I can thrust as fast and hard as physically possible. The sounds coming out of her are obscene, and I’m positive my neighbors can hear us. I don’t care.
“You like that, baby?” I huff, and her moaning confirms it.
It takes all of ten seconds for Lucy to orgasm, the feeling of her pulsing around me, then she collapses on the bed. Taking the condom off, I wrap my hand around my dick and start rubbing.
“Where do you want it?” I ask.
