Paul is the one who will keep her.
He is going to have her beauty, her fragility, her entire life in the palm of his hand. I’ve never been so goddamn jealous in my life. I hate myself for that. I won’t be able to watch her from adistance. I won’t be able to stomach the absolute fucking mess I made of my life.
I’m fucked.
And not in a fun way.
Lainey tips her chin, looking down at me, her hair falling around her face and tickling mine. My fingers ache to dive into that curly hair of hers while I fuck her. That thought slowly fades when I feel her hand slide down my stomach and between my legs.
Her fingers curl around my cock before she begins to gently stroke me. I’m already half hard. She doesn’t have to do much to get me there. The feel of her warm pussy so close to my dick is almost enough to make me rock hard. Her small fist wrapped around me, stroking me, is all I need to go from semi to fully ready to fuck her again.
Before I can flip her over and drive into her body, she adjusts herself so that her pussy is at the tip of my cock. Her hands slide up to my shoulders, she holds on to me there, her eyes never leaving mine as she sinks down along my length, taking all of me inside her.
Every last inch.
Then she shudders as her lips curve up into a small smile.
“Every inch of you is better than the last, Gunnar.”
“I love the way you say my name. I can’t remember the last time someone even muttered the word.”
I feel her cunt squeeze my cock, then release, over and over. I clench my teeth together, trying to keep from coming. I could lose control right here, just like this. Her hips begin to roll, her eyes connecting to mine.
I’m not sure how long I can stay like this, how long I can allow her to have control of this moment. I’m already on edge, just by being here with her like this. She rolls her hips, grinding her clit against my pelvis with each thrust.
Her breaths come out in soft pants that wash over my face, which do nothing but make the moment hotter. My fingers dance up the sides of her waist, her ribs, and then find her tits. I slide my thumbs across her tight nipples, and her breath hitches as she begins to buck harder above me.
I grunt, trying to keep from blowing my load, but I’m on the fucking verge of it already. Lainey shifts so she’s sitting up higher, her hands resting against my stomach as her head flies back and she starts to really get into it.
Keeping my hands on her tits, I pinch her nipples, tugging gently on them as she moans. Her sweet sounds fill the room. She is fucking me hard, her hips rolling and bucking hard and fast against me.
I feel her pussy flutter around my cock. I know she’s close. My balls ache to empty inside her again. Curling my fingers around her tits, I apply pressure there as I hold on to her and she grinds down hard.
Releasing one of her tits, I slip my hand between us, pressing my thumb against her clit as she continues to ride. I know it was the right move when she lets out a cry, then her head lifts before her chin drops and her gaze finds mine.
“I’m close, Gunnar. Please make me come.”
Her words come out in a moan. I apply pressure against her clit, but don’t make any other movements. I don’t even flinch. I let her use the pressure of my thumb to get herself there. And she does.
It doesn’t take long.
Just a few seconds.
A few bucks of her hips, and she’s there, coming all over me.
My eyes stay connected to hers as her pussy threatens to strangle me. I could lose it completely, but not yet. I want this to last a little longer. I’m not ready to lose her wet heat yet.
I don’t know if I will ever be ready.
Her body trembles, her thighs quiver as she attempts to stay upright. My hands leave her tits, and I wrap my fingers around her hips, then use her body to jack my cock. I move her up and down along my length, lifting my hips each time I slam her down.
Over and over.
I climb higher and higher, until I’m right there.
Right.
There.