‘You okay?’ he asks, motionless.
I blink. ‘Yes.’
‘You feel incredible.’
I watch him withdraw a little, then thrust back inside. My mouth falls open. The sensation causes another wave of pleasure to go through me. It feels like the first time. I can feel how wet I am around him. But I see his biceps tremble. Then, to my disappointment, he slides out of me.
‘You mind if we try something?’ he says, rolling off me. ‘You mind if you go on top?’
My eyes widen in excitement. Any inhibitions I might have felt when he first entered my apartment are well and truly forgotten. All I want now is to please him.
I nod eagerly. AJ grins at me as I sit up and get to my feet.
I’m the student to his teacher. AJ picks up the pillows from the bed. He tosses one of them and lies down, placing one pillow behind his head.
Then he signals me to come closer.
Nervously, I straddle him, my gaze on his thick length.
‘Take it slow,’ he says, as with my help, he feeds himself back inside my body.
‘It feels deeper this way,’ I whisper.
‘You on top is a pretty spectacular view.’
I stifle a laugh. Sitting atop him, I have to adjust myself until I’m comfortable. He’s so thick, almost too big for me, and I feel full. The coy smile on his lips as he gazes up at me matches my own.
‘How’s that feel, baby? Good?’
AJ calling me ‘baby’ sends a ripple of sensations through my abdomen, turning me on, sending more molten heat to my core. ‘It feels good,’ I tell him, but it’s not enough. ‘Better than good.’
‘You know what could make you feel even better?’
I frown, because I don’t understand what he means. He reaches for my hand. He takes my fingers, guiding them to my own clit.
‘Ride me,’ he says.
His hands are on my thighs. I roll my hips just once. ‘Like this?’ I ask.
His brow creeps up his forehead, like that one small movement was a sexual revelation. ‘Exactly like that. Keep it goin’.’
I do it again. This time, his eyes close and he groans. I smile shyly, because clearly I’ve tapped into what AJ Callahan likes, and I increase the speed of my movements. When I brush my fingers against my swollen, aching clit, it sends a trail of fireworks up my back.
Us, here, together, naked in my bed, once seemed so improbable to me, but in this moment, his encouragement has made my inhibitions dissolve, and I’m overwhelmed with the desire to watch him climax.
‘Does that feel good?’ I ask, reflecting his question back to him.
Under me, his eyes fly back open. ‘Holy fuck, Hollie, yes. Don’t stop,’ he grinds out. ‘It’s so fucking good.’
I buck my hips, at the same time touching myself. He watches me, his expression concentrated. There’s a muscle flinching in his jaw, as though he’s trying to maintain some kind of control but is slowly losing his grip.
His eyes darken. I rock my hips and he meets me with an upward thrust. My fingers on my clit are bringing me closer to the precipice of another climax. Suddenly, the pair of us are making all kind of noises that I hope my neighbors can’t hear.
I keep riding him. It feels powerful, being on top, my breasts bouncing up and down. Fully naked for him, I feel sexy, despite my earlier reservations. And he clearly enjoys watching me.
Without warning, I’m close. I increase the speed of my movements. My muscles clench up and I come, the walls inside me spasming and tightening around his length. Pure, unfiltered pleasure flows through my veins. My head goes back with the explosion and my body quivers.
When I glance down at AJ, I know from the look on his face that he’s moments away from his own release. So, I keep going, and within a couple of seconds, he’s let out a tortured groan. His body shakes and trembles between my thighs, his face screwed up as he empties himself into the condom.