I hear her sigh then. Her mouth parts slightly and once more, I lower my mouth to hers.
I love this. I love the noises she’s making, and the way she’s kissing me back. I love giving her pleasure using just my hand, and the way one of her hands has gone to the back of my head and she’s pressing her nails into my scalp.
It’s not been like this, before, when I’ve hooked up. The girls who came up here, we’d fuck. Plain and simple.
This. This is something else. Hollie’s in my arms, her pleasure noises like murmured sighs as I continue to rub her swollen clit in a slow rhythm, edging her toward her climax. Since the first night we spent at her apartment, all I care about is making it good for her. I didn’t know this was what intimacy felt like, and now I know, I’m addicted. I stop kissing her, draw back and watch her face, taking pleasure from her pleasure, all the while my fingers working her sensitive bundle of nerves.
She mewls in objection when I shift my fingers south to her opening. I push. Sliding two fingers easily inside her, she raises her hips an inch, welcoming the invasion. For a moment, I fuck her gently, her tight channel slick and warm, wet sounds just audible above the rock music floating up from downstairs, our bodies damp with sweat. She’s so turned on. I can tell by her trembled breaths, but when I slide out and go back to her lavishing attention on her clit, I’m rewarded with a gasp, followed by another heavy sigh.
‘You like that, don’t you?’ I whisper.
Still with her eyes closed, she bites down on her bottom lip, then nods her head.
I quicken my movements by a fraction, gliding back and forth, round and round. Taking my time with her. I feel another rush of moisture. Her hips move involuntarily, thrusting upward against my fingers.
‘You gonna come for me?’ I ask, then dip my head and draw her nipple into my mouth, prompting yet another tortured gasp.
‘Mmm-mmm,’ she manages.
‘You belong with me,’ I tell her, and her breaths go from trembled to ragged. I feel her body begin to shudder and more blood rushes south to my dick.
‘I belong… with you,’ she repeats in a broken whisper.
‘Tell me you’re mine.’
‘I’m yours… I… oh god, AJ, I’m coming.’
Her lips are parted but suddenly go wide and she gasps again. There’s silence for a moment before moans and whimpers roll out her throat, her body undulating as her orgasm sweeps her up in its wake. Man, she looks so hot right now, writhing against my hand. I keep going, working her clit as another rush of her arousal coats my fingers and her inner thighs. Watching her, I almost forget to breathe.
Another few seconds and Hollie slumps back into the mattress, all breathless. I remove my fingers from her clit, sliding them over her thigh. When her eyes drift open, I lean down and kiss her.
‘That was… oh my god,’ she says at long length with a laugh, one hand going to her forehead.
I smile down at her. She looks happy. Tonight feels different. Like I wanna tell her something I’ve never told any girl before. Because I know I’ve fallen already.
She pulls me closer and we’re kissing again. Lazy, slow, wet kisses that give away our eagerness for one another. She reaches down and cups my balls. I swear, the blood in my veins turns molten.
‘I want to make you feel good too,’ she whispers, a little shy, knowing where her hand is positioned right now.
I lean up, my knees pressing down into the mattress on either side of her hips, thinking about how we should go about this without a condom, my dick aching and throbbing as it juts out.
I don’t get a choice though as Hollie reaches out and wraps her fingers around my length. Her grip firm but not too hard. She strokes me once, twice. That’s all it takes. I look up at her. My resistance shatters as the pressure reaches its peak. She keeps going. Without warning, pleasure pounds through me. I tense, and with sharp, ragged breaths and a low groan, I shoot my load all over her fingers and wrist, the thickness of my release pulsing onto her belly. Still, she doesn’t let go, just lies there and strokes me through it, her expression foggy with desire while my orgasm goes on and on.
When I’m done, neither of us moves for a second while I catch my breath. I’m a little stunned, maybe embarrassed it happened so quickly. I’d say I had a lot more control, but not with her. I glance further down. The sight of my release pooled on her skin and inside her belly button is a little filthy, and it’s like I’ve branded her, but it means that tonight we just made good on a faithful promise.
I’m Hollie’s, and she’s mine.
I get to my feet. Go grab a towel from the bathroom. Once we’ve cleaned up, we get on top of the covers. It’s too hot in here to go underneath. We face each other, her right leg slung over my left thigh, our fingers entwined. She’s so close I can feel the warmth of her breath on my skin.
‘Sorry about that,’ I say when we’re settled.
‘What are you sorry for?’
‘Making a mess of you like that.’
She giggles. ‘Honestly, it was kind of hot.’
‘Yeah?’