by Lily Harlem
I pulled back, thwacked his ass and drove home again, faster this time. “And I love you.”
“Ah, ah, I’m gonna come.”
“Me too, me too.” I was pounding him now, a rampant rhythm that hit all of his hot spots and all of mine. Despite being so little next to him I felt so powerful and that was an aphrodisiac all in itself, but with that power came responsibility and although I would have loved to let go and forget all sense, I maintained a smidgen of control as an orgasm rushed through me, weakening my knees and stealing my breath. I had to hold him all the tighter just to stay upright.
“Come,” I managed as bliss pulsed through my wet pussy. “Come now, for me.”
A deep guttural groan burst up from his chest and then was buried in the covers on the bed. His knees gave way and his back flopped downward. He really had given himself over to me.
Quickly I reached around and caught his cock in my hand. He moved his fingers and let me take over. On and on I shunted into him, jacking his shaft and pressing up against his ass. His groan turned into a cry for more, then a hiss and a wail. At one point a sound that was more animal than human ripped from him.
A moment of absolute stillness, a tensing of every muscle in his back told me he’d reached the point of no return. Then it was there, a gut-rolling moan that culminated in him flooding my hand with cum.
“Yes, that’s it,” I said, my wrist aching but I didn’t care as I pumped him again and again, delighting in his throbbing cock against my palm. “That’s it, come for me.”
“Ah, ah, yeah…” he cried, the sound muffled by bedding. “Ah, ah, fuck… I’m done, so good.”
I slowed and eventually stopped.
He remained perfectly still except for the heaving of his ribs and the odd tremor over his shoulders.
“You okay?” I asked.
“Jesus, do you even need to ask?” He twisted his head to the side and gulped in air. “That was awesome.”
Very carefully I pulled out. As I did so I already missed not being inside him. But my body was weary. I needed to lie down, hold and be held, so I slipped out of the strap-on, dumped it in the en-suite’s sink and blasted it with hot, soapy water.
Dustin still had his slapped, pink ass presented upward over the end of the bed when I came back from the bathroom. I couldn’t help but admire the sight of him completely exposed and totally unapologetic for claiming his darkest desires.
I was proud to be the one to help him meet them.
I kissed his right buttock and then the left, trailing my lips over my mish-mashed handprints. “Come to bed,” I said against his hot skin.
He stood, slowly, as though a bit dazed and stiff and then turned and looked down at me. I handed him a cloth and he cleaned up the cum from his cock and the splashes on the base of the bed.
“You’ve worn me out,” he said, his eyes droopy, his smile lazy.
“You’re always ready for sleep after you’ve come,” I said, stroking his cheek. “Lie down with me.”
He did as I asked, discarding the cloth on the floor as he hit the covers.
Within seconds we were a tangled mass of arms and legs. We knew how to lie together now, we were like a jigsaw that had been completed a million times.
“Did I get it right?” I asked.
“However you did it would be right, but as it happened it was fucking awesome.”
“Really?” Or was he just saying that?
“Yes, really, fuck, didn’t you hear anything? I felt like my body wasn’t mine, that release took me over. I could hear strange, wild noises and then realized they were coming from me. I had no control over them.”
“You did groan a lot.” I giggled.
He kissed the top of my head. “I think you’d groan a lot too, in my position.”
I looked up at him. “Would I?”
A sinful smile tugged his lips, one that told me he was thinking dirty thoughts. Again.
“Yes,” he said, “let me have a little nap and then we’ll test out that theory. I want to hear you moan like you’ve lost control too.”
I raised my eyebrows as a little quiver of interest fizzed in my pussy and my ass.
He laughed, a deep rumble of a sound that wobbled me within his embrace. “I’ve been fantasizing about getting between your sweet cheeks for quite some time and now that you’re here, living with me,” he lowered his voice, “with nowhere to run, I think it’s time to return the favor.”
About Lily Harlem
Lily Harlem is a multi-published, award winning author of contemporary erotic romance. She lives in the UK with her husband and a bunch of animals, all rescued, and loves to spend her days immersed in imagination.
Her books are a mixture of full length novels and short stories, some are one offs, some are sequels or part of a series (all can be enjoyed as stand-alone reads). What they each have in common are colourful characters travelling on everyone’s favourite journey — falling in love. If the story isn’t deliciously romantic and down and dirty sexy, it won’t be written, at least not by Lily. So with the bedroom door left well and truly open you are warned to hang on for a steamy, sensual ride - or rides as the case might be!
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