A selfish part of me hoped it was her first orgasm since the last time we’d been together.
I was slow in pulling my finger out of her, even slower in taking my hand out of her panties, and Kelsey cracked her eyelids, staring up at me. “If you don’t whip out that dick right now,” she warned, “I’m going to lose it.”
My lips grinned, and I heeded her warning, pulling down my pants after fumbling with my button and zipper, freeing my throbbing cock. Precum dripped from the tip, and I was more than eager to feel her warm, tight pussy wrapped around it—it’d been all I could think about lately, all I needed.
Her. I needed her. I needed her every which way, up and down, left to right, morning, noon, and night.
Kelsey fumbled with her shoes, having to pry them off so she could pull her pants down all the way, get them off so those legs could wrap around me as I fucked her. Once she was ready, she practically jumped on me. With her arms around my head, I hoisted her off the ground and pinned her to the wall. Her legs were open and bent, her inner core wet and ready for me.
I ran a fist along my length, my balls aching to be inside her, and I guided myself to her entrance. Our eyes met, and I didn’t even blink as I pushed inside, inch by thick inch, filling her up in a way no one else could.
Why did this girl drive me so crazy? What made her so special to me? I didn’t have the answers to those questions, and right now I didn’t care. The only thing on my mind was fucking the girl of my literal dreams, and making sure she felt as mind-blowingly amazing as I did right now.
As I began to withdraw my hips, I brought my lips to her neck, kissing her softly—but those kisses gave way to harder sucks and nips as I thrusted into her again. Kelsey’s voice was muffled, and each time I filled her core to the brim, she whimpered. Her fingers found their way to my hair, tugging exactly the way I liked.
Fuck. It should’ve always been us.
My lips moved to her jawline, her moans right in my ear. Being with her was like being fed pure energy. She made me feel like I could do anything, be anyone. She made me feel alive, and I’d be damned if I’d ever give her up, past mistakes or not.
I needed this girl to know she was my everything.
I held in what I really wanted to say—that I loved her. It wouldn’t be the first time I’d said those words, but the last time I told her them, I’d said it in a rush, trying to explain myself, trying to get her back. No, the next time I said them, I’d be sure to say them on my terms. Preferably we’d be in a bed naked together.
My thrusting grew quicker and harder, and as I pummeled into her, I lost myself in the feeling. So tight. So hungry for me. So mine. My balls clenched in anticipation of what was to come, the pleasure building inside of me until I could no longer fight it, no longer deny its release. When I came, I came with a groan, my cock emptying itself inside of her, filling her with my cum.
She was mine, forever and always. I’d never let Kelsey go.
I didn’t pull out of her right away, basking in the sensation of being buried inside of her, of her legs wrapped around my waist, her fingers still tugging on my hair. The way her chest panted against mine, I could tell she didn’t want the moment to end, either.
That was until Kelsey released her hold on my head, giving me a good slap on the shoulder. “You still got it, Blue.”
As much of a wussy thing it was to admit, my heart skipped a beat when she called me Blue. I’d craved to hear it again for so long I damn well nearly forgot what it was like. Just a stupid nickname; I didn’t know why I wanted to hear it so much. It made next to no sense, but…but maybe that was why. Kelsey and I as a couple hardly made sense. We were too headstrong, too stubborn, but somehow when we came together, it was like magic.
After helping her down, I watched her tug up her pants quickly, measured in pulling up my own. My dick was still hard; in all honesty, it could probably go for another round, but I didn’t want to push my luck when it came to her.
This was a baby step.
Technically a quickie in the bathroom, but still a baby step.
“If my nickname is Blue,” I spoke, running a hand along my hairline and catching the sweat I’d worked up, “what’s yours?”
Kelsey paused as she reached for her coat. “Oh, I don’t do nicknames.”
“You…what?” I almost laughed at that, because it was so ridiculous. If she didn’t do nicknames, what the hell was Blue?
“Oh, I do them for other people, but not for me,” she informed me, throwing on her coat as fast as she could. “Now, if you don’t mind, I have to run back to the dorm.”
“Why?” I was pretty sure she didn’t have any other classes for the day.
“I have to work on a paper at the library later, and I really don’t feel like sitting there with your cum staining my underwear, so,” Kelsey paused as she shrugged, so blatant about it. “There you have it. The inner workings of my
