She squeezed around the tip again, and I dragged my lips from hers, planting my nose at the inside of her neck. I panted. "Nyla, we have to stop."
"I know."
"Okay. So, stop doing that."
She did it again. "It's not like I can help it. I want you inside. But Jesus, you are so big."
My hips notched forward again, and I slid in even further.
She moaned. "If it helps. I'm clean and I haven't had sex in over nine months."
"I'm clean too, but this is still a bad idea for so many reasons."
"I'm on the pill."
"Even if you are, I need to protect you."
Her pussy clenched around me again, and I fucking lost my mind.
Come on, condom.
I shifted backwards, but she followed me.
And God help me, I nudged forward, about a third of the way in.
My eyes rolled back into the back of my head.
"Oh my God, is this what this feels like?"
She whimpered at my intrusion. "You've never had sex without a condom before?"
Somehow, I found the strength to shake my head. Even though all my concentration was in trying to pull out. “No.
She planted both hands on my cheeks and lifted my head. "It's okay. We're okay.I have an IUD. Practically foolproof. We're fine."
I forced my gaze open and tried to clear my vision. Because all I was seeing were stars and bliss and heaven. "Nyla."
"Okay, let's stop. I'll go to the bedroom. I think there are condoms in my nightstand."
"You think?"
"I don't know. Like I said, it’s been over nine months."
I held still and tried to release a slow steady breath. "There are condoms in my wallet."
"Okay, let's get your wallet."
But then she clenched around me again. "Nyla."
She met my gaze and lifted a brow. "East."
I saw it. She was trying to make me lose control. We were in a battle of wills. We both knew what we should do, but we were both too far gone now. And then I notched my hips back, and slammed all the way home.
She cried out and planted her hands back behind her on the counter. "Oh my God. Oh my God. Holy fuck. Holy fucking shit."
I dragged my head up. "Are you okay? I’m sorry. I didn’t… fuck."
"Just start moving. God. Do not stop."
Oh. She liked it. So I did it again. And again. And again. Then I dug my hands into the flesh of her hips and held her still. And I fucked her. When I raised my head, she arched her back, giving me free access to her tits, and I tucked one of the turgent tips into my mouth and moaned. Because all I could taste was honeysuckle and her, and she was taking over. I slid a hand over her hip and traced a thumb over her clit. The moisture between was slick and hot and so slippery. Nyla kept lifting her hips, notching herself closer to me. With every thrust she met mine. And fuck, I was going to die like this. And I didn't even care.
With my other hand, the one that wasn't occupied with her clit, I reached around her ass and cupped her better. Bringing her flush against me with every stroke. Her eyes rolled into the back of her head, and my name was a litany on her tongue. My grip slipped, and my middle finger slipped over the pucker of her ass, and she gasped.
"That's it. Relax for me. You like that, don't you, dirty girl?"
Her lips parted on a gasp, and I knew what she needed. I knew what was going to make her fly apart.
Keeping my finger right where it was, I gently pressed and circled as I leaned forward and teased her nipple in my teeth, circling, licking, biting. Leaving little love bites all over her. Like I was marking her as mine. She slipped a hand into my hair, tugged, and held me at her breast. Her hips were going wild. Forcing me to speed up. And God, I was lost. I knew that I couldn't hold back, not with her. Not anymore. And so I pressed my thumb hard over her clit and rubbed in furious strokes. I dragged my head from her breast. She whimpered a complaint, but her eyes were rolled back in her head. And then the shaking started in time with the clenching around my dick, like she was trying to yank my orgasm from me by hook or by crook, and God, I was going to let her. She wrapped her legs around me tight, forced her hips up, and then she was screaming. "Oh my God. Oh my God. Oh my God, oh my God, oh my God, oh my God. East."
"That's it, you dirty girl. God, I'm going to do all kinds of dirty things to you and you are going to love every minute of it."
She drew in a shuddering breath. "Yes. Yes. Everything. Oh my God."
I would love to say that I held on through her orgasm. I would love to say that I made it, and didn't die, and didn't completely lose my shit. I would love to say that I could've given her another one. But I couldn't. Because when she went off. Squeezing, pumping, sheathing her slick wet heat over me bare, I lost my shit. I came so hard, if I hadn't been holding on to her to steady me, I would've passed out. I would've just collapsed onto the floor. I really would've, but somehow bracing her to me stopped my imminent fall and my whole body jerked and seized as I released into her. Jet after jet after jet. My body locking into hers, and hers snapping around mine like we never intended to let each other go. Ever.
Her head snapped up to meet mine as I managed three more short strokes, and
