“You good?” he asked, one more kiss. I nodded against his chest, trapping him with my hands as he went to move away.
“How am I completely naked and you’re still fully dressed?”
“Happy to change that.”
Lifting myself up, I held onto his hip as he moved in front of me. The jumper had to go. As much as it suited his eyes and hugged his shoulders, I was ready to see that bad boy on the floor. I stood up, met him head on. He sighed as he brought my face to his.
“Arms,” I said, and he reached up, allowing me to rid him of his jumper only to reveal a Superman T-shirt underneath.
Holy Kryptonite.
His laugh lit me up. “I forgot you had a thing for Superman.”
“Clark Kent,” I replied, smiling. “It’s the whole,” I circled my eyes with my fingers, “glasses thing.”
“I can take them off,” he said, watching as I popped the button on his jeans and pushed them to the floor.
“Keep them on,” I whispered, kissing him softly, something chaste soon turning dirty and rough. His mouth. Only a minute ago it was on my pussy, now it was consuming mine. Boxers off. Quick and efficient. In between kisses and nose bumps. I’d seen his cock before, touched myself over images I’d stored of his hand curled around himself. The night my libido ramped up to high and my feelings were a mix of confusion and absolute clarity. Time could change images in your head, a room could become smaller, a colour richer, but his cock? Beastly.
Backing me to the bench, he lowered me down, returning his mouth to parts that were screaming for him. A lick to my nipple, a nip to my stomach. I caught the monitors either side of me and watched his back muscles contract and flex, every inch of flesh drawn tight and beautiful. The dips at the bottom of his spine were deep and round and his ass was in proportion to all the gorgeousness on show.
“I want you so fucking much,” he said, and his words, the pained tone, the way his face contorted and he squeezed his eyes closed, I knew we were ready for this. No going back. The sounds we were making, the pictures of us on the monitors, our bodies merging, our faces reflecting everything we were feeling, an overload for the senses, it ripped parts of me I’d held back right from my depths and tears came, I was unable to stop them.
“Hey, baby,” he said, softly, wiping them away. “Listen to me. You’re my best friend and if you’re questioning any of this.” He looked around at the monitors and discarded clothes. “Tell me now. I’d rather have you in my life as the one person I need the most, than fuck this up and have you nowhere near.”
I laughed through a sob, shaking my head to get the message across that I just couldn’t find words for. “Fuck me, Will. Make up for lost time.”
We absorbed each other, ingested and inhaled. Mouths collided, tongues swirled and feasted. A crazy kiss to my mouth, sliding down to kiss my chin, moving past to kiss the spot I liked under my ear and against my neck. He pulled back, kneeling on the bench and reaching down to his jeans, producing a condom and rolling it on. He lined himself up, that huge cock nudging me open and as he cradled my face, asking me softly and through panted breaths if I was ready, I wordlessly pushed myself against him and watched the monitors as we became one, sinking into skin. I knew he’d be perfect. Hard and deep and soul bearing, but I wasn’t prepared for every atom, every nerve, every sense, every particle to be completely engrossed by him.
He was fighting himself, watching me then pinching his eyes closed. I knew watching was getting him closer and he wanted to last, but I wanted to see him lost in a lusty haze, deep into the chase, far into the moment until he came apart under my hands. He lifted his head back, the need to look at me too strong. A few whispered words clamped between teeth. “I didn’t know it could be this good. I can’t hold back. Is that OK? Jesus, Skye, I’m gonna…”
“Yes, gorgeous. Let go for me.” I smiled, delighted that I’d seen all sides to him now. Every deep corner, steep edge, wide bend and high ridge.
“You first,” he panted. Every thrust became more dynamic, a new angle, a different pace. He wanted me with him, and I was happy to comply.
“I want this. I want you.”
I’m there, I’m there. Come with me.
I exploded and him not long after, mumblings of me squeezing his orgasm from him and loving the feel of my pussy on his cock only prolonged the aftershocks. He smiled a lopsided grin followed by a laugh that spoke for him. He was wrecked and satisfied, mystified and happy and he couldn’t look more vulnerable if he opened up his chest, pulled out his heart and handed it to me.
20
Skye
We held hands as we walked back to Will’s flat. Which was a perfectly normal thing for lovers to do, but why did I feel like I had a techno roller disco happening right inside my stomach with disco balls twirling underneath my ribs?
“Are you sure you’re OK?” he asked.
“I’m good.”
“If this is too much, we can put the brakes on,” he said. “Anything to make you
