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“Then it’s okay to fuck me bare,” she whispers it in my ear like we’re sharing a dirty little secret, no one else needs to know. “I want you to.”
I know she’s on the pill. She keeps them in our medicine cabinet. I’ve seen her take them. “I’ve never done it before,” I tell her, not because I’m reluctant but because I want her to know that it means something to me.
“Neither have I.”
Neither have I.
I move over her, into the cradle of her thighs, the head of my cock throbbing against her. “No one else.” It’s not a question but she breathes her answer out on a sigh.
No one else.
I slide my bare cock inside her on a long, slow stroke that turns her words into a soft, shuttering moan. Her knees come up, her ankles locked around my hips, hers raised off the bed so I can fuck her deep, plunging in and out her pussy with slow, languid thrusts that pulls soft mewling cries from her open mouth. Braced above her on one elbow, my hips flexing and pumping against hers, I reach down to press my fingers against her throbbing clit, stroking her most sensitive spot, keeping a steady rhythm that slowly drives us both to the brink.
“Patrick…” my name tears out of her throat on a sob. “Please…” her hips rock against my cock and my hand. “Can I—”
I shift my elbow, clamping my hand over her mouth before she can say it. “Don’t,” I drop my head into the crook of her neck, pumping and plunging my cock into her faster and faster. “If you say it I’ll come and I’m not ready. Not yet.”
She moans against my palm, her short, blunt fingernails digging into my shoulders but she nods her head. I move, my hand sliding it off her mouth as I pull myself up until I’m kneeling between her legs again. Turning her over, I pull her hips off the bed and palm her ass cheeks, spreading her pussy wide for my cock. “Touch yourself,” I say gruffly, watching while she slides her hand between her legs, her fingers going straight for her clit. I give her short, shallow thrusts, my balls feeling like they’re on fire. If I fuck her like this, I’m not going to last long but I can’t seem to stop. “Tell me how good it feels.”
“So good,” she moans softly. I can feel her fingers brushing against the base of my cock every time she rolls them over the swollen bundle of nerves at the center of her. “Your bare cock feels so good inside me.”
Fuck. I reach up to clamp a hand over her shoulder, pushing her into the bed so I can take her deeper, so I can bottom out on every stroke. I pound into her, my hips smacking against her ass, my engorged balls slapping against her wet slit. She’s moaning, face turned to the side, eyes half-closed, her thighs and ass shaking uncontrollable while she fights off the orgasm that’s barreling down on her.
“Come for me, Cari,” I tell her and she immediately stiffens under me, moaning while her pussy clamps down on my cock like a vice, shuttering and flexing around it while I fuck her through her orgasm.
Suddenly, I can’t hold out anymore. “Shit. I’m gonna come in your pussy.” The words come out low and guttural. “I’m going to fill this tight little pussy up with my cum.” I have no idea where it comes from. Before Cari, I’ve never would’ve said something like that out loud. Even now, not angry, not trying to punish her, I can’t seem to stop myself from saying filthy things to her.
“Yes,” she pants softly between thrusts. “Come in me.”
I groan, my orgasm blowing through me, rocketing and spiraling up the length of my cock. I keep fucking her, my hips pistoning against her ass while I fill her up with my cum. My deep, hard thrusts trigger another release for her and she gasps, pushing back against me, milking me of mine.
We’re both quiet now, the only sound between us in our ragged breathing as it slowly returns to normal. I don’t know what to do. This is usually the part where I say something shitty to her and walk away. She seems to be as confused as I am, laying beneath me, her ass fused to my hips while my dick twitches and jerks the last of my release.
She stiffens beneath me, like she’s waiting for me to play my part. Be the same asshole I’ve been for the past four days. Outside, the rain is still pouring down. Rivers of water flood down the skylight, the sky beyond it a bruised and battered gray.
“It’s still raining,” I say, taking my hand off her shoulder to smooth its wide palm down the length of her spine and she smiles, relaxing under my touch.
It’s still raining. No games. Not today.
Still buried inside her, still kneeling between her thighs, I brace my hands against her lower back and turn he over. I could stay inside her forever. Just the thought gets me hard again and she moans, her hips flexing under my hands. I look down at where we’re joined and smile. “I made a mess,” I tell her, brushing my thumb across her cum-covered thigh, smearing and mixing it with the remnants of the paint that’s still dried there.
She laughs, the sound of it squeezing around my heart. It’s been too long since I’ve made her laugh. “I don’t mind,” she tells me, laughing again when I swat the side her ass.
No games. Not today.
I stretch out along the length of her, propping myself up on my elbows so I don’t crush her. “Are you hungry?” I say, brushing the tangle of her hair away from her face.
She looks up at me and nods, a slow smile spreading across her face.
“Great,” I kiss the tip of her nose. “You shower while I cook.”
She rolls her eyes. “You can’t cook, Patrick.”
Still inside her, I give her a single, slow thrust before I force myself to pull away from her. “I can do a lot of things you don’t know about Ms. Faraday. You’d be surprised,” I tell her as I move off the bed and through the door.
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Cari