Page 53 of Fragile Lives

I grab her ass, lift her in the air and move to the loveseat—the name is so fitting for what I’m about to do.

When the back of my knees hit the cushions, I fall backward into the softness of the old piece of furniture that’s about to witness my ascension to heaven.

I know it’ll feel like a quick descension to hell after it’s over and the high subsides, but it sure as fuck will be worth it, I just know that.

I pull her on top of me, and her thighs land on both sides of mine, her pussy right above my cock. Her tongue slips inside my mouth, needy, teasing mine with every stroke. Her hands roammy chest, shoulders, and neck, and my body becomes sensitive, everything around me fading until only she remains.

I pull the zipper of her hoodie down and throw it to the side, leaving her in a white cami without a bra.

Fuck me sideways.Her taut, dark nipples stretch the thin material and make my mouth water.

My hand aches to feel the softness of her breasts, the hardness of the tips. And I think she wants the same, because she lets out a quiet moan and arches her back so her tits are in my face. I’m happy to oblige.

I lean down and cover her nipple with my mouth through the cami. And bite.

She moans louder and arches her back even more.My little bird likes a pain game, huh.So, I bite her nipple again, and she squirms on my lap, making me painfully hard.

I grip the edge of her cami and pull it down, exposing the tight little tips of her gorgeous tits. They instantly harden, and I lunge for them again. Biting and sucking, I pull back and lunge forward once more. She throws her head back, her fingers digging into the flesh of my shoulders. Women’s breasts are so sensitive, and it’s so easy to overdo it, so I just have to find the right rhythm.

In the meantime, she finds her own rhythm as she grinds on my rock-hard cock.

“What do you want, Leila?” I ask coarsely.

“Come. I want to come.” Her reply is breathy, and I like how she doesn’t shy away from what she wants.

“How do you want to come, Leila?” I place my hand behind her back and pull her into me. “Do you want my mouth on your pussy?”

Please say yes.

“No,” she whispers, and I nearly whimper in disappointment.

“What do you want then?”

“I want your fingers.” Her voice is low and unapologetic.

“My fingers?” I repeat. “You want them deep in your pussy?”

“Yes. I want them to fill me.” There’s a pause. “Do you think you can?” the little minx adds.

I let out a loud chuckle, enjoying the way she can be shy and forward at the same time.

“Archie.” Her tone is pleading.

I graze my teeth along her chin. “Say my name, and you’ll get them.”

“Archie,” she says loudly. “Archie, make me come with your fingers.”

“No. Say myname, Leila.”

I don’t know why it’s so important to me, but it is. She understands it too, because her eyes sober up, and she pulls away just enough to see my face.

“Make me come with your fingers,Stephan,” she breathes out, and my name on her swollen lips does something to my heart. To the place it’s supposed to be. That empty void I’ve long but given up on.

I don’t want to pretend with her. I just want tobe.

A beast awakens within me, one I’ve been scared she’d see, and my hand snakes inside the shorts that started it all. I go lower and find her completely drenched. Pulling my hand away, I look at my glistening fingers in wonder. She watches me, unmoving. I meet her gaze as I slowly bring my fingers to my mouth and lick them clean. For a moment, I close my eyes—she tastes so fucking good. Until this very moment, I never knew how much I could love the taste of someone. The woman in my arms tastes like sweet nectar on a hot day. Like hope in a desert.

I let out a loud, unapologetic moan, and her ass clenches on my lap. I can feel her muscles contracting, and she begins squirming.