Page 179 of Ominous: Part 1

I press against her tight little hole, holding out hope she gives me the right answer.

“No,” she finally says. “Do it fast.”

I lean down over her, and she opens her eyes. “I’m not doing this fast.”

She’s still gripping my choker, and I cradle her head in both my hands, putting my body weight on her as I press against her, but I’m not in yet.

I run my thumbs up her cheekbones, and she digs her fingers into my hair. “I’m not doing this fucking fast. I’m not messing this up for you, okay?”

She doesn’t say anything, but she nods. “No condom,” she answers me, “but…”

Her face is so, so flushed. I smooth her hair back, tilting my head. “What? Tell me what.” I can feel how warm and wet she is, how she widens her thighs to accommodate me.

“Kiss me a lot.”

I don’t make her wait for that. I’m devouring her as her fingers wind in my hair. I position my hips over her, reaching with one hand to circle my cock. I stroke myself once, then find her warmth, circling the head of my cock against her opening.

Her fingers come to my face, the movements fluttery. She’s a little shaky, and I want her to relax.

“It’s okay, baby girl. I’ve got you, okay?”

She kisses me again, a nervous gesture. Like she doesn’t know what to say. I kiss her back, soft and slow as I push against her.

I know it will, logically, but there’s a moment inside my head where I think,I’m not going to fucking fit.

But I keep kissing her, loving the feel of her fingers all over my face. The way she whimpers into my mouth. I think she’s terrified, she doesn’t want to slow down, her movements are so frantic. I don’t tell her to stop because she’s underneath me and I can do this slowly no matter what she has to do with all of her fumbling, nervous energy. I want her shirt off, I want my tongue on her tits. I want to feel all of her, but one thing at a time.

I keep pushing, letting go of myself to place one of my hands over hers, on my face. My other is planted on the bed, and my palm starts to sweat as I push inside of her.

She gasps, her fingers digging into my cheekbones. “I’ve got you, baby girl.” I whisper it over her mouth. “I protect you.” I keep pushing, and she’s so wet, but she’s so, so goddamn tight.

“Eli.” It’s a whimper, and my eyes lock on hers as I pull back to take in her face. I want to see her, when it happens. I want to watch her.

“Yeah?” I’m pushing, and pushing, and it’s like my dick is in a fucking vise grip.

Her cheeks are flushed, her hands still around my face. “Is it okay?”

I almost laugh at her question. At her, thinking of me. But I don’t. “Perfect,” I tell her. “Everything is perfect.” Even as I say it, it’s painful, how tight she is. “Lift up your shirt, baby girl.”

She drops her free hand, the one not under mine, and slowly drags her shirt up to her chin, shifting her back to get the fabric to glide all the way up. I glance down and see her round tits spilling out of her green bra. Her skin is so smooth and beautiful and there’s a blue vein I want to kiss and lick and bite.

But I’m almost there.

So fucking close.

I lift my eyes to hers. She can be so tough, but beneath it all, she’s full of so much fucking goodness. It’s overwhelming, seeing the way she trusts me. The ways she shouldn’t.

And when I push through the barrier between us, when I can finally get all the way in, I almost regret it, this moment in time. I almost wish it had been anyone but me to do this with her.

But her eyes flutter closed and her lips part and her back arches, bringing me further into her wet cunt, and I know I don’t. If anyone else had seen this, if anyone had done this… god, I’d feel like I’d been robbed.

I move more freely now. Slow, still, as I shift my hips and her eyes open, seeking mine out, her chest heaving.

“Are you okay?”Sheasksmethat. Her voice shakes, but she fucking asks me. As if this ismyfirst time. The thought is kind of hilarious.

I press my hips further into her and her chin lifts, a whimper leaving her lips. I drop my mouth to hers to feel it inside mine. “I’m more than okay.” I pull out of her, slowly, then push back in, my stomach tightening at how good she feels around me. Then I lick a line down her throat, over her collarbone, biting the top of her breast, finally. I slip my tongue beneath the cup of her bra and feel her pebbled nipple. Using my chin to shift the material down, I suck her into my mouth. She says my name, and I can’t stop the smile on my face as she fists my hair in her hand.

Then she’s dragging my head up as I fuck her, the headboard of my bed hitting the wall, and I’m sure my dad can hear us, but I couldn’t care less.