Page 15 of Soft Rebound (Mad City Moments #2)

She chuckles. “Don’t put me on the spot like that.

Suddenly I can’t think of a single sex move I know.

” She sits on the edge of the bed and has me stand between her legs.

Looks up at me mischievously and tugs at my sweatpants.

My cock springs out. She pushes the pants the rest of the way down, hooks the socks, too, when she gets to my ankles, and after I step out of everything, I kick them all to the side.

Since she’s sitting at the edge of my bed, my dick is at her eye level. She grins and looks up.

“I thought of a move,” she closes her fingers around my shaft, not very tightly, and pumps.

I inhale loudly as she slowly strokes me. “Liz... I don’t think... That counts as something for you...”

“It’s calling to me,” she says. “And it’s so pretty. And so hard.” She takes the head into her mouth and swirls her tongue around once, before she removes her lips. “And look how shiny and purple the head is.” She pushes the tip of her tongue against the opening. “And it tastes really good.”

There may not be blood anywhere in my body except for my dick. “Fuck, baby,” I say, looking down at her. Her lips are swollen, her eyes hooded—she looks very, very turned on. She gives me small pumps near the base of my dick, and leisurely licks the head like a lollipop.

“You look unreal,” I say as I run my fingers through her hair. “But I’m way too close to losing it right now, so maybe now's not the best time for this if you want me to fuck you.”

Her breath hitches and there’s a flash of desire in her eyes, which never leave mine.

“You like the idea of me fucking you, don’t you?

” She hums in the affirmative and takes my cock partway into her mouth.

I cup the back of her head, run the silky strands through my fingers.

“You like the idea of making me hard, taking that shiny purple head you’re laving right now very deep inside you, deeper than you’ve ever taken anyone, while my tongue plunders your mouth and my fingers rub your clit. ”

She closes her eyes and moans as she swallows my dick almost whole. I fan out her gorgeous hair, and give a couple of tiny thrusts. I see her clench her thighs.

“We should stop,” I say as I fist her hair and give it a small tug.

“Did you like it?” she asks.

“A little too much,” I chuckle. “Any longer and this would be over before we began.”

“I really wanted to do it,” she whispers, still holding her hand around my cock, almost absentmindedly. “I’ve always done it because it was what one does, but this is the first time I’ve really wanted to. I needed to taste it.”

I lean over and kiss her. It’s deep and intense, both our mouths wide open, tongues sliding and exploring.

I push her down so she lies on my bed, but her butt is still on the edge, and her parted legs have feet firmly planted on the floor.

I take off her panties then lie next to her, supporting myself on one elbow, as I stroke her from the jaw, down her neck and shoulder, over her breast, where I spend a lot of time rubbing and twisting and pinching, all the way to her soft belly and her hips, and finally my hand finds a way between her thighs.

The whole time she moans and writhes beneath my palm, her hands brushing my face, my beard, my chest, my shoulders, arms.

When I finally probe inside her pussy, she’s hot and dripping wet. “Jesus Christ,” I whisper. She chuckles against my mouth.

“You really turn me on,” she says. “I’m not usually like this.”

I pull back. “Why are you apologizing? Of course you should enjoy yourself. I’m glad you’re excited to be with me.” I push a couple of fingers inside her and her spine bows.

“I am. I really am. I didn’t know...” She stops for a moan as my fingers move inside her. Clearly I’ve hit a very good spot.

“Yes?” I smile as I keep pushing in and out of her, twisting and pressing.

“I didn’t know I could be so ... free. And want so much...”

“What do you want, baby?” I stop and wait until she meets my eyes.

“I... I want you to go down on me. Then I want to feel your weight when you fuck me. I want to ... completely disappear beneath you.”

I groan and drop to the floor, kneeling between her spread legs.

“You know, I’ve never come like this,” she says, her breaths ragged. “But maybe I could.”

Wasn’t she engaged to a guy till, like, a minute ago?

I don’t voice my incredulity but make a mental note that the guy was likely a douchebag.

“Try not to worry about it, okay?” I say.

“Just relax and let me learn what you enjoy. If you don’t come this time, we’ll try again until you do.

” I stroke her insides and twist my fingers the way I know she likes.

“Your pussy looks so pretty. It’s plump and shiny and smells amazing. ”

I run my tongue from where my fingers fuck her to her glistening clit.

She exhales, long and loud. I do it a few more times and her breaths grow shallow, her scent and taste overwhelming my senses.

The tightening at the base of my dick threatens to distract me, but it’s all about her now, so I focus on her deepening moans as I increase the pressure of my tongue as I stroke.

I bring the second hand from above and gently squeeze her clit from the sides, and her hips jerk off the bed. I press my tongue on the clit as I keep pushing against it from the sides, and I continue to thrust my fingers in and out of her.

My tongue on her clit tries little pokes, rubs, circles.

When I finally suck, her cries get louder.

She grabs my head and pushes me down into her crotch.

I smile as I continue eating her out, moving my tongue to work her folds, stroking everywhere but her clit, but the V of my fingers pressing from the sides and the fingers of my other hand never leaving her pussy.

“Joe... I’m so close...”

“Can you tell me what you need?”

“I... don’t know. It all feels... so good. Maybe just your tongue on my clit. Pressure. Rubbing. Like before.”

I smile. Still stroking with both hands, I keep the rhythm, and lick the underside of her clit, curling the tip of my tongue upward.

It’s the same move I love feeling on my dick, tongue on the nerve-rich frenulum, and she bucks like she was struck by lightning and cries such a long, pained wail, that I might get in trouble with the neighbors.

Her pussy clamps around my fingers and I keep thrusting and licking her until her hips relax. It takes a long time.

Finally, she props herself up on her elbows. “Oh, my God, that was amazing,” she says, sounding winded. “I feel like my soul left my body.”

I kiss her inner thigh, smiling. “It felt amazing from here, too.”

She rubs my bald head. “Thank you. It was so good. I didn’t know it could be so good.’

“I want you to let go with me. That’s what sex is for. Feeling good. Letting go.”

She moves her hand to my cheek and brushes my cheekbone with her thumb. “How is it possible to let go like this with you? I don’t even know you.”

“Maybe that’s why,” I say, leaning into her palm. “I have no expectations of you. So you can just be yourself.”

Her hand stills on my cheek and I see that my words have affected her.

The moment between us feels important, serious, having far more weight than it should based on our brief acquaintance.

I hold my breath because I don’t want to ruin it.

Because I know I have to wait for her to realize this thing between us is not a fluke.

She shakes her head, as if jostling herself out of a trance, and her lighthearted smile is back. “I think you owe me the second part of my wish,” she says and starts to scoot backwards on my bed, her finger curled in a come-hither motion.

There’s a tug at the base of my dick. It knows it’s go time.

“Do you want me to get a condom?” I ask, still standing next to the bed, looking at her naked form splayed in the middle of the bed, her hair a honey-colored shroud.

“I know I should say yes...” she says

“But?”

“But I don’t really want to. I know I’m being stupid and I shouldn’t trust you and you shouldn’t trust me, but for some reason I do. And we already fucked without it once and I still have the implant... So unless you’re sleeping with anyone else, I think we’re good.”

I ask her to scoot toward the center of the bed, then I get on all fours and bracket her from all sides, holding my weight off her.

My knees straddle her hips, my palms are set by her shoulders.

I lean down to nuzzle her neck. “Of course I’m not sleeping with anyone else.

Now that you came like that on my face, I don’t think I will ever want to sleep with anyone else. ”

I can’t believe the words that came out of my mouth, but they’re true. They are true, even though it makes no sense that they would be.

Liz grabs my head and looks me in the eye. I feel the tug of our connection in my chest.

“You feel it, too?” My question is a whisper.

Biting her lower lip, she gives me a small nod. She suddenly looks uncertain, shy, but her eyes never leave my face.

I spread her thighs with one of my knees and settle between them, and I lower myself on my elbows on top of her.

I slowly rock my hips, sliding my dick between her lower lips, coating it in her arousal.

Her mouth opens, short pants escaping her lips, as we gaze upon each other, our faces mere inches apart.

“I want to feel you inside me,” she whispers.

I nod, fist my dick, position it at her entrance, and thrust to the hilt. She clamps around me like a vise, and I swallow hard. For a moment, we’re both motionless, connected in every way that two people can be.

“This is ... intense,” she says.

I just nod as I slide one hand under her ass, tilting her pelvis up a bit, and I sink a little deeper. She lets out a choked cry.