Page 16 of Soft Rebound (Mad City Moments #2)
Everything in me wants to fuck her into oblivion. I might be shaking a little with how overwhelming the need is. But I don’t want to cut this thread between us, destroy the bridge made of real magic that we create together.
Finally, she pulls my head down into a kiss, and I start to move. She meets me with every stroke, her arms banding around my torso, holding me close to her.
I let go of her pelvis and grab the back of her thigh, press it toward her chest. I spread my legs some, push one of my knees so it’s under her ass, right behind her raised leg. This gives me good leverage to thrust and get really deep inside her.
Her eyes are closed and head tilted back in pleasure, loud cries leaving her throat with every stroke.
“You look incredible,” I whisper, keeping my pace steady and my strokes long and deep. It’s taking me a lot of effort to keep this focus and not unleash what I really want to do upon her.
“This feels so good,” she pants. “You’re in so deep. But I need more ... something more.”
“Do you want to change positions? Want me to touch your clit? Slower? Faster? Harder?”
She opens up her eyes and says soberly, yet a little breathlessly. “I want to feel all your weight. I want to be swallowed by you until there’s nothing else around me. I want you to fuck me into oblivion.”
My groan comes out as a roar. Apparently, hearing my unspoken desire echoed back at me makes me roar. I wrap both her legs around my waist, slide my hands underneath her shoulder blades, palms up, and curl my fingers over her shoulders. Her arms stretch to her side.
I speak into her neck. “When I push into you right now, there will be nowhere to go but farther up my cock. Is this what you want?”
She nods. I can feel her trembling, and I’m shaking, too.
We are both drenched in sweat, and turned on out of our minds, but it’s far deeper than physical.
The softness around both our middles makes this a very snug fit, and the position is so hot and so intimate and so intense, and in the back of my mind there’s a question as to why I never felt this with anyone else. Why I never felt this with my wife.
I dig my fingers into Liz’s shoulders and thrust, hard. She cries.
“Am I hurting you?”
“No, no. Please don’t stop. More of this. This is ... so good,” she pants.
And I go on. My head is buried in her neck as I fuck her hard, as hard as I can, as hard as I want to, as my hips drive me to, using her own body as leverage, her arms flailing helplessly to the sides. She moans grow louder and louder.
“Tell me if you can’t come like this,” I say. “I don’t want to leave you hanging.”
“Maybe move up my body a little,” she says. “More friction ... on the clit.”
I do as she says and keep the same rhythm, but now the base of my cock grinds against her clit, and—
“Oh, my fucking God, Joe, yes, harder...” She sounds like she’s close to tears.
I don’t think I can stave off my own orgasm much longer. “Liz... Baby... Are you close?”
“Yes... Yes... Joe... Fuck... Yes !” She screams so painfully and for so long, her body convulsing with pleasure in my tight embrace, and I finally allow myself to let go completely.
I let go of her shoulders, pull up on my hands, and piston my hips through her spasms, through her wails, through a blinding surge of pleasure exploding from behind my balls and through my body, and I pump pump pump until I come into her sated, whimpering form.
I am so completely overwhelmed, I might black out for a moment. My elbows buck and I fall on top of Liz, giving her all my weight.
We lie like that for I can’t tell how long, me probably suffocating her, her legs still wrapped around my middle, arms holding me close, short nails gently scratching my neck and shoulders.
“Am I killing you?” I ask.
“Nope. Don’t you dare move yet. This feels amazing,” she says.
“Lack of oxygen is amazing?”
“Yes.”
I chuckle and press down on her purposefully. She laughs and digs her fingers into my back.
“You might enjoy a bit of choking play,” I say. “I’m not really versed in it, but we can try.”
“It’s not that,” Liz says. “It’s more like I like to feel small and insignificant under you. I’ve never had that before.”
I push myself up on my hands. “What do you mean?”
“I’ve always felt ... huge. It’s nice to feel feminine and dainty.”
“You’re not huge. You’re very sexy.”
“I mean ... I suppose I am both. But with you I definitely just feel sexy. And I like that. I haven’t felt that before.”
I roll off her. “I don’t want to talk about your ex, but everything I learn about him makes me think he really sucks.”
She chuckles. “Yeah, I guess so. Sorry. He wasn’t that bad. I might have my own issues.”
“Still,” I say, “he should’ve made you feel super hot, which you are. And he should’ve gone down on you properly.”
She shrugs. “He ... didn’t like to do it.”
“He didn’t like to go down on you?”
“Yeah. He said he didn’t enjoy it, so he rarely did it, and I didn’t want him to force himself on my account.”
“His loss,” I say. “But let me guess, he liked the blowjobs?”
“Yeah. But I got the impression my technique wasn’t the greatest. That he’s definitely had better. He was always impatient with me.”
I groan. “That’s bullshit. You sucked my dick, albeit briefly, and there was nothing wrong with what you did.”
Liz sighs. “Ugh, I don’t want to talk about him anymore. It’s destroying my buzz.”
“No objections here. My dick is shriveling at this topic.”
Liz turns to the side and tucks her hands under her cheek. “So, what makes for good pillow talk?”
I push a strand of hair off her face. “Well, telling you that this was the top sexual experience of my life. That’s an appropriate topic, I think.”
She smiles shyly. “Same here. It’s like... It unlocked a completely different level for me. I didn’t even know I could feel all the things I felt just now. With you.”
I keep stroking her cheek and don’t say anything.
She lowers her gaze and brushes her fingers across the forearm stroking her face.
“And not just in my body, although definitely in my body, but, like, everywhere . I felt you fucking me in my soul, if it makes sense? And I’m not even sure I believe in a soul.
” She reaches out and twists her fingers in my chest hair. “Like you were deep inside my body—”
“Well, I was pretty deep.”
She swats me playfully on the arm. “You know that’s not what I mean.”
“Yeah, I know. I felt it too. Ever since we met, actually.”
Her eyes widen. “Really?”
“Really. This is not a joke, Liz. This thing between us.”
Her turn to stay quiet.
“I know you’ve got a lot going on, all the upheaval, moving, new city, new job... But when something like this comes along, I don’t think you just discard it.”
She turns away from me and onto her back, interlacing her fingers on her belly.
“I know...” She turns her head to the side to look at me.
“But I can’t, Joe. When I think of dating someone right now, my chest constricts.
” She curls her hand into a fist and taps her breastbone twice.
“Right here, Joe. I feel this pressure, like someone is crushing my chest right here. I feel like I can’t breathe. ”
“Shit,” I say and cover her fist with my hand. “Okay, okay. No more talk of dating. But do you at least understand why? What it is about imagining you and me, going out for tacos or something, that makes it so scary?”
Liz sits up in bed and crosses her legs at the ankles. She’s completely naked, as am I, and her hair screams freshly fucked, falling in messy waves over her shoulder and breasts. I wish I had a camera to take a picture and show her how gorgeous, how ethereal she looks.
“I don’t know,” she says. “The idea that you would expect things of me. That I would have to show up for you. That I would have to make concessions to you.
“That you only like me because you don’t know me. That if you got to know me you would no longer like me, and that it would hurt.
“That you are simply happy to fuck someone after a long drought, and I’m here and willing and that you’d feel the same about anyone else in my place right now.
“That I don’t know who I am or what I want to do with my life, but that I want to figure it out and I don’t want to have to mold myself to someone else again before I know who I am and what I want.”
Liz says all this in a breathless torrent. When she’s done, she looks at me with such desperation, like she’s begging me to not make her do this, this thing that hurts her.
“Hey,” I push myself up on my elbow and cup her cheek. “Hey, it’s okay. It’s okay. I get it. If you can’t, you can’t. I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to push. I just think you’re amazing and would like to get to know you, that’s all.”
She smiles. “I would like that, too. I’m so relaxed around you and you give amazing head...” I grin, feeling pretty good about myself at the moment. “But I can’t be anyone’s girlfriend right now. I need to try being on my own, for real. Do you know I’d never lived alone before?”
My eyes widen. “Seriously?”
She nods as she uncrosses her outstretched legs, then crosses them again.
Her eyes are focused on the folded hands in her lap.
“I never moved out for college. I lived with my parents until the engagement two years ago, then moved in with my fiancé...” She turns to look at me.
“Even now, I’m not living in my own place.
I’ve never had to contact the utility company to set up or disconnect service.
I’ve never had to hook up a TV or set up a wireless router.
In so many ways, I feel like I’m not yet an adult at all. ”
I laugh.
“Don’t be a dick.”
“Sorry, I’m not laughing at you. I mean, yeah, these are all rite-of-passage experiences, but you are an adult. You’ve been out in the world working for years and supported yourself through college. Your path was harder than many people’s.”
“You think so?” She looks at me from underneath her eyelashes, her mouth tilting up in the corners.
“Yeah. Setting up a router is a piece of cake.”
“Did you set up yours?”
“Yeah, and I’m not techy at all. It’s all idiot-proof.”
“Okay.” She smiles, looking much more relaxed than before.
“Honestly,” I say, “I’m blown away by how you could articulate all these things about your emotions when I put you on the spot like that. Most of the time, I have no idea what I’m feeling, and can never present it as cogently as you just did...”
“Not sure using words like ‘cogent’ and ‘articulate’ are allowed during pillow talk,” she says with a smile.
“Now you’ve done it.” I pounce on her, and she giggles. “Making fun of a man’s vocabulary like that.”
“At least your vocabulary is as massive as your dick.”
“That’s right.” I drag her down next to me as she squeals with delight, then I slap her ass. “And I think it’s time for a reminder.”
She draws me into her arms and I kiss her neck, her chin, and before long her tongue is sliding along mine and I am back inside her, her body warm and welcoming, our pace languid and filled with emotion, and we barely break eye contact as our bodies sway and rub against each other, hot and sweaty, moaning in each other’s mouths.
****
I t’s not until a few hours later that she says she has to go, and I see her to her car again.
“I have fond memories of your car,” I whisper as I press her against the chassis. “I wonder if we should refresh them.”
“You can’t be serious.” Her eyes widen with incredulity. “We fucked for hours. I came, like, six times. I can barely walk now.”
I chuckle and hug her around the waist, burying my face in her neck. “I can’t help it. I want to live inside you. You feel amazing.”
She wraps her arms around me and squeezes me tight. “You feel pretty amazing, too.”
“So what now?” I ask, feeling emboldened.
She shrugs and pulls back.
“I’ve been meaning to ask you,” I say, stroking her hair. It’s still down. I like it down. “What made you want to see me today?”
“Oh!” She tucks a strand behind her ear. “I completely forgot. Today during an interview, I met this cool new friend—”
I raise one eyebrow.
“A female friend,” she clarifies, “not that it matters. But she’s so cool and she has a great job and she lives how she wants, and she just made it seem like it’s okay for me to live how I want.
That I don’t owe anyone my life, even if they’re my parents or my ex-fiancé.
That it’s okay to just live for me, you know? ”
“Your new friend sounds like a smart lady.”
“She is! After meeting with her, I just felt so ... free and hopeful, and I had all this good energy, and all I could think of was how I wanted to see you.”
I squeeze her hips. “I’m so glad you came over. I will share every kind of energy with you.”
She smiles. “I thought you might.”
“Should I bother asking when I will see you next?”
She looks down and gently pushes against my chest. “Joe—”
“Okay, okay. I think I get it. Plans and obligations stress you out right now.”
She nods.
“How about we play it by ear? When you want to see me, text me and we’ll meet up if I’m free. I might do the same, and I promise not to crowd you. Would that be okay?”
“So... We’d be like friends with benefits?” She looks up at me from beneath her eyelashes.
“Something like that. If that’s what you want.”
“We can try. The idea is not making me feel like I’ve got a gorilla sitting on my chest, so I take it as a good sign.”
“Sounds like a plan, then.”
I kiss her softly and hug her close, and she hugs me back. We stay like that for a long while. It seems we’re both having a hard time letting go.
As long as I don’t press her about the future.
“Sure you don’t want another whirl against the car?” I say with a smile.
“Ugh. You’re incorrigible.” She laughs and gently pushes me away. “Okay, I’m definitely leaving now.”
Liz turns around to unlock the vehicle, and I take the opportunity to slap her on the ass. Chuckling, she shakes her head, then folds herself inside and then she’s off.
I stand there waving at her, steeling myself for the long wait until Liz realizes what I already know—that we belong together.