Head On (Strength And Love)(28)



She bites on her lip and I still for a moment, letting her get used to me. When she breathes out, I take that moment to push all the way in. Her eyes widen and her breath comes out in little gasps. I stay still and let her adjust, and then I begin to move.

At first, she doesn’t react much. I wipe a sticky strand of hair from her forehead. “You okay?”

She nods and then gives a small moan as I thrust into her a little deeper. I circle my hips and press right against her, knowing it will push on her clit and she moans again.

I keep fucking her, loving her reactions as she gets all turned on again. She’s super responsive. And I’m responsive to her. It’s as if, physically at least, we were made for each other. As I thrust into her harder, those big tits of hers bounce and I want to fuck them bad. Want to come all over them.

She wraps her arms around me and pulls me into her, until we’re pressed together. I take her mouth in mine and kiss her hard as our bodies start to slam together. She’s pressing her cunt right up against me now, and she’s wet. She’s making little moaning cries that I’m swallowing like the greedy fucker I am.

I’m going to come, but I want her to go over the edge first. She’s already come twice, and I want her to do so again. I said I’d ruin her, and I want to. I want to ruin her for every other man after me.

We might not be able to be anything more than tonight, or maybe a few nights, because I have to do this again. But I’m selfish enough to want to be the one she’ll always remember. Not only her first, but her best.

“Come on, beautiful. Come for me. I want to feel you come all over my cock. I want you to come so hard you milk every last drop out of me.”

She digs her short nails into my back, and they don’t cut me. It’s glorious to feel her so into this, so into me. She’s matching my every thrust now, moaning and gasping, and I pull back to look at her and see the exact moment she tips over the edge. She’s fucking perfection, and I lose it.

I come hard enough to see stars, and I wish I could pour it all into her instead of the condom.

When it finally ends, I roll off her and tie up the condom before dropping it into the trash can beside my bed.

I climb back onto the bed, and as I come down from my high I start to panic. I pull her into my arms and onto my chest, because I cannot look at her right now. She’s changed me. One fuck. One moment. And I’m different.

She’s torn a huge hole in the wall I’ve been carefully building and it scares me to death. She gave herself to me tonight like no one ever has, and I want more of it, more of her.

“Wow. What was that? Is it always that way?” She’s shaky, unsure. I think she’s as scared as I am by what’s happened.

“No. But if two people hit it off it can be.” Bullshit. I’ve hit it off with plenty of women before and never experienced anything like this.

“Wow. I mean, I don’t know what to say. Thank you, I suppose.” She’s silent for a moment then begins to speak again. “I mean, I have great orgasms with my vibrator, and my g-spot stimulator, but never like that.”

I turn to her and tilt her chin up. “You use a g-spot stimulator?”

She does that gorgeous blushing thing she does, and nods. “I use it sometimes, and watch porn.”

Oh fuck. I’ve got to have her again. I’m already hard at her words. “What porn do you watch?”

“Stuff on Tumblr. I like the more sensual stuff, nothing too hardcore or nasty toward women. Although, I do like to read about erm…it doesn’t matter.”

Yes, it does. “What do you like to read about, Isla?” My voice is dark and dangerous because fuck me, I need to know what she likes to read about, and then I’m going to do it to her.

“I like to read about women being spanked.”

“Well, we’ll have to see what we can do about that.”

*****

I wake up and the early morning light is streaming in through the window. Isla lays with her head on my chest and she’s snoring softly, which I find endearing as hell. I feel different. Light, somehow.

Not wanting to wake her, but needing a piss, I move her off me carefully, and head to the bathroom. Ablutions taken care of, I decide I need food next. My stomach rumbles at the thought.

I stop by the guest room to see Sadie curled up in the middle of the bed, the sheets all rucked up under her. “Come on, you.” I click my fingers and she jumps down and follows me out of the room and down the stairs.

Once in the kitchen, I put some coffee on to brew straight away, and then line up three bowls to feed the dogs. Once their kibble is sorted, and they’re happily munching away, I wash my hands and go stare in the fridge. I have all the ingredients for a full English, and decide to make one.

As I’m frying the bacon and whisking up some scrambled eggs, I realise I’m singing under my breath. I stop what I’m doing and consider this. I’m not a singing in the morning kind of a guy. Most days I get up and go through the motions. I eat a healthy breakfast of porridge or muesli and then go for a walk or a run with the dogs. Three times a week I come home and work out in the gym. Then I make lunch – normally something healthy like a tuna salad with a jacket potato, and then I do business shit. Answering emails, checking payments, doing my taxes. I have a website and I keep it updated. I don’t fucking sing. Ever.

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