Messy Love(61)

My eyes found hers as I ate her and finger-fucked her delicious pussy, getting drunker on her smell and taste as her juices drenched my hand. It was impossible to stay still as I worked her up and her hands went to my face, pushing me harder against her, her fingers tugging on my hair as her voice went louder. Careful not to fall down the couch, I pressed my hard length against her leg and groaned against her. I wouldn’t be able to wait much longer.

“Wyatt… Wyatt,’’ she moaned out, her voice so strangled I barely recognized her and that gave me another thrill. She was mindless.

I pulled away but didn’t stop my fingers from getting her higher and higher. “What? What do you want?’’

“I want to come with you. Now. Please. Please, Wyatt.’’

Her breasts heaved, hypnotizing me. My mouth watered and my cock leaked more precum against her leg. I nodded and reached for my pants nearby without getting off the couch to grab a condom. Shakily, I put the rubber on and faced Marissa again. Her eyes were on my throbbing cock as if it was the most delicious meal she had ever seen.

“One of these days I’m going to need that mouth of yours wrapped around my cock.’’

Her answering sexy smile pushed one too many buttons, and I covered her body with mine. A hand around my thick length, I ran my tip against her drenched pussy until she took my balls in her hands and gently massaged them. My loud moan was so damn animalistic I wondered how come she didn’t cower. Instead, it seemed to get her going as she gently squeezed them.

I snatched her wrist and forced both hands above her head. Then, sweet damn mercy, I thrust into her to the hilt. Her hands closed around the one holding them up, and we moaned in unison. I was fucking loud, but I couldn’t stop myself, nor could I stop the thrusting motion of my hips, the sounds of my balls hitting her as I fucked her harder under the urging of her moans and praising words.

“So good,’’ she mumbled brokenly, eyes shutting and mouth open with a loud gasp as I hit her just right inside. Her pussy clamped so tight around my cock I almost came just then. Perfection. Sweet torture.

“Come on, sweet thing,’’ I said through gritted teeth as beads of sweat fell from my forehead to crash on hers. “Tell me what you want.’’

“Don’t stop. Just don't.’’ She struggled against my hand, but I didn’t let her go. Instead, I thrust into her harder, making her scream and clench around me. Her thighs tightened on my hips and bent higher. “I’m close. Feels so good.’’

“Feels perfect,’’ I groaned back and sneaked my free hand to her clit. I pressed on it in counterpoint to my thrusts. “That’s right, clench around me. You’re going to make me come so fucking hard, Marissa.’’

And then, after a few more thrusts she tensed, her whole body tightened and arched upward. Her nails bit into my hand, and her thighs pressed tighter at my sides, but it was nothing compared to the vice her pussy turned into.

Black spots appeared in front of me as she came, moaning, crying my name again and again. And I came.

My body stilled, and I groaned out her name along with something else I didn’t know.

“Wow,’’ I whispered in her neck, spent and sweaty against her. I released her hands, and she loosely wrapped her arms around me, drawing invisible designs on my sweaty back.

“That was…’’ she whispered and then trailed off, sighing before she kissed the top of my head. She cuddled me, and that did something to my guts. Unable to resist, I trailed a few slow kisses on her neck with my eyes closed and my nose full of Marissa’s scent mixed with mine and sex.

“Intense?’’ I supplied and then placed another kiss on her neck before I pulled my head back to stare at her.

Her eyes, hooded and so fucking bright did me in and this time around fear was non-existent. She was there, right there where I wanted her most. Whatever that meant.

“Yeah, intense. Maybe too intense.’’

My first instinct was to frown and pull away, but Marissa’s soft hands on my back and her legs around my hips kept me rooted there, softening my edges as they started to prickle again. Instead, I did something very foreign to me when it came to women. I kissed her forehead softly and gently brushed away a few strands of hair, careful not to ruin that peaceful moment suspended in time. Peace wasn’t something I was all that accustomed to, and I wanted it to last as long as possible, along with that fucking light she pushed into me to better fight off my demons. She made it seem possible that everything could happen, that I wasn’t condemned to my own fucked up darkness.

“It can’t be too intense when it makes everything else disappear, sweet thing,’’ I whispered close to her mouth and watched, enthralled, as her eyes dilated again and her mouth twisted into the most adorable smile I had ever seen. “It’s perfection.’’

“Or madness.’’

I traced the slope under her lower lip and stared as her mouth parted with a quiet gasp. My thumb met the still damp skin of her lip, sliding over the deep pink plump flesh. “Do I make your heart beat faster? Do I make your body sing without so much as a single touch? Do I haunt your every fucking thought directly or indirectly? Do you want to see me even when you know it’s the worst fucking idea? Because that’s exactly how it is for me, sweet thing.’’ I locked eyes with her again and kissed her quickly. I closed my eyes as to sever that damn link that’s blurring things even more and filling me with doubts and fears that had nothing to do with who Marissa was, but everything to do with who I was and how I never ceased to fuck everything up.