Kiss and Don't Tell(102)

Fucking gorgeous.

“I need your cock.” She grips me and I nearly buckle over from relief. “You need me just as much as I need you.”

“I need you more,” I admit, falling victim to her hands as she strokes me under the water.

“I want you bare. I’m on birth control. Do you trust me?”

“Fuck . . . yes,” I say, not even having to think about it. Even if she weren’t on birth control, I’m not sure I’d be able to hold back.

“How do you . . . how do you want me?” she asks, all of a sudden acting awkward.

“Climb on top of me.”

She shakes her head. “That position—”

“I’m not him,” I say, silencing her with two fingers to her lips. “Trust me, I want to see you ride my cock. I need to see you take control. I want to look you in the eyes when you take me bare and then come all over my cock.”

She bites down on the corner of her lip as she considers her options.

“I’ll help you,” I say, when I see how apprehensive she is. I grip her hips and say, “Sit up on your knees and move over my cock.” She takes a second to respond, but when she does, I grow even more excited. “Now reach down and grip my cock between your legs.” She does and then presses me against her entrance. “Fuck, yes, baby, right there. Now when you’re ready, slowly sink on top of me. But keep those gorgeous eyes on me.”

With a deep breath, she moves my erection right to her entrance, and then she slowly starts to sink down. The second I penetrate her with nothing between us, my eyes slowly start to roll to the back of my head.

Focus, look at her. Watch her.

When my eyes find hers, I see her take a huge breath as she sinks lower, her mouth drops open in awe, and then she grips my shoulders as she goes lower and lower.

“Pacey, this is . . . I’m so full.”

“You’re not done, Winnie. Keep going.”

She bites her bottom lip. “I don’t think I can.”

“Look at me,” I demand. When her eyes meet mine, I say, “Put your hands behind your back and lace your fingers together.” When she gives me a confused look, I add, “Now.”

At the snap of my voice, she laces her hands behind her back, and her chest puffs out right at my eye level. Perfect. I smooth my hand around her back, bring her closer, and then hold her in place as my mouth descends on her breast. I suck one of her nipples between my lips and pull on it gently. She moans and slides farther down my cock.

“That’s it, baby. Relax.” I play with her other breast until she relaxes some more and takes me all the way in. I know the minute I’m at the hilt, because her mouth falls open and her head falls back.

“Oh, God,” she moans as her hips grind down on mine. “You hit me in a spot that no one ever has.” She grinds down again, making little circles. “Yes, Pacey.”

“Look at me.”

She opens her eyes, but keeps her hands behind her back.

“That’s it. Now, lift up and then slam back down.” She does as I say, and when she pushes back down on my cock, a loud moan falls past my lips from how fucking good it feels.

My hands fall to her hips and I guide her, repeating the process over and over again. Her hands unlock and they land on my shoulders, where she holds on for balance.

“Pacey, this is too good. Oh my God, it feels too good.”

“You’re perfect for me,” I say, unable to control what comes out of my mouth as her pussy tightens with spasms. “Fuck, you’re so goddamn hot. So tight.”

Her pace picks up, her tits bounce in front of my face, and her increasing moans light up the bathroom. “Yes, yes . . . yes,” she pants.

“Faster, baby.” I help pump her up and down. My balls grow tight as all the pressure in my body builds at the base of my cock. I’m ready to fucking explode, but I need her with me. “Where are you?”

“Fu-uck, Pacey,” she yells as her pussy clenches around my length, and she climaxes ferociously.

“Jesus, fuck,” I say. My cock swells and I come, hard, my head falling forward as I still and hold on, my orgasm twitching deep inside of her. “Mother . . . fucker,” I say, catching my breath.

Winnie loops her arms around me and then collapses against my chest, my dick still fully inside her, just where I fucking like it.

I rub my hand up and down her back as we both catch our breath. “Are you okay?” I ask her.

She nods against me but doesn’t say a word.

“You sure?” I ask as I feel a hitch in her breathing.

She lifts up from my shoulder, revealing a tear streaking down her cheek. “I’m sorry,” she says. “This is so stupid. I shouldn’t be crying after sex. It’s so embarrassing.”

“It’s not,” I say. “Why are you crying?” When she tries to look away, I force her chin back so her eyes match up with mine.

“It’s terrifying, how much you make me feel . . . how much I feel for you.”

I rub my thumb over her cheek and smile up at her. “That’s not something to cry about, baby. It’s something to celebrate.”

“These are happy tears,” she says. “You make me feel like a queen, Pacey. I’ve never felt that way with someone before. I’m still trying to make sense of it all.”