Our lips and hands and bodies connect like a bomb goes off between us, nerves screaming, lungs barely f**king breathing.
I move roughly with her and she moves wildly with me.
Our legs tangle together, and her hands roam my abs with eagerness, settling on my back, gripping my flesh while my weight bears down on her. She cries out as I grind into her. Fuck… I want to hear her again, but I have to stifle her noises. So I cover her mouth with my palm, and I keep grinding against her, my c**k throbbing. Push into her.
Not yet.
She mumbles against my hand, trying to speak while I slide the track pants off her long legs. I remove my hand and shed down to my boxer-briefs.
“Push into me,” she whispers, her lips swollen from our embrace, her breathing ragged. The flashlight swings above us. We must have knocked into it, and neither of us attempts to turn it off. I want to see all of her, every reaction and every limb.
Instead of outright answering her, I undress Daisy, slipping off her panties and shirt. We kiss again, just hammered with these intense feelings. She rolls her h*ps against me, and I slam my weight back into her. She cries out, and I grip her hair.
She lies on her back, her shallow breaths slicing the silence. Her eyes pin on my dick, and I can tell she’s imagining every inch of me inside of her.
“Please,” she breathes.
I comb my fingers through her hair and then hold her face in my large hard. She’s small beneath me, fragile. Even if she thinks she’s experienced, she’s not experienced with me. Not yet, at least. I kiss her while my other hand descends to her clit. She bucks her h*ps up to meet me as my fingers move up and down and then circular.
She writhes beneath me, her nails clawing into my back. Just as her lips part, I slide my hand over her mouth, her hot breath heating my palm.
I scan her from head to toe, the way she unravels in pleasure, the way her legs spasm, and her body arches towards me, her h*ps thrusting to try and find a pressure that I have yet to give her. Watching Daisy come is like watching a person discover a new world, seeing fireworks for the first time, lit up and awed. Knowing I helped her achieve it—I f**king ache to be closer, to fill her with happiness and me.
Her toes curl and her fingers press deep into my back, her head tilted, my hand enveloping her face to muffle the cry.
I sit up and let her catch her breath, which is all over the f**king place.
She watches me, but my dark gaze lets little through besides I want you. You’re so f**king beautiful. She quickly matches my position, sitting, and I spread her legs wider around me.
Her mouth starts to descend towards my cock, and I lift her chin up quickly and kiss her. I move on impulse—what feels right. And my fingers slip inside of her. She’s so f**king wet. She cl**axes within a couple minutes, and I take them out and grip the base of my cock.
Daisy inhales sharply, realizing what’s about to happen. She edges closer to me, holds the back of my neck with both hands, and rests her forehead on my chest. She likes the visual, and I’ll gladly give her one.
I brush her hair away from her ear and whisper, “Ready to have all of me, Dais?”
She answers by running her hands through my hair near my neck. I smile, and I slowly slide into her. She clenches around me, and my mouth opens. I force a f**king groan to stay in the back of my throat. My muscles cut into hard lines, and I hold the back of her head to my chest.
I can’t imagine a more intimate way to fill Daisy, with her on my lap as I sit up, clung to my chest, giving me possession of her body and heart.
She’s swollen around my erection, soaked and so much tighter than I anticipated or expected. Underneath these nerve-splitting sensations, I’m acutely aware of how much she can take of me. She gasps, learning how to keep her voice hushed, and I stop midway from fitting into her completely.
“Ryke,” she cries.
“Shh,” I coo. She rocks her hips, attempting to put all of me inside of her. My hand falls from her head to her hip. I steady her, and then I push in further. Fuck. My eyes shut as the pressure overwhelms me. I haven’t even started moving in her yet.
I grip her ass while she stares at the way my long c**k disappears between her legs. She breathes short, choppy f**king breaths, and when she’s engrained the image, I tilt her back against the dark green sleeping bag.
My hand slides from her knee to her thigh, and I begin to thrust with slow, deep strokes, milking every f**king movement. I want each one to last for eternity, no rushing, no speeding up this cliff. My ass tightens as I push forward, and I kiss her, combing her damp blonde hair away from her forehead.
I’m inside the girl who has begged for this type of pleasure for years.
And I’m the one finally giving it to her, showing her that sex can be so f**king good.
Fucking Christ, I’ve wanted this for so f**king long.
“Ryke,” she starts saying. So much that I have to put my hand over her mouth again. She rocks her h*ps upwards each time I thrust down, creating friction and extra depth that blinds me with adrenaline. I rest my forearm beside her head, my six-foot-three body hovering over her small frame.
Her eyes fix on mine as I thrust, my pace increasing by a notch. Her h*ps can’t keep up with me. Her legs hook around my waist. She’s limber enough that I bring one of her legs over my shoulder while my chest is close to hers.
She moans into my palm, and I restrain from coming right there. I hold back, grunting and pushing. Fuck. I don’t feel her breathing, and her eyes flutter.
“Breathe through your nose,” I say roughly, instinctively quickening each thrust. I don’t want her to f**king pass out.
She finally exhales, and her gaze returns to mine. I slow for a second, but I can tell she’s nearing the end. Her whole body is tense beneath me; her eyes threaten to roll back at any moment. I pound into her in fast spurts, a thin sheen of sweat coating my skin. Fuck.
Fuck.
She’s so tight.
I can’t slow down, even if I wanted to.
My parted lips touch her forehead, and I move until her body lifts against mine, until her head tilts back and her eyes close. Her moans breach my hand, but they’re soft cries that only I can possibly hear. And they’re so f**king beautiful.
I grunt as I force myself not to come yet. I take my hand off, and I lift her from underneath her arms.
“Ryke,” she says, her tense muscles all softened and melted after that cl**ax. Her eyes fall to my erection, and she frowns.
“Catch your breath fast, sweetheart.” I spin her on my lap, her back against my chest, and I grip my cock, sliding into her easily. She gasps as she has the best visual of me moving up and down inside of her.
I suck her neck, lifting my pelvis up into her in a deep, pulsing rhythm. I knead her breast, my finger flicking over her hardened nipple.
She leans back against me and clenches my hair, letting me f**k her how she deserves to be f**ked. With attention and so much love. Long minutes pass, and I know I could build her up for hours. I could make her come until exhaustion shuts her eyes, but I want her to be coherent afterwards. As she clenches around my cock, I focus on her body in my grasp, me deep inside of her, and her shallow noises.
I push upwards hard, and I come with her, white lights flashing in my vision, my head f**king spinning. I exhale a couple times before I slide out of her. I gently lean her against the sleeping bag, and I lie next to Daisy, my body at peace with hers. The flashlight swings above us like a pendulum.
Fucking finally.