Will — We need to talk
"So so good…" was all Britney could get out, not quite managing to complete the sentence.
Britney's moans climbed higher in pitch, her body thrashing this way and that. All music to my ears and already overly inflated ego.
I knew I found a spot she liked to be sucked, licked or rubbed, when her thighs slapped against the sides of my head, crushing me between them. Much like she was doing now.
"Yes Miss O'Prey?" I urged, moving on to give her clit a light, provoking lick. "Come on babe, you can make it. Try for adjectives other than good this time," I teased playfully.
With a scowl she spread her legs, grabbed my head and shoved my face against her insatiable pussy. By now I understood what that meant. My tongue slid into her little hole and I started tongue fucking her.
"Really… really good," she said, forcing my head back and forth to make use of my tongue.
Tired of being toyed with, she had turned the tables on me once again. Her Dr Jekyll and Hyde routine drove me wild. One minute I had her body succumbing to my every whim, every touch, and the next she was calling the shots.
In and out we moved in sync to get my tongue deeper into her. With her on the verge of climax, recklessly chasing bliss into oblivion, our eyes met as she started thrusting her hips at me. My hands slid under her ass and up her back when she started seizing and screaming profanities.
Pulling myself up, I slammed her back into the mattress. My naked form crawled up to her face, dropping kisses and little hickeys all over her body along the way. A goofy, satisfied grin was my reward.
"You've been doing me for pretty much two days straight. Miss O'Prey is a bit formal, no?"
Her face faltered as she came down from her high. I knew why I was taken off guard, not being used to sleeping with the same woman twice, but why was she?
Somehow I convinced myself that if we just kept fucking, I could avoid what comes next. Hence the primitive humping each other's brains out for the last two days, pretty much straight.
An expert in the art of avoiding things, I rolled her over onto her side and raised her leg with one hand. Then I aligned my cock with her entrance with the other. Slowly I worked my cock into her snug, little pussy.
The closer I got to her, the more her question weighed on me. Nagged at me.
"So good at everything," she murmured between pants, finally completing her sentence.
I tried to make a snide remark about the continued use of the word good, but words failed me when I sped up and she did too. My hand reached between her legs to rub her clit and she covered it with her own, leaning into me until all of the back of her clung to the front of me. Deeper, harder, faster. I lost myself to the lust, but nothing could stop the nagging.
"Fuck! Shit! Damn!" she screamed, as though she were in my head, listening in.
With her question, something unsaid had passed between us. We each had lives separate from one another.
I tried to shake it off and focus on her. Moving with her, laying claim to every spot I could find with my mouth. Squeezing her tits until she yelped. Taking everything I wanted.
"You feel so good inside me!" she yelled freely, unhinged and unafraid and made all the more beautiful for it. "More! Fuck Will, more!"
The more she spoke, the louder the thoughts got. She was a piece of work. She couldn't string a sentence together when I first entered her pussy, but once we got going, she could scream for hours.
My fingers traveled back up her body, touching her skin possessively. This was coming to a grinding halt, like all one-night stands or forty-eight hour sexathons or whatever the fuck this was. Going at it like rabbits forever wasn't—
Before my brain could complete the thought, I felt her lips on mine. We were tangled up in each other by now, her back pressed up against my front with one of her legs draped over me as we forced our bodies to collide again and again. Despite all that, she snaked her arm around my neck and we were now kissing, as feverishly as we could while still going at it.
Our lips came apart, but she held onto my neck, looking me straight in the eye as she came undone. From experience I knew that this was just her first orgasm. When she was turned on enough, she could get off on mere kissing. This was nothing for her. Just one of many before I would eventually succumb to the urge already in my groin and blow my load inside her.
I pulled out and away from her, looking her up and down. Soft, pink lips. Flawless, warm body. Passionate, captivating eyes. After a moment or two had passed, her gorgeous model smile turned into a frown. Resisting clawing at the increasingly familiar tightening in my chest, I grabbed her cheeks and kissed her.
The long, soft, tender kind of kiss that I knew could get her off. As expected, she threw her arms around my neck as the second orgasm hit. My curious eyes bore into hers. It wasn't enough. I had to have her again.
Intertwining our fingers, I led her to the headboard. Then I crawled up behind her and positioned her on her knees.
"Will, what are you—"
Not waiting for her to finish, I put a hand on her hip, lined my dick up at her entrance and thrust into her.
"Will!" she screamed, lunging forward from the impact.
Even as Hyde, she had let me do whatever I wanted to her, met every challenge readily, but this she somehow knew was different.
"We need to talk, Will," she said over her shoulder, her body rocking from the force of my thrusts.
Words no man ever wanted to hear. I wasn't interested in talking, just fucking her silly. Fucking her out of my system.
"Later." I hissed, plunging into her again.
Soon we were back into a rhythm, bodies slamming into each other, nothing but panting, the sounds of skin slapping against each other and her musical screams filling the air.
She gave up, completely lost in lust, until her last orgasm set off my own. Collapsing onto her, I took her down with me, spooning her as my eyes fell closed. There was nothing in my world but the warmth of her body and the simultaneous frenzy and contentment going through me as I emptied into her.
"You're not looking to lock me up and hold me captive here as your permanent sex slave, are you?" she asked with a snigger, turning around and balling up against me after my dick had softened and I slid out of her.
Our eyes met. Nothing came out of me. She raised an eyebrow expectantly. As I searched for the words to answer her question, not knowing the answer myself, my phone rang.
"Saved by the bell," I said, grabbing the phone and using the phone call as an excuse to get some distance between us. "Hello Harmon," I answered.
Again. Again. Again. The voice in my head insisted. How was it possible to want someone so much when I already had her several times over?
"She's what?" I snapped, freezing on the spot after hearing the news.
My raised voice caught Britney's attention. I smiled at her reassuringly from across the room.
Fuck me, why now?
Didn't she get that I had a private island because of her? I needed a restraining order.
"The usual. Stall until she leaves," I said, ending the call with a bored sigh.
When I made it back to the bed, I went in for a kiss like it was the most natural thing. Apparently it wasn't because Britney pulled away. I knew instantly that things had changed. Harmon may be able to stall, but Britney was done being detained.
"My stay on Cupid's Cove ends today," she said, a bite to her tone of voice. "It's time for me to leave."
With that, she got up and headed for the bathroom.
"Miss O'Prey—"
"Britney's fine," she called out without looking back.
Well fuck me, what the hell was that?