by Bry Ann
“Hey, babe, what, uh… are you doing?”
My heart rate starts to pick up as well as arousal and a strong sense of fear and anxiety.
“I'm saying hi.”
My hips dip forward a bit, lightly pressing against him.
“Right. Hi.”
He tries to shift away from me, but his back pain, which is getting better, stops him.
“So, chérie, you’re killing me here. Take your time, but I do find you incredibly sexy. Especially in nothing but a bit of lace and silk, just sayin’.”
A warm sensation fills my chest. “I want to try.”
He freezes beneath me. “Are you sure? I'm not pressuring you.”
“Oh, I know. That’s why I want to try.” I smirk.
He chuckles. “That’s fair.”
“I wish my back wasn’t so fucked up,” he mutters. “The idea of fucking a man who’s practically immobile can’t be hot.”
“It is hot to me, because it’s you. If you were moving all over, I’d get freaked anyway, probably, so this is on me. We’ll go slow. For both of us.”
He takes the back of my head and pulls me forward. He doesn’t go slow or gentle when he kisses me. It’s rough and passionate, sending a shiver down my spine. He never talks about how much he wants me, because he doesn’t want me to feel pressured, but it’s nice. It’s nice to feel wanted and sexy. I never thought I’d get to feel that way, at least not in a classy way. I know men want to fuck me or whatever but they wouldn’t if they got to know me. Ajax knows me and finds me more attractive for it.
I let myself melt into him and the kiss. His hands drift up and down the sides of my exposed body. When he reaches the front hem of my shorts, his hand freezes. Slowly, very slowly, he slides inside, gauging my reaction. I know if I offered one hint I was panicking, he’d pull away, but although the feeling is there, lingering in the background, need is the more prominent thing I'm feeling. I grind my hips down on Ajax’s dick. A moan escapes my lips. Fuck, this feels good.
“Ajax,” I whimper when he grabs my hips and grinds me down on him in a rhythm that has tingles spreading up my thighs and between my legs. His finger finds my clit and he presses, rubbing some circles.
“Fuck, you’re so sexy, Rain. Fuck,” he grunts as I grind down on him, chasing the building orgasm. He plunges one finger inside me and I shatter.
“Ajax!” I cry, back arching before collapsing on top of him, breathing heavy. “I'm sorry,” I say after a moment.
He pulls back. “Sorry? What the hell do you have to be sorry for?”
“I-I don’t know, falling on you.”
“Rain Brown, fall on me anytime if you’re crying out my name like that. You hear me?”
Blushing, I nod. “I-I want to return the favor.”
The heat in his eyes makes my stomach flutter. “I’d like that, babe, but I wanna be inside you. You comfortable with that?”
Staring into his green eyes, I nod. “I-I think so.”
He kisses me slowly as he uses my hands to remove his clothes until I'm comfortable doing that on my own. He guides me through everything. He holds me when I get tense. He moves slowly inside me, allowing my body to adjust to his size. When I reach the edge, he rubs my clit until I come (again) before he does.
Now we’re both breathing heavily, wrapped up in each other.
“I should go to the bathroom,” I mumble.
He mumbles something unhappily but lifts an arm. I reach for my pants but he snatches them with a grin.
“Not yet.”
I’m red as a tomato when I walk away. I know he’s watching me. I try to let my hips sway but I feel much more confident in my heels. Mmm… that would be a good surprise for him one day. Heels, no clothes, on the bed waiting for him.
Yes. That needs to happen. ASAP.
On my way to the bathroom, I grab my phone. When I'm locked in the bathroom, I text Kiki immediately. I know that seems like TMI but nothing is TMI between us. She texted me after she had sex with Guy for the first time.
Me: Soooooo…. me and Ajax had sex.
The phone rings but I decline the call.
Me: I'm in the bathroom. Can’t talk. I don’t think we’re done.
