Topsy Turvy Kinda Love
her this time.She’s in a regular tee shirt, and she hasn’t donned her normal teaching apparel. At the risk of sounding hopeful, I hope this means she’s giving me a chance. The unsaid words in this kiss sure give me that impression. The floodgates are open, and I’m pouring myself heart and soul into whatever this thing is that I’m choosing not to label just yet. This is more than just open sex and lust. It’s affection, whether she chooses to believe in it or not. I’ll believe in it enough for both of us. Every tempting touch shoots my desire for her higher.
I haul her into me, pulling her leg to wrap around my hip while I grind my dick into her. She feels so fucking good. My little pixie. She gasps into my mouth at one especially hard thrust against her, and I hear the soft murmurs of pleading and begging abandoning her lips.
“You want me, Mia?” I ask, hoping yet again that she doesn’t pull away from the intensity. Her tiny body is molding to mine perfectly, just like the first time, and I relish it, barriers be damned.
“Yes, need you Brooks. Need you now.” Her breathy pants are enough to make me burst.
“Thank fuck.” I’m so abso-fucking-lutely hard for her, painfully so. She runs her blunt nails down my back attempting to scratch me into submission of whatever she wants me to do, and I fully oblige. I rub her swollen pussy lips and slip inside her warmth. She moans as I enter her tight little core. The pulse pounding within me is shouting that this is a deeper connection, and I hope she feels it too.
I start out thrusting slowly. Fully aware that if I go in guns blazing then I’ll be going out in a blaze of embarrassment. I calm myself. For a minute, I sit and just feel the pleasure of being inside her. Being this close to my girl. I pull back from her lips and admire the puffy red that has become of them since I start devouring her.
The timer on my phone goes off, and I curse at it. It’s a blatant reminder that I have to go to work in an hour. I’m pissed that I can’t spend the afternoon making sure my woman is naked and as sated as possible. I’m also worried that as soon as I walk out the front door, she’s going to run. This is a lot for her. I’ll make up for lost time now.
“Brooks, don’t stop. Need you right now. Fuck me.” She reaches up and pulls my face down to hers, letting her lips brush against mine. Hells yes. Back in the moment with Mia, I start thrusting into her harder. She squirms below me, her legs wrapping around me to hold me tighter with each thrust. My tongue is moving in and out of her mouth, making love to her like my dick is doing to her lady parts. And I am. I’m making love to her. I won’t say it out loud, but I know what this is. I’ve never questioned it.
“Let’s try something new,” she whispers to me, and I nod.
“Anything you want. Let’s do it.”
I slide from her warmth and I shrink slightly at the instant cold. She flips over and presents her ass to me, looking over her shoulder with a small smile. “Doggie style.”
I’ve never tried it before, obviously, so I’m game. I slip back into her, hitting lower than I was before, and it’s fucking heaven. Everything about being inside Mia is worth every bit of hell the leaders from back home used to preach about. I’m lusty as fuck right now. She moans as I slide into the hilt, and we start going at it again.
No longer humans, but feral-filled animals in a rut. My balls smack her clit as I thrust in and out of her. She hums and whimpers her delight every time my dick rubs over her special spot inside. She feels good. Too good, and before long that all too familiar tingle starts to creep up my body. I reach around below her and find her tiny nub of nerves and rub it in circles.
Her walls start to clamp down on my dick, and I know she’s close. “Yes, Brooks. Fuck me. Fuck me harder.” I do as she wishes, pounding into her like my life depends upon it, and it’s my last day on earth. More moans escape her mouth, and her orgasm crashes into me so hard that it brings on my own. I see stars behind my eyes, and for a moment, everything goes black before the world is back. I lean down and kiss her back, whispering praise of how good her body feels around me.
We both collapse, but I’m held up by my elbows so I don’t crush her. I pull out and roll beside her, one arm wrapped around her, pulling her closer. I don’t want to give her any room to run. Zero. She lays her head on my chest, and we lay quietly as we come down from the high. Her soft breaths puffing against the nakedness of my chest. Erratic heartbeats coming together to form one beat. A bond. A closeness that I can’t help but get enough of.
The damn alarm on my phone blares, letting me know that I now have thirty minutes to shower and get ready to go to work at the bar. It’s the last thing I want to do. Leaving her alone with her thoughts. I know it probably isn’t the best idea, but I don’t have a choice. I’ve never been one to call off work. Haven’t called off a day since I started and don’t intend to start. “Ugh. I don’t want to go to work now.”
“Then don’t go. Play hooky with me today. Stay. Stay with me.” Those words tear through me. I figure she’d want me to go so she could