I opened it and peered out. “I told her.”
His eyes widened. “Did you talk to her?”
I shook my head, moving past him into the bedroom. “I left her a message.
But I told her I was going to stay here.”
“Tonight,” he said, coming to sit next to me on the bed. “You mean, tonight…”
“No.” I shook my head, putting the phone back in its cradle. “I told her I was moving in with you.”
He let out a breath, collapsing back onto the bed. “Well… I expect the phone is going to ring in the morning.”
“Are you going to talk to her?” I snuggled up next to him. He was just in his boxers, and I rested my cheek against his bare chest.
“I will.” He nodded, staring up at the ceiling.
“She’s going to be mad.” I traced circles over his belly with my fingernail.
He squeezed me with one arm, leaning in to kiss the top of my head. “It’ll be okay.”
“You promise?” I felt the weight of it now as we lay together in his bed.
Tilting my chin up, he kissed me. “I promise.”
The kiss moved from a soft, reassuring thing to something deeper in just moments, our tongues meshing, my body pressing itself against him like I had no control over it at all. My hands, too, found their way down to his boxers, rubbing his stiffening length through them from base to tip, pressing the head against his belly.
He groaned against my mouth when I slipped my hand under the material.
“My god, Leah… I don’t know what it is about you…”
I smiled, tugging at his shorts. “Is that a compliment?”
“Definitely,” he murmured as I slipped down between his legs, pulling his boxers off and settling myself in front of his cock. It was straight up already, and I admired the gentle curve of it as I rested my head against his thigh.
“Do you remember that first night?” My fingertips brushed over his balls, working my way up the base.
“Yes.” He shifted his weight a little as I leaned in to wrap my hand fully around him. “God, yes… just seeing you standing next to my bed, spreading that pretty little pussy for me…”
“I wanted you so much.” I kissed the head of his cock, licking around that soft, sensitive ridge and feeling him swell.
“I wanted you, too.” His hand moved to my hair, pressing me down his shaft, burying the tip of him near the back of my throat. I groaned, sucking greedily, making him moan. “Oh yeah, Leah… fuck… I couldn’t stop thinking about you… I still can’t… it wasn’t the first time…”
“What do you mean?” I murmured, pausing to lick around the head again, lapping at him like he was a melting ice cream cone and I was trying to catch all the sweet, delicious dribbles down the side.
“Oh baby,” he moaned as I sucked him into my mouth again, just the tip, moving my tongue back and forth. “I used to… god, the way you ran around here in practically nothing-and that damned uniform! Your little panties flashing all the time… I couldn’t help it. I wanted you so much.”
“Did you imagine me when you did this?” I stroked him upward, the skin caressing the head of his cock before I pulled it down tight.
“Yes,” he admitted, moving his hips as I tugged on his cock. “I used to imagine constantly. In fact, there’s a video I’ve got with a girl that looks so much like you… I can’t count how many times I watched that one and dreamed of fucking you…”
“It’s not a dream anymore.” I knelt up between his thighs and pulling my t-shirt off over my head. “I’m all yours.”
He groaned, shaking his head in disbelief as I straddled him, reaching for his hard length. I rubbed it up and down between my lips before settling him right at the entrance of my pussy and wiggling on the tip of his cock. His eyes were between my legs, watching me as I slowly started to sink down onto his thick shaft.
“Mmmmm yeah,” he murmured. “That’s a girl.”
“I love it going into me,” I breathed, sitting up on his cock and rocking around on it, moving my hips in easy circles. “Oh, god… rub my pussy… please…”
His fingers found my clit, moving it around in the same circles that my hips were making on his cock, sending jolts like livewires through my body. I closed my eyes, cupping my breasts and feeling the weight of them filling my hands. I started to squeeze my nipples as I rode him, a slow, rhythmic tug.
“God you’re so beautiful.” His fingers moved faster over my clit, making me rock a little more. I couldn’t open my eyes and look at him, too lost in my own world, just using his cock for my pleasure. The thick shaft spread me open wide, and I rolled around and around, grinding my hips as I pulled on my nipples.
“Oh Rob,” I moaned as his fingers slipped back and forth now in my wetness, rubbing my clit faster and faster. “Oh that’s so good!”
“Yes,” he urged me on. “Your little pussy is so good, baby. Come all over my cock!”
I gasped, biting my lip and feeling that gentle swell in my belly, pushing me up like the surge of a wave, the pleasure almost more than I thought I could possibly bear. I loved knowing it was coming, feeling that moment just before my climax sent me rocketing skyward, lost in the blissful heat of it.
“Now,” I whispered, moaning and rocking, my muscles contracting all around the length of his shaft. He groaned, too, when the tight walls of my pussy squeezed his cock again and again. I leaned forward onto him, collapsing over his chest as I came, panting against his neck.
“I’m going to fuck you so hard,” he whispered into my ear, his hands moving over the rounded curve of my ass and down the soft skin of my thighs.
His cock was still inside of me, rigid and throbbing.
My eyelids fluttered open and I leaned up a little so I could kiss him, and he gave me all of his lust in that moment. He sucked hard on my tongue, grabbing my hips and shoving me down against him, grinding me there, his cock buried somewhere deep in my belly. I moaned when he rolled me, rolling with me, pressing me with his full weight down onto the bed.
I couldn’t have stopped him if I wanted to, and I didn’t want to. My pussy was still pulsing and swollen from my orgasm and his cock slid into me like I was butter, the soft, creamy sound of my wet flesh taking him in filling the room as he fucked me. I wrapped my arms around him, wanting all of him on me, in me, filling me, and he let himself collapse and just grind against me, working toward his own release.
“Yes,” I whispered into his ear, taking the weight of him, taking the thick, stiff heat of his cock again and again as he lost himself, rutting in his own pleasure. “Oh yes, Rob, come on, fuck me, work that little pussy…”
He groaned at my words, shoving in deeper still, making me gasp. I loved urging him on, making my voice low and saying all the naughty words that made his cock swell inside of me. The heat of the friction between my legs was growing, and I could feel my own surge of pleasure rising with every thrust.
“Feel that?” I murmured, squeezing my pussy around his cock and hearing his breath panting faster in my ear. “That tight, wet cunt ready to milk to your cock?”
He groaned, pushing himself up on his arms and shoving into me, his knees pushing my legs back as he worked his cock deeper. I reached down to feel where he was going into me, all the slippery wet flesh against my fingers, and then slid my hand down to cup his balls as they slapped against my ass.
They were drawn up tight, and I squeezed them gently in my hand.
“Ohhh god, baby,” I whispered, looking up at him. “All that hot cum in there for me…”
He grunted, and a twisted look came over his face that told me that he was on the edge of an ecstatic agony. I spread my legs a little wider, thrusting back up to meet him as he fucked me, my hand massaging his balls.