Over the Hills and Far Away (NOLA's Own #1) (42 page)

I was on fucking
fire.

FY-AH!

“Phil…please!” I cried out.

“Shh…”

I was all for foreplay—I loved it—but I just
needed
to feel him inside me. I was desperate for it. I was empty and aching. I was
hollow
.

Phil tugged my underwear down before pulling them off and tossing them. Then, he buried his face between my legs, his tongue sliding its way between the lips. My hands reached down, tugging his hair knot out, and fisted into the thick dark mass. His mouth felt so good. I bowed off the bed, moaning like a porn star.

“Fuck, you’re
so wet
,” he said, inserting a finger into me.

I moaned and arched. “Oh fuck!”

He slipped in another digit and began swirling them in slow circles inside me, stretching me.

“Please!” I choked. “Phil,
please.
” I sounded close to tears, my voice cracking on a sob.

Hearing the edge in my voice, he reared back and slid off his boxer briefs. He settled between my legs again, and I gasped at the full naked contact of our bodies. It felt so divine, I had to close my eyes and just revel in the sensation.

His hands came up to frame my face. “Look at me,” he said softly.

I opened my eyes to find him looking down at me. His gaze was intense and full of passion and…concern.

“You have to promise me that you’ll tell me if I’m hurting you,” he said.

“You won’t,” I stated in return.

“I’m serious.”

“So am I.”

With his left hand, he positioned himself at my entrance. “Promise me, Kenna.”

“I promise,” I said promptly. At that exact moment, I would’ve said anything just to make him happy, so he would push home.

Slowly, so
fucking slowly
, he started to sink into me, and I could really understand and appreciate his concern. He was fucking
huge
. I’d never felt anything like it, like
him
. I felt an intense sort of pressure and a sweet, amazing burn as he stretched me unlike I’d ever been stretched before.

“Oh God!” I whispered.

Phil froze.

“No!” I cried out and arched up, taking a little more of him.

“Fuck,” his voice spit.

“Don’t stop!” Swallowing hard, I whispered, “You feel
so good
.”

He continued pushing until he was all the way inside, that fat mushroom head of his pressing into some sort of magical point deep within me, something that had never been touched before, something I’d never even knew
existed
. It sent me into a state of purely raw sensation, and my whole body began to pulse with our combined heartbeats.

“Oh fuck,” he groaned, his hand coming up and framing the side of my face once more.

His mouth molded itself down on mine, taking complete and utter possession. His tongue invaded and sweetly tangled with mine—soft, seductive, tasting like paradise.

Never, ever had anything felt so sublime, so amazingly
correct
. It was as though he’d pushed through me, past a physical barrier, and he had somehow touched my very spiritual center where, while connected to him like this, we truly were One Being. My mind was having a hell of a time computing this while my soul danced for joy, zipping around inside me.

He pulled back, easing out, and then he pushed back in. My legs wrapped around his waist, pulling him deeper.

Oh, holy shit!

He was kissing me, holding my head, and touching my face, driving me completely out of my damn mind.

“Please!” I begged, and grinding against him.

Phil got the gist pretty fucking quickly after that, and he began thrusting more firmly.

“Oh God!” I cried out.

As he pumped a little harder, a little faster, I started peaking.

With each thrust, his cock nudged that spot, pushing me higher and higher, before forcing me to come apart at the seams. I imploded in myself, and in a supernova of shimmering stars and blinding white lights, I came. I pulsed and squeezed, mindlessly flung out among a cosmos of physical bliss. My inner muscles clenched and gripped him so tightly.

Above me, he gasped.

Inside me, I felt him getting harder, growing thicker. He was fucking engorged and stretching me to the limits.

“God, Kenna,” he groaned. “Oh fuck!”

Swept up in a wave of passion similar to my own,
I saw
his face contorting into a twist of agony and bliss. He rose up on his hands, his back bowing.

“Oh God, I can’t…” his voice roughly ground out. He began pounding into me with long hard strokes. Veins bulged in his neck as his head dropped back.

That has got to be one of the hottest fucking things I have ever seen.

Phil lost it
—inside me
.

His cock jerked madly, and he let out a roar to bring down the ceiling. His fists bunched into the blankets on either side of my head. Balls deep, he was straining harder to get even deeper as he spurted hot and thick in me.

Breathing harshly, he collapsed on top of me, and I embraced his crushing weight. It took him a few seconds, but he rolled to his side, taking me with him.

Still hard and lodged inside me, he cradled me to him with his left arm behind my back, his right hand coming up to touch my face. His warm eyes searched in mine.

He swallowed thickly. “Are you…” He could hardly speak.

“I’m fine. More than fine. That was…”

“Yeah, it was. There ain’t words for what that was. Are you sure I didn’t hurt you at all?”

“No pain, babe. Why do you keep thinking there would be?”

“I’ve never really done that—had it all inside,” he explained, his eyes darting away from mine.

Really? Odd.

“Well, I’m glad you did with me.”

“I never knew it could be like…
that
,” he said, awe threading through his voice.

“Me neither,” I said and sighed.

“Shame it was so quick. I just couldn’t hold back.”

I laughed. “Yeah, but we have all night.”

“I love your laugh,” he said before kissing me. “It makes me so happy just to be able to listen to it. It’s one of my favorite sounds.”

Jeez, the shit he says to me.
He was
gruffly romantic and so wonderful.

Though it’d started out sweet and gentle, his kisses quickly ignited a burning arousal between us. I felt him thickening and growing harder inside me.

So good
.

He pushed himself deeper, pulling my leg over his hip.

In a smooth move, he rolled us until he was lying on his back. He held me up before slowly lowering me down the length of him. I sank in one luscious long stroke, taking him all the way until he hit that one fucking spot. Moaning, I spread my legs wider, taking him just a little deeper, reveling in the sound of his hot groan.

Rotating my pelvis, I ground against him with delicious slow circles, his pubic bone rubbing wondrously against my clit. His hands clutched my hips, squeezing, and in response, I lifted and sank back down.

“Ah, fuck,” he softly said.

Taking his hands, I placed them over my breasts. He squeezed gently, thumbing my nipples into hard points. The sensations shot down to my groin. I started riding him, wanting my building orgasm to hold off just a little while longer. That secret sensitive place only he had ever touched was positively singing within me, taking me up in a steady crescendo.

One hand reached up to cup my face, his thumb brushing over my parted lips. It slipped past my teeth to stroke a sensuous circle over my tongue, and I sucked it in, my hand reaching up and holding his wrist to keep it there.

My eyes met his heated gaze. That spot inside me threw off sparks, and there was no holding back. I was coming, my hips pumping and straining on their own. His hands grabbed mine, bracing me, supporting me, helping me ride out this mind-blowing orgasm. My head dropped back as I unleashed a guttural cry from deep, deep inside. My eyes closed as I surrendered to this bliss.

As the tide of it ebbed, my gait slowed, and I opened my eyes once more to find him staring at me, his eyes wide and his jaw slack.

He rose, one arm bracing his upper body on the bed. The other reached up and tangled in my hair, pulling my head toward his mouth. Phil hungrily kissed me, devouring me. I sucked on his tongue with the same rhythm as I rode him.

“You’re so fuckin’ beautiful, Kenna,” he whispered against my lips. “I love watchin’ you come. I love feelin’ your cunt grippin’ my dick so tight…”

His words and the friction from his cock sparked it again. It shouldn’t be possible—I should be well satisfied by this point—but it was building
again
.

“Do you like having my dick in you, Baby Girl?” His voice quietly demanded an answer as his lips moved over mine.

“Yes.”

His hand fisted harder in my hair, pulling until my scalp tingled. He thrust up into me as I bore down.

So good, so good, so good
.

I moaned with it.

“Tell me you love it,” he demanded fiercely.

“I love it, Phil,” I gasped.
I love you.

“You love it when I fill you up. No one can fill you like I do.”

I was
so
close. “Oh
fuck
.”

He pulled my head back, his mouth touching my ear. “Say it.”

“I love it when
you
fill me, only you.”

He thrust up again, pressing hard into that spot. It made me whimper.

“You feel so amazin’.” His voice ground out.

I moaned. It was starting to hit me hard.

“Fuck, I can feel it. I fuckin’ love it.
Love it
.”

He pumped harder, short little thrusts that drove me out of my fucking skull.

“Oh God!” I cried out as my orgasm exploded through me.

Fireworks, cannon bursts, atomic fucking bombs shot off mind-numbing orgasmic waves that pulsed from my cunt through my entire body, rocking me to my foundation. It was so intense that it bordered on excruciating.

Just incredible.

I collapsed onto his chest, sinking my teeth into his shoulder. He tightly held me, crushing me to him, as he fell back, helping me ride it out.

“That’s it, Kenna. Take it,” he coaxed silkily. “Take it all.”

Once I recovered, I sat back up and started riding him—
hard
. I wanted him to be as mindless as he had made me.

“Oh
fuck
,” he growled through clenched teeth. His hands grasped my ass, his fingers biting deep into my flesh.

Now, it was
my
turn to watch.

His neck arched as he threw his head back. His eyes squeezed tightly shut, and his jaw clenched.

He’s
the beautiful one
.

Seeing him lose control like this was an utter power trip.

He let out a low moan, deep from inside his chest, which erupted into a primitive, “Baby Girrrrl!”

“Mmm,” I groaned. “You feel
awesome
, Phil,” I told him.

Leaning down, I pressed my lips to his throat. Spreading my thighs wider, I tightened around him, feeling him instantly growing harder. “I love that—how you get so hard right before you’re going to come.”

“More,” he gasped. “Please…”

I rocked back, grinding hard and slow, feeling him butt the mouth of my cervix.

Fuck, he’s deep.

His hands tightened his grip on my hips as he thrust up.

“Yesss,” I hissed. “Just like that.”

Biting his lip, punching his hips, he purposely hit that spot again. It was warring inside him—the need to come and the desire to make me lose it just one more time before he did. He was straining and writhing underneath me, and watching him was so erotic, so hot that the spot began to throb heavily again. I squeezed him in short hot bursts. The wave was taking me, and I felt it sweeping him up, too.

“Fuck!” he bellowed.

He shot up from the bed, grasping my ass in one hand. He shifted onto his knees, forcing my legs to go around his waist. Tightly clasping me to him, he started fiercely pumping into me.

Gasping, grunting, groaning, the wet slapping of our bodies, the heavy heady combination of our scents mingling with our sex—it was all too much. I detonated around him while he roared and poured himself into me once more.

His arms wrapped around me, enclosing me in his embrace, as his heart pounded in rhythm with my own. For some minutes, all that stirred was the harshness of our breaths.

“Oh God,” he whispered in my hair.

He was trembling slightly, the intense shivers passing into me.

I nodded, unable to form words.

If there ever was a heavenly experience,
that
was it. Never, not even in my wildest fantasies, had I ever thought sex could be like
that.
That experience had been all consuming, connecting us even more. It was a good thing we hadn’t slept with each other all those years ago because we never would have parted.

After a few minutes, I stirred, pushing myself back.

“I need to use the bathroom,” I explained when he refused to let me go.

With a reluctant sigh, he released me. He wasn’t completely soft as I pulled off of him, and I was sore, raw, and throbbing as I stood on shaky legs.

“A few joints and an ashtray are in the nightstand. Spark one up,” I told him as I wobbled into the bathroom.

It was a rule—fucking pee after sex, no matter what. UTIs were not to be fucked with. I plopped my ass on the toilet and peed. Then, I quickly cleaned myself up, using a wet washcloth. I had Phil spunk dribbling out of me, and I didn’t think it was going to stop anytime soon.

As clean as was possible, I headed back into the bedroom. I grabbed my underwear off the floor and pulled them on. “I’m going to get something to drink. You want anything?” I asked, yanking on my tank top.

Phil was sitting on the edge of the bed with my silver picture frame in his hands. “Where did you get this?” he asked.

“It was in my mom’s photo collection,” I replied, smiling at him.

“You know that this is
me
,” he stated. He wasn’t returning my smile.

“Yes.”

“How did your mom get this?” he asked angrily.

What the fuck is his problem?