Rules of Friendship | 18+

𝘛𝘩𝘪𝘳𝘵𝘦𝘦𝘯 ♡

𝘚𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘯𝘪𝘵𝘺

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I was sweating, my thighs were shaking and Steve never stopped grinding his hips into mine.

I lost count of how many times he's made me come since we've gotten home. It felt like my heart was going to burst out of my chest from the way it was pounding, the rush of blood in my ears making me dizzy. My sheets were damp, my hair was stuck to my face and Steve gazed at me like I was a work of art. One of his hands held his weight above me, while the other traced the shape of my body like he was committing it to memory. And part of me shattered at that because he loved me as much as I loved him, even if we never said the words, I could tell how much he cared, how much he loved me when he would lean down and suck at my throat, kissing my jaw before panting in my ear about how good I was.

We left my fathers an hour after we arrived, Sharon tried to intervene but she backed off when Steve told her he was about to spend the night between my legs and she could watch if she wanted, if she needed more confirmation on how badly he wanted me. She backed off, my father tried to keep a straight face when I told him goodbye, and we left without a look back.

As soon as we got back to my apartment, clothes were being pulled off. First, it was Steve's shirt, the dark purple hickey on full display and I keened when I remembered I was the one who did it to him and he let me. Then came my sundress, the yellow fabric pooled by the hallway, Steve's belt and jeans followed, and right in front of my bedroom door was a pile of undergarments. We were naked before we even hit my mattress. And when Steve said that he was going to reward me, I didn't think he would push me past one orgasm. But I lost count after five, my vision was blurry and tears of pleasure rolled down my face, I knew I wasn't going to be able to walk tomorrow, but it was worth it. He felt so good, he felt like my home.

"I need one more from you," Steve drove his hips into me once more, and the pleasure was now teetering on pain, "One more for me baby girl."

"I can't," I gasped when he drove into my g-spot, my back bowing off the bed, "I can't."

"You can," Steve grunted as he pulled me flush to his chest, sinking back on his ankles, and I screamed when he sunk deeper in me, "One more baby, one more, and I'll be ready to let go."

Did I mention Steve hadn't come once? No? Well, he hasn't, and it's equally fascinating as it is scary. He has such control of his body while pulling mine apart so expertly. If I were in my right mind, not one that was completely drunk on pleasure I'd be insecure. I was so inexperienced when it came to sex, and it was obvious in the way Steve controlled my movements, controlled my pleasure. Yet right now as he bounced me on his cock, I couldn't find it in me to be insecure. And when his thumb pressed on my clit for the final time tonight, I screamed. My entire body felt like it was on fire as I pitched forward, my head hiding in the crevice of Steve's neck as he gently thrust into me, prolonging my last orgasm, I was so thankful because if Steve wrenched one more from me I think I would pass out.

I'm on the brink of it right now, spots forming in my vision.

My thighs were shaking when he laid me back on the bed, his hands so gentle against my body as he positioned himself over me again, pressing his forehead to mine as his hips pistoned in and out of me. All that could be heard in the room were the sounds of labored breathing and sticky skin slapping against each other as he pushed my thighs up. I curled my hands around his biceps, my back arching in hopes of getting away from him, my body was so overstimulated that each thrust was laced with the thinnest string of pain. Yet I couldn't get enough of him.

"Fuck," Steve grunted against my mouth, "Open your eyes, baby, look at me."

I hadn't even realized my eyes had closed, but I managed to pry them open, my heart skipping a beat when Steve's blue eyes were the shade of a midnight sea, but in his pupils all I could see was me, and his gaze was still soft, even through all the lust. "I wish you could see what I saw," my breath hitched when he pumped his hips into me, slowing as his orgasm approached, his mouth lowered on mine, kissing me until I was breathless.