if only

chapter 3

It was all a blur after that.

Billie stripped the rest of my clothes from me, and I pushed her back on the bed, climbing on top of her to kiss her nonstop. I nudged her up higher, so her head rested on the pillows, and I could nestle my body between her legs.

It was a very good place to be.

I pulled her underwear from her hips, sliding them down and off her legs, and marveled at her naked body. She had plenty of tattoos herself, and I kissed each one, making her giggle and whimper simultaneously. Then she moaned softly as i kissed the one between her breasts, her tiny name vivid on pale skin.

Her legs were on either side of me, and I pulled them up on my hips. She clutched me with them, pinning me to her body, making me groan. She held me so tight between her thighs that I couldn't get at what I really wanted, and I chuckled softly against her tits.

"What?" she gasped, and I pulled her nipple deeper into my mouth. My hand was stopped between her stomach and mine, trying to creep lower. I tried lifting my body so it could fit, but her legs held me fast. I laughed again, biting down on her delicate skin.

She groaned. "Touch me..."

Her plea made my stomach jolt, hard. I groaned. "Baby, I'm trying to."

She whimpered, wriggling under me. I pushed my hand further, and this time she got it, loosening her legs slightly so I could lift up. I slid my hand between her legs, and found her pussy, soaked.

I whined into her skin. "Billie... are you always this wet?"

She only whimpered as my fingers slipped up and down her slit, collecting the delicious wetness until my hand was just as drenched as she was. My fingers slid easily inside her, so easily I could fit two right away. She cried out, squeezing me tighter again with her legs, so I could barely move.

It could work for me though. I didn't need anything fancy, no elaborate moves to make the sex good. I simply positioned my hips over my hand, settled myself against her body, and began rocking. My hand was my dick, and I could fuck her like this as well as any man... or better.

She was yelling, immediately.

"Ohhhh myyy godddd..."

I nestled my face against her neck as I thrusted slowly in and out of her, pushing my hand as deep as it would go. My palm pressed against her clit, and I ground it up into her with each thrust.

"What the fuck," she whispered in my ear. "You feel so good..."

"Mmmm," I hummed in her ear. "Thinking that about you, baby..."

Then she threw back her head and moaned, and my own hips ground against the back of my own hand deep inside her, searching for friction. Pleasuring her was turning me on more than anything else had all night.

"I wanna touch you," she whimpered, right on cue. She was gripping my back with vice fingers.

"Later," I murmured, thrusting harder and feeling her pulse around my hand while she moaned. "After I'm done."

I remembered what she said about fucking her hard and rough, so I picked up my pace even more, slamming hard against her each time. Putting her words to the test, seeing how she really liked it. I knew that soon I'd get tired, but she was close, and I could feel it; her legs were shaking and her moans were high pitched and breathy.

"Shawn... oh my god, Shawn..."

I bit her neck, and started throwing my body into her. Her moans reached a peak, and I felt her entire body arch against me as she came. I kept going the whole time, reaching deep inside her, pressing my palm as hard as I could into her clit.