Yara |18+|

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VICO

Is this a good idea?

It felt like it.

Our emotions were on high—mine especially, and there was a chance we were acting out on impulse. I couldn't find it in me to care.

Impulse was good—in certain cases and this felt like one of them. Right then, it compared to the best thing in the world. I lifted my hand, using it to guide her head to mine for a kiss she wasn't hesitant to return.

Yara kissed me back with the same fervour, possibly even more and it had my dick agonisingly hard. Terribly fucking hard. I was nudged up against her, the feeling of her weight on me nearly driving me up the wall.

I wanted to hold her, feel her under my grip and be the one on top of her while she looked up at me. I wanted to feel her surround me. Above all, I needed her to have a good time.

"You look good under me," she whispered, softly biting my lower lip while my brows furrowed in utter disbelief.

I never imagined being that responsive to anyone—that needy for anyone. She pulled a moan out of me, both from the sensation of her teeth on my skin and her words. Yes, tell me what you want.

"You do?" I murmured, sliding my hand over her back until I cupped her ass. My eyes fluttered, enjoying how smooth and warm her skin was. "Then keep me here."

Yara smiled against me, her hand venturing lower and gliding over my stomach. She stopped at the waistband of my boxers, doing absolute nothing in aiding the torture I was already enduring.

My breathing shuddered, getting lost in the feeling of her hand slipping underneath the band.

"You're killing me, my love," I grunted, digging my nose into her hair—her beautiful hair. New shampoo? She smelled of coconut and vanilla and I fell in love with it.

My lips parted, feeling her fingers close around me. My response was immediate. I gasped, quickly realising that I could cum just like that. Her hand was slightly cold and soft and it was the combination I didn't know I needed.

My head fell back and she kissed me on the ear, stroking her hand at a snail's pace. It was enough for me. More than enough.

"Fuck, Yara," I grunted, my own voice unrecognisable.

"Already?" she asked, her grin cheeky and undoubtedly proud when I glared at her. Did she blame me? I had a weeks' worth of internal build-up and a flick of her wrist was all I needed.

"Don't worry," she murmured, running her nose along the side of my neck. "I love it. I love that you're..." Yara trailed off, seemingly searching for a word to explain how I was neck-deep in love and lust and everything in between.

"Yours?" I breathed.

Yara pulled back and I watched her head tilt to the side, her eyes fixated on my own. "Exactly."

Everything about it was perfect. Yara gave me a squeeze, leaning down to plant her lips on mine and I let my tongue graze her lower lip. While I kissed her, I started fucking her fist. My boxers were long discarded, flying across the room and landing on something I didn't bother to look at.

All I could focus on was her and just her.

I moved my hips, grinding into her palm as if I couldn't control myself. I probably couldn't.

"Yara," I moaned her name as my life depended on it.

Her answer was nothing but a tightened fist and her own moan falling from her lips. She likes the effect she has on me.

I did, too.

I ran my hands over her ass and my fingers sunk into her flesh, feeling how full and velvety soft she was. Was it too forward to tell her how badly I wanted to bury my face in her cheeks and tongue-fuck her from behind? My mouth watered, craving the taste of her and her legs around me.

No, I needed that. But Yara had me invisibly tied down, her words the only restriction I needed. Don't move.

Plus, she liked me underneath her and I wanted to give her what she wanted. Not what I wanted.

"Like that?" she asked quietly, her lips grazing over my jaw as she spoke.

"Yes," I stammered, my dick pulsing like a heartbeat underneath her touch. I throbbed relentlessly, feeling my orgasm hitting me like a freight train. It was quick. It was unexpected. A wave of pure pleasure soared through me and within a blink of an eye, I came. I came hard.

My body tensed and I grit my teeth, silencing my whimpers as my inconceivably early orgasm rocked through me.

What the fuck was wrong with me?

With Yara, she made it impossible to hold back. I buried my face in her neck, kissing her skin and imagining spending the rest of the night with her.

Fuck. As soon as my breathing evened out and I dropped down from the high she had given me, I realised what a mess I had made. Yara didn't stop. She stroked her hand until I had nothing left, pulling every single drop me from me until the both of us were covered in the evidence of the quickest fucking climax I had ever reached.

Was I that deprived? Not of sex, but of her?

I glanced over at her, finding her eyes on me. Although it was partially embarrassing, it was hard to feel ashamed when Yara stared at me as if she had achieved a little goal of her own.

However, I was far from done.

Finishing too soon? That was okay. Stopping because of it? Unimaginable.

I reached for her and Yara was unbelievably fast, pinning my wrists to the bed before I could comprehend what she had done. Shit. I forgot.

"Sorry," I breathed, trying not to show the urge to fuck her until she had enough.

"Be still, Vico. I won't say it again," she warned and I nodded.

"I won't move."

She grinned, pleased with my response. I ran my tongue over my teeth, reminding myself that I was going to have my turn.

Despite her being charge, Yara enjoyed when she wasn't. In that moment, she showed me that she cared for me in the way that I cared for her—demonstrating her need for me in the way she wished to. When she was done, all I needed was for her to give me the look she always did when she wanted to be fucked as if I thought nothing of her.

With her hands flat against my chest and her knees on either side of me, Yara lifted her hips and never took her eyes off me while doing so.

Beautiful. I need to jog your memory of our first night together

"Yara—" I wanted to stop her.

I was still covered in my mess. Her hand clamped over my mouth, effectively shutting me up and then that look—the one that said don't you dare say another word. It was deadly. Her glare could level a city. I stilled, my pulse quickening as I grew unfathomably more attracted to her.

"I don't care."

With that, Yara lowered her hips and sunk down onto me, showing me that she truly did not care.

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