Desirable Lies

Hard To Breathe

Short chapter but you'll appreciate it

R rated content

~John~

The first time we made love we were a tangle of limbs, desperate and fighting to get closer. This time, I'm holding her in my arms, both of us stretched out on my bed laying side by side, and I vow to take my time.

I sweep her hair back from her eyes and peer down at her. "I shouldn't have taken your virginity like that." I felt badly that our first time was a quick hard fuck against the wall. I'd never felt so out of control with lust before like I did with her.

"Like what?"

"Pressing you against the wall with my cock buried inside you. I should have been more romantic. Gentler with you."

She shakes her head. "I needed it that way," she says, disagreeing with me.

"But why?"

"Because all these weeks spent abstinent, I was starting to think there was something undesirable about me. I needed you to lose all control and take me like that," she admits softly.

"There is nothing undesirable about you," I assure her, bringing my hand to her face and rubbing my thumb along her lips.

"Show me..." she murmurs.

I let my eyes wonder down to my cock that is hard again and lays extended against my belly. "This is what you do to me."

Her cheeks flush and she sinks her teeth into her lower lip.

"Think you can handle this again?" I ask.

Without exchanging a word, Katy moves on top of me, straddling my hips and rubbing herself up and down my shaft.

Her confidence and sexual comfort level continues to surprise me. She knows what she wants and she isn't afraid to take it.

She lifts herself up, positioning me at her opening and slowly begins to lower herself down. This time I enter her more easily, as she envelopes me beautifully.

Unaccustomed to feeling so out of control, I bring my useless hands to her hips and settle them there, but allowing her to control the motion.

Watching her eyes as she takes me, something in my chest squeezes like it might explode. I'd never experienced a sense of trust so complete. It's overwhelming. She'd come back to me, believed in me to do the right thing and then gave herself to me fully.

"What do I do?" she asks, balancing above me.

"Ride it, baby."

She flattens her hands against my abs and wiggles her ass, tossing me a sexy grin. "Like that?"

"Fuck yeah. Like that."

She giggles. "It doesn't hurt as bad this time."

I knew she was lying to me before about not being sore. I hated knowing I'd hurt her, but I fucking marveled in the fact that I'd been the first man to penetrate her.

I frown. "You should have told me it hurt before."

"No way," she shakes her head, still concentrating above me on moving slowly up and down.

"Why no way?" I grunt. It's extremely fucking difficult to concentrate on our conversation with her strangling my cock.

"I wanted it, John. I wanted this and you right from the very beginning."

"Me too," I admit.

We hadn't even discussed protection this time, and the amount of trust that took between us felt incredible. Despite only knowing Katy for a short time, we shared an intense, deep connection. One like I'd never felt before. We were both on the same page with not wanting anything between us. I was vaguely aware that I needed to be careful about coming inside of her, but my mind didn't work all that clearly where she was concerned.

Gazing down at me with burning blue eyes, Katy takes me deeper and lets out a happy little sigh. "I love you, John."

As good as her snug body feels around me, it is nothing compared to the way its feels when she says those words. Love and acceptance and raw emotion rush over me. This isn't just a physical act. It is so much more than sex. Locking my eyes on hers, I rise from the mattress, until we're face to face. "I love you with everything that I am, Katy. You're mine."

"Yes," she murmurs, bringing her lips to mine.

I catch her hips in my hands and lift and lower her on me. "Fuck me beautiful girl."

"Yes sir," she moans.

Katy works her ass up and down on me, effectively silencing any more conversations between us. She feels fucking incredible.

Every time she rocks against me, I can feel her love burning right through me. I'd never understood the sentiment making love, or how it differed from sex, but in this moment, I do. I completely fucking get it. It's a beautiful act. Two bodies sharing one perfect moment, racing together toward release. This is what I've been waiting for. This. Us. Face to face.

Unable to lie quiet and still a moment longer, I lift her from me and place her flat on her back against the bed. I move over the top of her and spread her legs wide.

"This time I want you to come with me." I push forward, sinking inside her with a swift thrust.

She whimpers softly and chews on her lip.
"Wrap your legs around me, baby," I tell her, pushing my cock into her just a little deeper. Katy moans, her legs lifting and wrapping them around my hips.

"More, John. Give me everything," she breathes, placing her lips against my neck.

Sinking deeper between her thighs, I thrust forward, hard, filling her with every inch I have to offer. I feel Katy stiffen and I remind her once again to breath. She does, inhaling deeply and releasing a tortured cry.

I might be the one on top of her, filling her body with my cock, but I'm not stupid enough to believe I am the one in control. This girl fucking owns me. With her sweet nature, her strength, her innocence that she's letting me shatter. She's perfect. And she's finally mine. Nothing is going to change that.

Kneeling on the bed before her, I circle her clit with my thumb while I continue my long lazy thrusts into her. She's trembling all over, and knowing I'm getting close to the edge, I need to make sure she's taken care of before I go off. Our first time together, it was understandable that she didn't come with me, but this time I'm making certain she does. What kind of man would I be if I didn't make sure my girl was taken care of?

Katy's low murmurs grow faster together and I know she's getting closer. "That's it, baby. Let go."

Damp sweat trickles down my spine as fighting off my orgasm becomes a physical ache.

I plunge inside her again and again, my jaw tightening. My heart is throbbing painfully in my chest and I'm about to come undone. I just need to get her there...

We move together, deeply, our eyes locked together. "I love you, Katy."

She clenches around me, her body spasming wildly as she comes. "Fuck," I groan, burying myself in her.

I wrap her in my arms and she clings to me. While we don't exchange a single word, the gesture speaks volumes. I don't even bother to pull out, happy to remain inside her for as long as possible.

I'm a controlled man in all things. In everything I do. From my job, to stubbornly trying to manipulate the terms of my divorce, to buying Katy that night... Yet all of that perfect order and control falls away in an instant. Love is unpredictable and uncontrollable. The force hits me like a thousand pound weight, weaving its way into every fiber of my being. I am deeply, madly in love with this woman. I feel like I've been cut in two, raw and vulnerable and unsure of myself for the first time in my life. It's terrifying, yet I wouldn't trade this feeling for anything in the world.