8Reid
Somehow, I found myself sleeping overnight with James again. We planned for it this time, which allowed me to pack and bring bags for myself and Haley. I couldn't help but feel a sort of finality while doing that, almost like I wouldn't be returning home again. Almost like my heart had decided for me that I'd found a new home.
That feeling was confirmed for me when I woke up the next morning in James's bed. Awareness came to me slowly, peacefully. The room was dark and quiet, the silence disturbed only by the deep ticking of an old fashioned clock, and James's steady breathing. His body was wrapped around mine, his cock pushing against the small of my back. He moved slightly in his sleep, hips rocking in a very familiar motion.
Smiling to myself, I rolled over in his arms so his cock could rub on my thigh. I pressed my lips to his, kissing him softly, then deeper. His lips yielded beneath mine, and I slid my tongue into his mouth.
His eyes fluttered open. Surprise flashed in his intense eyes, a burst of lightning in a storm, and he kissed me back like he'd never been kissed before. Our mouths melded together, our bodies tangling under the sheets.
"I was having the best dream," James whispered.
Wrapping my hand around his cock, I said, "I could tell."
After a few strokes on his tumultuous member, he started panting and quivering. His body strained urgently against mine. His kisses came faster, landing with ferocity on my lips. "Even awake," he murmured. "Even awake, I'm dreaming still. You're just that good."
"I can make it even better."
Rolling over, I pushed James onto his back and straddled him in the same motion. In this position, his cock stood straight up against my ass, pushing between my cheeks. He held my hips and arched underneath me. "Fuck, Reid!"
Placing my hands on his chest, I leaned over and kissed his lips one last time. As I kissed him, I grabbed the lube from that shelf of his and popped the cap open. With trembling, anticipatory fingers, I covered his shaft with lube, and then tossed the bottle aside.
"Own me," James growled. He lifted my hips up, positioning my ready opening over the tip of his cock. "Ride me. Fuck me!"
Only too eager to obey whatever he asked of me, I lowered myself onto his cock. He pierced me, like a warrior with a spear, and lifted his hips to drive himself deeper inside me.
Throwing my head back, gasping, I planted my hands on his chest and started to ride him. It was a different sensation from being fucked by him in a standard position, his cock filling me in new ways, stretching me, hitting against different places. Letting his rhythm guide me, I soon found my pace.
Grinding my hips, rocking against him, I slid my hands from his chest and grabbed his, pushing them to the mattress. "Let me do it," I gasped out.
James grinned, looking so absolutely handsome that a network of tingles spread through me, racing through my veins. Within seconds, my orgasm swelled from that deep place inside me and I rode him faster, harder. Cries rose from my throat, and he echoed them, his head thrown back to gaze at the ceiling, though I doubted he was seeing anything real. He was probably as lost in his visions of lust as I was.
Suddenly, without warning, his hips pumped up a final time, nearly throwing me off him from the force. The burning heat of his cum filled me, causing my muscles to tighten around him. The tension caused my pleasure to intensify and then I was coming, shaking on top of him, unable to hear the shouts of ecstasy I knew were bursting from my lungs.
I collapsed on top of him, my cheek resting on the scruffiness of his chest hair. I focused on the sensation, the tickle of the coarse hairs. The rest of the world was beyond my knowing as I trembled from the aftershocks of our sex.
