Elle’s blond hair looked so bright, framed on his denim-blue duvet. He wanted to run his hands through it, but he couldn’t seem to move them from her ass. Her legs were slightly raised, and he sank his hips down between them, making sure not to touch her yet.

She shifted under him, but then lay still, staring into his eyes as he dipped his head to her ear.

“This was how I pictured it,” Blake murmured into her ear.

“What?” Elle’s voice was rough and uneven.

“Taking you. Here, on my bed. Staring into your eyes.”

He drew back, and smiled at the surprise in her eye.

“Not against the wall?”

“No. Like this.” Blake lowered himself onto her. His elbows sank down on either side of her arms, trapping her. He took her face in his hands, brushing hair from her face and tracing the outline of her eyebrows with his thumb.

He arched his back, touching the tip of his cock to her slit. Elle’s eyes fluttered, but stayed open; watching him with her lips parted and her breasts heaving against his chest.

Blake thrust into, letting out a low groan. It wasn’t possible, but somehow she felt even tighter than before. Hotter. Wetter.

He had to force his own eyes to stay open, fight against their urge to close so he could lose himself in that sensation.

Because he wanted to watch her come this time. He wanted to see her expression change, how the light in her eyes danced.

Elle bucked into him, but he slid a hand between them, gently pushing down on her stomach to keep her still. Her hands caught onto his shoulder, then slid down to his ass. Gripped him and tried to urge him harder inside her. He resisted, leaving her to writhe at the end of his dick.

Then he thrust into her hard, almost violently. She gasped, eyes fluttering, mouth going wide.

God, how he’d like to feel her mouth over his dick. That gentle vacuum as she sucked him.

He forced another gasp from her. Kissed the corner of her mouth. Fucked her again, so hard that she shifted almost a foot up the bed.

“God,” she groaned, her fingernails digging into his ass. “Yes.”

“Just Blake,” he murmured, giving her a devilish grin when her eyes flared wider. She seemed to be struggling just as much as him with keeping them open. Fixed on him. But it seemed to be turning her on just as much as him.

He slid his hand from her hair, using it to caress her jaw and throat. Carefully, applying almost no pressure, he draped his fingers over her throat as he speared into her. Another gasp, this one coming with an arched back and eyes open no more than a slit.

“Like that, sweetheart?”

“Fuck, yes,” Elle breathed.

Her hands left his ass, going between them, feeling around his cock as if trying to figure out his girth. Then she began massaging his balls, her fingers bringing a delicious wave of thrills crashing through him. He dipped his head, kissed her bottom lip, and thrust into her again. This time, his fingers held onto her throat, pushing her into the bed.

She struggled. But when he began fucking her, slow and hard, in a rhythm that made his own breath catch in his throat, she relaxed and began keening under him.

Elle rubbed his taint and massaged her balls. She eventually gave up the fight to keep her eyes open. Her head dipped back, her back arching as he drove into her again and again, as hard as he could, as slow as he could. It was driving him insane, trying to keep to this torturous rhythm, but he knew it was driving her nuts too.

“Faster, Blake. Please.”

“Not going to happen.”

“Please.” Her voice broke as her back arched again. “Please.” The last was a gasp as he moved the hand pinning her. Used his thumb to apply a light pressure to her clit.

“Are you going to come for me again?”

“I—I don’t know—”

But she was kidding herself. He could see from how her muscles tensed that she was heading for another orgasm.

“Are you going to come with me?”

“I don’t… I don’t—”

He’d read her wrong, obviously. He was still smiling down at her, watching her facial muscles tighten, when her eyes popped open and her mouth formed a perfect O.

Elle came with a strangled scream. Blake lost his rhythm in surprise. She twisted under him, possessed by demonic pleasure. He grabbed her legs, snapped them open, and drove into her. Her scream turned into a gasp. She arched again, twisted a second time, and let out a long, whispering sigh.

Blake was so close he could taste it. But he’d become transfixed on that mouth of her, watching as it opened and closed to let out those beautiful sounds she kept making.

He pulled out of her. Snapped off the condom he’d found in his bathroom cabinet. Grabbed her throat and pulled her into a sit.

Elle bobbed forward, head lolling loosely on her neck. She looked as if she wanted to ask what the hell he was doing, but then her eyes fell to his cock. They widened. She shuddered once, hard, and made as if go down on him.

Blake tightened his grip around her throat. If he’d been able to speak, he would have. But he couldn’t. His lungs had frozen, his chest refusing to move to allow him new air or to release the old. Instead, all he could do was grunt as he slowly slid off the bed.

He had a death grip on his cock, willing it to stay fixed in its state of almost-release. It throbbed angrily in his hand, and he throttled it some more, just in case. Elle followed him like a blue-eyed puppy, mouth still open and shimmering with moisture. He led her to the edge of the bed. Slipped off, and stood beside it as he slowly began jerking himself off.

She watched, eyes flickering from his cock to his face, wide and expectant. But then she reached out — almost hesitantly — and wrapped her fingers around his dick.

Her tiny hand made his cock look even bigger. He groaned, staring down with a tightly-clenched jaw as she began pumping his cock. She shuffled forward, her breasts swaying under her as she brought her mouth to within a tantalizing inch of his beading dick.

Blake groaned, grabbed a fistful of her hair in each hand and forced her lips over his cock. Elle made a noise — perhaps protest — that vibrated over his shaft and almost made him come the instant her warm mouth closed over him.

It was fucking heaven.

He thrust into her, feeling her gag around him. Then he drew out, shivering with the effort it took to hold himself back. Another thrust, another constricting gag from Elle, and he knew he couldn’t last a second longer.

Elle seemed to realize this too. But, instead of keeping him inside her, she tugged him out of her mouth. Her eyes flashed up to his face. She smiled at him, and then slowly opened her mouth and stuck out her tongue.

He left one hand in her hair. The other went around his cock. He stroked his shaft, shuddering as he came. His load spurted over Elle’s lips, then her tongue. A third convulsion spilled come over her bottom lip. Her tongue twisted, gathering up everything he had spurted on her face and she swallowed, eyes fluttering closed for a second.

She darted forward, swallowing the tip of his dick, and began massaging him with her tongue. He groaned, forcing her head forward with his fist until his entire dick lay in her mouth, throbbing once before growing soft. He pulled out of her, shivering when she dragged the tip of her tongue along the underside of his dick.

His legs wanted to give in. He crouched in front of her, herding her deeper onto the bed. Drawing her into an embrace, he held her as tight as he could while their breathing evened out. As the sweat on their bodies cooled. She began to shiver, and he tugged down the duvet and urged her inside.

They lay like that, his legs wrapped around her, her head cradled on his chest, until he felt her go limp.

Sleep took him moments later.