WILLIAM

 

The door doesn’t shut close behind us properly and my arms are already on her tiny body.

Earlier this morning, we put my mom on a plane and we left for Zadar. Bel didn’t have any classes, but her internship starts soon, and she has to work on her thesis so it’s best for her to be there.

I wrap my hands around her, the soft curve of her ass filling my hands as I lift her upward. Her body rubs against mine, and I can feel my cock growing harder, pressing against my jeans.

My mouth crushes to hers in one deep, long, needy kiss. Our loud moans filling the silence of Anabel’s small studio apartment.

It’s been long.

Too fucking long.

Between her barely getting time to stay overnight during her last visit, me staying behind while she returned home and now being at her house with both our families we didn’t get much alone time.

I told Bel we should get our own place when we’re up north visiting her family, but as usual she didn’t want me spending money on “useless” stuff. Useless stuff being almost everything that has to do with spending money on her.  Clothes and other girly shit, getting our own apartment or buying her a car—yeah, you hear it right, my girl doesn’t even own a car, something almost every sixteen-year-old has in the US—she doesn’t want any of that. The only thing she doesn’t complain about is me buying her plane ticket to come and visit or buying her books.

There was this one time when we walked down the street and she saw this bookshop. She turned those big puppy eyes at me so of course we entered. We spent two hours in that bookshop! Two freaking hours! I’m not even kidding, and she bought only two books. I urged her to get more but she declined, like she refused to let me pay for her books.

That stubborn, stubborn girl.

So, I did what any other guy would do, I talked to the woman working the register and told her to pack every book Bel took in her hands and anything else she might like and send it to my address. When the books showed at our door the next day she was too busy gushing over them to be mad at me. There was this sparkle in her eyes like a child on Christmas morning. And that day, I fell for her a little harder.

After that I maybe stole her Kindle and gave it to my assistant to get me all the books she had in there in paperback. Meanwhile, I kept her entertained so she wouldn’t notice it was missing. If you know what I mean.

Anabel tugs at my lower lip, returning me from falling down memory lane. She sucks my lip into her mouth and a long groan gets stuck in my throat.

Her hands start pulling at my shirt, so I jerk it over my head, my whole body shivering once she puts her delicate fingers on my naked shoulders.

Her fingers are ice cold, like always, and I can’t hide the hiss at the difference in our skin temperatures.

“I need you,” she manages to murmur before I shut her up with another kiss.

I try to keep it mostly platonic in public because Anabel gets all flustered. And although I like to unnerve her, I don’t want her to feel uncomfortable.

All of that results into kissing her until our lips are red and raw when we’re alone. I don’t think I’ll ever have enough of this girl. I need her like air to breath. She’s the key part to my survival.

A part of my soul.

A part of my heart.

I pull the sweatshirt over her head as she unhooks her bra. Her boobs spring free, nipples already hard. My head lowers instantly, and I pull one hard peak into my mouth. Her hands grab the strands of my hair and pull me closer as her back arches forward, pushing more of her flesh in my face.

Murmuring with content, I play with the nipple in my mouth. Switching between hard and fast sucks. Twitching and twisting my tongue around the little point until it becomes so hard she’s squirming in my arms.

Not wanting her other tit to feel neglected I start squeezing it softly in the palm of my hand, my fingers twitch the sensitive nipple to its full peak.  

Her legs squeeze against my middle tightly and I can feel her rub her lower half against mine causing my dick to grow harder. She’s dry humping me so hard I can feel her hot, damp pussy even through all the layers that separate us. The blood is throbbing in my head in tune with her pussy rubbing against my stone-hard cock. The only things I can hear are the rush of blood and my hectic breathing mixed with her soft moans.

I seriously can’t remember the last time I was this hard. Probably when we just met, and she was all hot and cold, but I didn’t want any other girl, so my hand had to do.

“I don’t think I’ll be able to hold on for much longer,” I warn her.

Anabel lifts her head. That sweet, innocent smile of hers curling her lips while her eyes shine with hunger and need. “I don’t want to wait much longer.” Her words are a whisper. “I need you now, William. Like I-need-you-inside-me-this-instant now.”

Not one to let down a lady in need, I start pulling down her pants and panties in a hurry, and she does the same to me.

Once we’re both free of the restrictions, our mouths crash together in a manic kiss. Teeth and tongue. Hurried, openmouthed kisses. Hungry and dirty. No playing around. Just pure, strong need.

My hands slide down the curve of her ass to the back of her silky thighs.

I open her wider for me, but there is no need. She’s so soaked and hot my dick slides easily inside her to the hilt. We both groan in unison at the feel of her pussy wrapped tightly around my dick.

Home.

I’m finally home.

“So good,” I pant once I’m fully inside.

I almost forgot how it feels to be together like this. United in the most primal, basic way possible with the person you love. Two people, but one mind, heart, and soul. There is nothing that can compare to that feeling. Nothing remotely similar. It bares you in the most intimate way possible. It makes you vulnerable, but at the same time strong.

“Don’t stop.” Her hands grip my shoulders, nails digging into my skin to the point they’re drawing blood. “Don’t you dare stop.”

I walk us to the wall so I have necessary leverage. Pulling slowly out so only the tip of my dick is left inside, I slam back inside. Over and over again. My thrusts become harder and faster.

Anabel kisses me all over my face and upper body. Her lips marking every inch of my skin.

“I love you, William,” Anabel half sighs, half moans.

I love the way she says my name. A little gasp that parts those raw pink lips. She marks me with her words, her touch, her kiss. There is no woman like her.

No woman like Anabel Majer.

No other woman for me.

“I love you more, Tink.”

Then I really go at it. Pushing inside her so hard and fast you can hear our bodies hitting the wall and squeaking of sweaty skin against sweaty skin.

I thrust inside her until my name falls off her lips in a moan, and I can feel her pussy clench around my dick hard, pulling me over the edge along with her. Milking me so hard there’s nothing left inside me. She took it all.

My body.

My mind.

My heart.

My soul.

It’s all hers, and I wouldn’t have it any other way.