~Ayla's POV~
I must have fallen asleep at some point when I was watching a movie on my laptop, because I was suddenly being woken up in my bed. A groan left me as I rolled onto my side, the action making my laptop fall onto the side, which made my eyes snap open in surprise.
Soren moved my laptop to the floor after shutting it, his large frame looming over me as he stood beside my bed. I blinked at him in surprise, my lips parting as I sat up onto my elbows. "Soren?" I mumbled, biting my lip. "What are you doing in here?" I asked, pushing my hair out of my face. His blue eyes trailed over my face, humming lowly as he made his way into my bed and beneath the blankets as if he had been invited. "I'm 'bout to go to sleep. Something wrong with that?" He muttered, scooting closer to me.
A huff left me as I felt his hips nudge against my butt, trying to push me out of the way to make a little more room for himself. I looked at him over my shoulder and narrowed my eyes up at him, not buying his words for even a second. "Well, if you didn't have an erection right now, maybe I'd believe that." I shot back, able to feel it against my butt. He chuckled and slithered his arm around my waist, holding me against him. "Damn," He mused, sounding playful. "You caught me so quickly, huh?"
"You say it like I wouldn't notice you pressing your erection against me, Soren." I responded, trying not to giggle in amusement. He gripped my hair gently with his other hand, tangling his fingers into the dark strands as he forced my head back. I grunted softly, feeling his other hand wander down to my bare thigh, wandering underneath the bottom of the oversized shirt I was wearing. "Soren..." I felt my face burn as his hand made its way between my thighs, his soft lips nibbling at my earlobe. "It's been at least a week since our first time, Ayla. I expected you'd come to me. I've tried to wait you out but fuck, I should've known better than to underestimate how long you could possibly go without sex." He breathed, causing me to giggle and then moan in surprise when he cupped my panty clad core. "Y-You'd be waiting a while if you did that. I went like six years straight with not even so much as a kiss before we met." I reminded, my voice coming out a little bit breathless.
He growled and suddenly flipped me onto my back to hover himself above me, blue eyes shining with sexual frustration. "Then let's make up for all those years you've been missing out on." He suggested, slipping my shirt up over my thighs until it bunched around my waist.
I moaned as he pressed his fingers gently against my core, rubbing me through my underwear. His other hand rested beside my head so he could hold himself up above me, my breath shaking as he teased me. I shifted my legs so they were open a little more, looping my right arm around his neck as I trailed my left hand from his shoulder to his bicep. "Tell me what you want from me, Ayla." He murmured, two long fingers slipping beneath the edge of my panties before he snapped it against me again, making me whimper.
Feeling impatient, I dug my nails into his bicep and locked my legs around his hips, pulling his lower half against mine. "You came to me, Soren. Why don't you show me what you want?" I retorted, my words making his lips nudge into a smirk. "We both know exactly what I want." He murmured, placing his other hand beside my head as he pressed his very prominent erection against me. "Or was I not being obvious enough with you?" He added, cocking up a brow as I narrowed my eyes up at him.
"If you want it so bad, then do something. You talk too much." I muttered, earning a chuckle from him. He pushed himself up and dug a hand into the pocket of his jeans, pulling out his wallet, which he retrieved a condom from. I watched him as he unbuckled his belt, squeezing my thighs together as I peered up at him, finding the sight much hotter than I probably should. "Take off your clothes, Ayla. I don't wanna wait." He said, throwing his belt to the floor. I bit my lip and quickly slid off my underwear, dropping them off the side of the bed before I sat up, letting the t-shirt fall back to my thighs.
Soren pulled his shirt off in a hurry, beginning to yank at the zipper on his jeans when it seemed to get stuck. I giggled in amusement, lifting my shirt off as he cursed under his breath. The second my eyes landed on his face again, I saw him eyeing my body, looking like he wanted to eat me up. A small part of me felt a bit shy but I pushed through my self-consciousness, trying to remind myself there was nothing to be embarrassed about.
The way he looked at me made the floods release my thighs. It was so unfair how attracted to him I was.
Annoyed with how long he was taking, I swatted his hands away and roughly yanked his zipper down, pulling his jeans down at the same time. He smirked in amusement and let me push him onto his back on my bed, tossing the jeans off when I managed to pull them all the way down. I tugged off his boxers and he slid on the condom, which looked a little tight on him. Did it hurt, I wondered?
I gasped as he suddenly grabbed me and yanked me onto him, my thighs spreading to straddle his frame. His large hands wandered to my hips and I cried out when he thrusted up into me in one fluid, unexpected movement, placing my hands on his wrists. My legs shook and I felt my face burn as I looked down at him, biting my lip at the sensation of how deep he seemed to be. "Fuck," Soren muttered, his chest heaving as he gazed back up at me. "Ayla, you're killing me with the way you're squeezing your pussy around me. Please fucking move." He said gruffly, fingertips digging deep into my hips.
But truthfully, I didn't have the slightest clue what to do, or how to move.
Though with a little hesitance, I leaned over him and braced my hands on his chest, eyeing him to see his reaction as I circled my hips against him. He clenched his jaw and seemed completely distracted, his blue eyes focused on my thighs and hips. I bit my lip a little harder, subconsciously grinding my hips against him with the assumption that he liked that.
Within a few movements, his face was flushed and his chest was heaving even harder beneath my hands, jaw clenched tightly. I trailed my hands down his chest, tracing my fingertips over the hard ridges of his abs and wondering how I was able to wrangle myself into being able to have sex with a man as handsome as him. "For fuck's sake," I heard him groan softly, the sound low and husky. "Fuck me harder, baby. Feels so good." He panted, peering up at me through hazy eyes.
My walls immediately tightened and I flushed, digging my nails into his chest a little. I leaned over him more, feeling his length slowly glide out until only the tip remained inside, and gently kissed his collarbone. His hands rounded from my hips to my butt, squeezing large handfuls as I kept grinding my hips against him, harder this time. He seemed to like it because he groaned again, his biceps flexing when he gripped my flesh harder.
He let me keep the control for only a few more minutes before he grabbed my hips again and then lifted me, lowering his hips before he slammed up into me again. I cried out and immediately grabbed his wrists, clutching them as I trembled at the feeling.
Soren moaned from beneath me, his hips repeatedly smacking against my butt as he watched me closely. A whimper left me and I arched my back, not caring very much about the way my breasts bounced from his thrusts. I felt him grip my hips tighter and he suddenly slammed me down onto him before he rolled us over in one swift movement, burying himself deep between my legs as I moaned in surprise.
"Oh, fuck," I gasped as he grinded his cock into me, making my walls clench around his girth. He released my hips and instead gripped my shoulders, practically crushing my body into the mattress when he leaned over me. Our faces were close, heavy breaths mingling as he delivered slow, rough thrusts into me that had me digging my head into the pillows and whimpering. "Such a tight fucking pussy, Ayla. You missed this, hm?" He growled, eyes smolderingly lustful as he stared at me.
"Y-Yes!" I moaned nonsensically, my head spinning. Everything seemed hazy and heavenly, and each thrust only made it better.
"Your moans are so sexy, Ayla." Soren breathed, his lips brushing against mine. He nipped my bottom lip and I whined softly, looping my hands around to feel his shoulder blades beneath my hands. "Please don't stop." I begged, my legs hiking up over his hips. In response, he gave me another hard thrust, letting his skin slap against mine.
The bed began to creak and shake when he increased his speed until he was roughly pounding into me, neither of us seeming to care about the way the headboard hit the wall. I cried out, digging my nails into his shoulders as I clenched around him involuntarily. He groaned and suddenly slammed his lips onto mine, the both of us moaning into one another's mouths as he sank back into my core. I was sure I would never get over his size, or how deep he reached inside of me.
I shuddered as he moaned into my mouth again, breaking away from the kiss to attach his lips to my neck, which he began to suck and nibble at. "Fuck," He groaned into my neck, releasing my shoulders and placing his hands beside my head instead. "I want you to cream all over me again, Ayla. It's so fucking hot. I've been thinking about having you wrapped around my cock again for the last week, even when I fucking sleep." He murmured, nipping at my earlobe. My face burned and I writhed beneath his broad frame, making my nipples rub against his chest. I hadn't expected that he had truly enjoyed our first time together the way that I had, or at least not so much that he had been fantasizing about it afterwards.
"Soren..." I whimpered, dragging my nails down his back. He growled and thrusted into me sharply, not slowing his pace even a little. My chest heaved against his and I peered up at him when he lifted his face out of my neck, meeting my gaze.
His face was flushed and his usual bright blue eyes were stormy, black hair a giant mess on top of his head in the most sexy way. I couldn't help but to thread my fingers into the soft strands, earning a blissful sigh as he slammed the tip of his cock deep into me again. I moaned, gripping his hair and tugging it gently. I'd almost forgotten how much he liked it when I played with his hair, and it seemed like that remained true even when in the bedroom.
A deep groan left his throat and he lulled his head back a little, brows drawing together. At the same time, he thrusted into a spot that made me tug the strands again and clench around his shaft, causing his cock to throb in my walls. "Just like that," He nearly purred, grinding himself into me repeatedly. I could feel him continuously hitting that spot, making my thighs begin to tremble and I whimpered, tightening my legs around his hips. "Soren!" I whined softly.
Noticing the way that my body was reacting, he focused his gaze on me and his lips twitched. "Oh? There, hm?" He murmured, purposely teasing where I needed him most. I nodded eagerly, staring up at him with hopeful, needy eyes. "Please, Soren." I whispered, but that just made his eyes sparkle with mischief.
"Beg for me more, Ayla." He said lowly, making me moan in complaint and throw my head back. "Soren! Please!" I complained, curling my toes. He grinned deviously and teasingly stroked his way inside of me until he hit that spot only slightly, knowing it would make me yearn more. "Keep going. I wanna hear you beg for my cock, feel you clenching your pussy around me because you're so desperately close that you need it." He insisted, his eyes hooded and expectant. His words made my core immediately clench, because I couldn't help the way it turned me on when he said things like that.
"Please fuck me, Soren." I succumbed, trailing one hand out of of his soft hair to grip his bicep. I wasn't sure if he flexed his biceps on purpose then, but it wouldn't have surprised me. "More." He demanded, purposely grinding himself inside me so his cock nudged that spot again. I mewled softly and clutched his bicep, arching my back. "Y-You're teasing me. I hate you." I panted, and he chuckled softly, effortlessly holding himself over me with one hand as the other wandered down between my thighs.
I squealed when he began to rub my clit, my body trembling as I bit my lip. He rubbed it in little circles while slowly thrusting into me, teasing my g-spot repeatedly. My breath began to shake and my thighs trembled as I moaned, able to feel my release growing so close that I knew it would be here fast. And, somehow, he knew, too, because right when I was about to topple into the sweet throes of my release, he pulled his hand away and I gasped. My eyes snapped open and I cried as I saw that triumphant look on his face, driving me crazy. "Please don't tease me." I begged, my voice shaking.
A soft chuckle left him that only made me writhe a little more. He thrusted in, a little deeper than he had been going, and I moaned softly in frustration. "Shush, Ayla." He muttered, pushing in up to the hilt. "God, you got even wetter." He breathed, sounding as if he couldn't believe the words leaving his own lips.
Yet when he pulled out and then thrusted in again, harder thankfully, I realized that he was right. I could hear my own arousal, and I could feel it leaking onto my thighs.
Soren seemed to finally hit his breaking point as well because he stopped teasing me, thrusting roughly into me. A relieved, satisfied moan left me and I dug my nails into his biceps, already able to feel my orgasm closing in on me. He only gave me two more thrusts and I was a goner, shaking like a leaf as I came undone around him. My orgasm seemed to set off his because he followed quickly after me, and I couldn't take my eyes off his face as he did.
His cheeks were flushed and his dark hair was messier than before from my fingers running through it, tugging it, and his full lips were parted as a husky moan left them. "Fuck," He swore gruffly, thrusting into me a few more times as he eased himself through his orgasm. I felt the warmth of his release enter the condom, his bicep flexing subconsciously under my hand.
After he finished he pulled out, panting and looking somewhat in a daze as he carefully slid off the condom. I noticed his hands were shaking a little as he tied it shut and then tossed it into the mini trash can a little bit away from my bed, which he thankfully made it into.
His body flopped down beside me and he groaned softly, rolling onto his stomach as he pressed his cheek into the pillow. "Don't worry," He chuckled deeply, seeming to notice I was looking at him. "I'm not sleeping here. I'm just laying until I don't feel like a complete dead weight." He assured me, peeling one eye open to look at me. I wouldn't have really minded if he stayed in my bed to sleep, but I didn't tell him that. We might've lived together, but something told me the line between just sex and something more was a little blurrier in our circumstance. Sleeping in each other's rooms after sex was probably one of the lines that couldn't be crossed, or at least to him. It didn't matter either way, in my eyes.
But if I really felt that way, then I wasn't sure why I felt so weird when he left my room a few minutes later.