Stone Creek by Davis, Lainey (reading diary .TXT) 📕

two fingers finding my clit and gently pressing in a slow circle. Neal sits up half way, supporting his weight on one forearm while the other hand massages me. The change in angle is all I need until I'm screaming his name, erupting on top of him, barely hearing the slap of our bodies joining.

My heart is still racing and my legs feel week when Neal lifts me off his lap. He stands up with me, and we frog walk across the room to the mirrored closet. Neal kicks a stool in front of the closet door and sets my feet on top of it. He's so tall that I'm still a half foot shorter than him, even standing on the stool. "Turn around and face the mirror, Dahlia," he says. His low voice rumbles against my body and I feel it vibrate all through me.

Still drunk from my orgasm, I comply. I lean my forehead against the mirror and get a thrill when I can see his reflection behind me. His eyes are wild with lust as he lifts my arms up, spreading my fingers open against the glass beside my head. Neal presses me against the mirror until my breasts are crushed against the cold surface. I feel his hands sliding down the sides of my body and reaching around to massage my thighs.

Neal is still rock hard and pressed against my ass on the stool, but I sigh when he spreads me open with his fingers and slides his cock into my pussy from behind. My breath escapes me with each of his thrusts. I peer into the mirror and meet Neal's eyes as he rams into me. I love the feel of his body against my back, the muscles of his chest sliding along the sweat on my back. "Does it feel good for you, baby?"

I can tell he's holding back, but I want all he has to offer. I want it rough and wild, to make up for the anguish of the past few days and burn off my elation at the resolution. "God, yes, Neal. Fuck me. Please." He redoubles his effort, moving faster. Neal withdraws almost entirely and then slams balls-deep with every thrust. I jerk my hips back to meet him, using my hands on the mirror for leverage. "I love it when you fuck me like this, Neal. Please."

He begins to suck on my shoulder, holding on to both of my hips as bangs into me. And then he meets my eye again in the mirror. He wraps one hand around my body so his fingers graze against my clit, but then his other hand begins spreading my ass cheeks. "Oh God, please. Yes, Neal."

As he continues to fuck my pussy, Neal slides his finger into my ass. I'm sandwiched between his solid arms while his massive cock invades my body and his finger begins it's journey into my most private place. Like before, I feel stretched in every possible direction. This time, with Neal entering me from behind, the experience is more intense. The dual penetration is too much. My knees start to give and I hear myself moaning from somewhere deep inside my soul. My head drops back against his body and I'm screaming, grunting with every thrust as his dick matches pace with his invading finger.

I feel my ass contracting against his finger, the waves of this orgasm spreading through my body until my pussy walls are milking his dick inside me. Somewhere in my consciousness, I become aware of Neal shouting my name. I'm seeing stars as the aftershock of my orgasm continues rolling through my body. And then I feel Neal cum inside me. Warm jets of him spurt inside me, milky and wet. He collapses against my back and we lean against the mirror until I feel his cum sliding down my legs.

Neal reaches a hand down between my legs, touching the aftermath of our efforts, and laughs softly. "That was so good. Dahlia, I never came that hard before."

I still can't talk, but manage to turn around in his arms and kiss him. He wraps his arms around me and holds me close, and I feel so perfectly content. I want to freeze this moment in time, when I feel so safe and so close to him. My body is still stretched from drawing him inside but when he kisses me, I know that nothing in the world can harm me in this moment.

He carries me back to the bed and we fall asleep in each other's arms, the words "I love you" the last I hear or speak before I slip into the deepest rest I've known in weeks.

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By finals week, I'm so busy I barely have time to eat. I wake up at five each day with Neal, only instead of the ice I head to the math lab to work on calculations for my final projects. I stay there until my eyes start to cross with wariness each night, and Neal protests when I collapse into the bed beside him, too tired even to make love. I finally turn in the last paper for my logic class and rush over to the building where I know Neal will be sitting for his final exam.

He's been studying late into the night, scratching his playoff beard and throwing pencils at me as I try to reorganize his flash cards. But I promised Dr. Meyer I'd make good on my offer to give him a good luck kiss before the test, even though I'm confident he doesn't need it.

I wait for him outside the auditorium, perched on a bench wearing my new Sweeney jersey over the red pi shirt I want him to find later when he peels off my layers. When the doors open an hour later, he smiles, finding me sitting there. I raise my eyebrows in question