“Fuck me.”
I was honestly surprised by the words that’d just come out of my mouth.
I could tell he could tell that I was, too.
His eyes crinkled at the edges as he grinned down at me.
Then, with slow, methodical movements, he leaned upward and slowly brought his body off of mine.
That was when I watched as he ripped the condom open with his teeth, and slowly slid it down over his very hard member.
I watched in apt fascination as he moved, biting my lip when he finally reached the end.
The condom didn’t cover his cock fully.
It stopped about three-quarters of the way down and looked like it was tight as hell on him.
“Does that hurt?” I wondered aloud.
He looked down at his cock and gave it a few experimental tugs.
Then shook his head.
“No,” he said. “I mean, other than I want to fuck you really bad, and my cock is aching. The condom doesn’t hurt it, though.”
I grinned up at him, then spread myself just a little bit wider.
He took the hint and once again came down over the top of me, keeping almost all of his weight off of me except for where his cock pressed heavily between my splayed thighs.
I couldn’t stop myself from lifting my hips and pressing myself even firmer against him.
“Please,” I pleaded. “Everything hurts.”
He took the hint and pressed himself against me firmly, grinding his cock against me just a bit harder, and I nearly came off the bed.
He chuckled darkly as he pulled back, then he was notched at my entrance and pushing inside.
My breath hitched when I started to stretch around his invading shaft, and at first, I wasn’t sure if it was a good thing or a bad thing—the feeling of him entering me.
He really was big.
But just when it started to get to be too much, he pulled back, retreating until he was once again poised at my entrance.
Over and over he did this, gaining more and more ground until finally he was fully sheathed inside of me.
I’d never felt so full in my life.
Or so right.
Having him inside of me, while he was staring directly into my eyes, felt like an out of body experience. One that was so perfect and right that I could hardly breathe.
He dropped down then, giving me his body weight.
I threw my arms around his neck, and then lifted up slightly so I could press a kiss to his mouth.
That kiss turned carnal in nature when he took over the kiss.
Then he started to rock his hips, slowly and methodically.
It drove me wild. I could feel his piercing rubbing deliciously against me, too.
Each twist of his hips caused his cock to push at the entrance to my womb. The deepness that he acquired was startling. I’d never felt the pleasure and pain so acutely before until him.
He pulled back and planted his elbows beside my head, trying to keep most of his body weight off of my chest, allowing me to breathe easy.
And he slowly fucked me.
In and out in small increments until I was suddenly teetering on the edge.
I’d never had an orgasm before from penetration alone.
Honestly, I’d never had an orgasm before with a man, period, while having sex.
So, at first, I wasn’t sure what it was that I was feeling.
Then he went up onto one arm and reached down to hook his hand underneath one of my thighs, just behind the back of my knee. Pulling it up and pressing it down beside my head, the angle changed.
And I came.
I came hard, eyes closing.
I silently screamed as waves of bliss rolled over me.
It was the sweetest, most intense orgasm I’d ever felt in my life.
“Thank fuck,” I heard vaguely.
That was when Pace’s tempo changed. He picked up speed and started to thrust into me faster and harder.
I hadn’t realized how much he was holding back—both of the strength of his thrusts and the depth that he was pushing into me.
But when he started going faster and harder, I realized that he was holding back so that he wouldn’t hurt me.
And I was grateful, but when one orgasm rolled straight into another? Well, I was shell-shocked.
The second orgasm was much more intense than the first. It was hard, fast, and stole my breath and my voice.
Lights danced behind my eyelids as the pleasure rolled through me, and I knew that this was definitely the type that I preferred.
The orgasm that was so good that it hurt.
He growled and buried his face into my neck, then started to jerk.
His cock twitched inside of me, and I realized then that he was coming.
It was long minutes later, when both of us had finally regained our wits, that I smiled against Pace’s mouth that was lazily running over my lips in sweet caresses.
“I thought you were bringing Jagger over,” I whispered against his lips.