“Were those… painful?” I cautiously asked with abated breath, unable to rip my eyes from the fierce tattoos.
“Some,” he chuckled, crossing his arms to show them off. “Obviously, the ones above my heart were the worst. The skin’s rather tender there… do you like them?”
I had the worst case of cottonmouth I’d had in ages, and all I could do was nod curiously, my eyes still glued to their edges.
“Good…”
I realized too late that he was pushing me back in bed, coercing me backwards until I was comfortably lying in the pillows. His lips met my skin along my collarbone again, and he hungrily peppered a trail of kisses downwards, his fingernails digging into my skin and dragging down to clench above my thighs…
As he pressed into the creases of my hips, shouldering my thighs above his shoulders, his lips pressed into each thigh in succession. He stained them with kisses before pressing his face between my legs, his tongue immediately gracing my engorged clit and sending shivers down my spine.
“Oh, Lex…” I murmured with a moan.
He continued to pry the bead of my passion, his lips pressing against my wet sex. “You taste so good, love,” he observed, his voice dripping with lust. “You’re just what I wanted.”
I nodded, lost in pleasure. He stroked my clit with his tongue once more, falling into a rhythm as he manipulated the tiny organ in ways no man had ever done to me before.
He knew when enough was enough, too, pulling back just as the button started to grow sensitive. His tongue stiffened as it pressed into my body, lapping away at my lower lips as he clenched his fingertips deeper into my thighs. In response, my legs tightened around his skull, and my back threw itself against the bed again.
“Oh god… Lex… fuck…”
My fingers threaded back into his hair as I rode his tongue, eager for release. His face kept pressing against the sensitive folds above my slickened opening, and it continuously pushed me to new heights.
He’s just so fucking good at this, I thought to myself. Holy shit, Riley, you finally found someone who knows how to get you off…
True to form, it wasn’t long before I could feel the distant rumblings of an impending orgasm. Whereas actually experiencing my own thrilling conclusion was a gamble every time, this man had brought my senses to a record-beating level, both in intensity and speed.
“Oh god… Lex… I’m gonna… don’t stop, please don’t stop… don’t you dare fucking stop…”
My thighs tightened around his face as he amped up the rhythm, returning to suck my clit into his mouth.
I was putty in his hands then, and the shivers down my spine turned into pure, unadulterated nirvana. As pleasure whiplashed down my back, a jaw-dropping orgasm tore through me, tearing inhuman, animalistic groans from my lips.
“Fuck – Lex – I’m coming – just –”
With staggered breaths, I moaned out a string of expletives, finally crumpling to a heap against the bed. He disentangled my legs from around his head, pulling himself up to plant a stained kiss against my lips.
My arms wrapped around him, pulling him deeper. I could taste the evidence of my own satisfaction on him, and our tongues danced together as I wiped it clean with my own.
“Who are you?” I found myself asking with a mixture of contentment and surprise at his skill. “I’ve never, ever been with someone this… talented…”
“Well, Lex Lambert isn’t just someone, love,” he chuckled knowingly. After a second, his face changed, and he realized he’d divulged his surname to me.
“…Forget I said that,” he chuckled nervously.
“Why, is your name important?” I asked, glancing curiously at him. “Really though, now that you mention it… who are you?”
“Just someone passing through,” he deflected casually, stroking his cock as he hovered above me. Supporting himself on one elbow, I could sense the power of his chiseled strength, and I knew that my window to press the matter was closing – and fast.
“Lex, you can tell me anything–”
The head of his cock pushed into me, parting the wet, yearning lips of my slick chasm around his generous girth.
“Wait – you’re not wearing a condom –”
“Don’t worry, love,” he chuckled between groans. “I’m clean. I get checked every few weeks… and I had a vasectomy. If there’s a kid happening, that kid’s gonna be planned.”
Every few weeks?
How much sex does this dude HAVE?
I felt his tremendous size pushing inwards, stretching my body and testing my limits.
All semblances of composure and concentration flew straight out the window. It was all I could do to keep my head as he thrust himself deeper inward.
“Oh fuck me sideways,” I moaned. “There’s no way this is gonna fit…”
“It’s working out nicely so far,” Lex chuckled, holding me down as he pushed another inch inside. “Go on, just relax… we’re already halfway there, love…”
I adjusted my hips, spurred on his words.
“Come on, then,” I murmured. “Let’s do this.”
With a cocky little grin, Lex pushed deeper. His rock-hard weapon pierced further into my trembling folds, pulling deep moans from my lips and forcing him to groan with intensity.
“Fuck, Riley, you’re so goddamn tight around my cock…” He murmured with conviction. “I’m not even all the way in, yet. It’s so hot inside….”
“You feel so good inside me,” I cooed between moans, my fingers clenching into the bedding again. Truth be told, it felt like he was splitting me apart… but oddly, it was an intensely satisfying way to go. If he really did break me in two, it would be worth it. “Hold on a minute, please.”
“Okay,” he hurriedly responded, pausing in the onward march of his thick cock.
I gathered my breath and fought my body, forcing myself to relax a little more. Biting my bottom lip and closing my eyes, I thought of babbling brooks, rustling meadows in the wind, and the scent of the forests…
All imagery that helped me limber up and get into the zone of painting.
My eyes flew back open, and I nodded.
I was as relaxed as I was ever gonna be.
Lex slowly pushed further inside, tactfully retreating an inch whenever necessary, only to regain his ground and then some. Within a few more moments, I could feel him hilt himself against my hips, and I realized that I’d taken the entire cock into me.
“Oh fuck, Lex,” I murmured with a gasp.
He pulled his hips back for a moment, and then pushed forward again, slowly easing me into a rocking motion. I gradually met and matched his rhythm, pushing myself to accept this tremendous rod of white-iron within my wet pussy, stretching my walls and pushing me to my very limits.
His hand clasped around my mouth, sealing my lips. In light protest, I tried to vocalize indignation, but he was already grasping my bare breast with the free hand, squeezing the supple flesh and teasing the erect nipple between his fingers.
The tactic worked, redirecting my attention as he lower
ed his lips to the other nipple. By deftly pleasing my exposed chest, he pushed a fresh flood of mounting sensations into my head – letting me ease into the rocking of our hips.
Thank god he was so tall.
My thighs spread a little further, and then I snapped my ankles together, clasped around his hips. My heel nestled into the small of his back as I kept him close, tightly controlled against my body.
Meanwhile, his lips found mine, crushing against me as he steadied himself with his forearms locked down on either side of my shoulders. I coerced him to move them closer, and he constrained me between them, binding both of us together for this carnal throe of pleasure.
His hips began to pick up the tempo, and I grew accustomed to his speed. I was just relaxed enough to enjoy the sensations, and my legs wrapped around him kept Lex from jackhammering into my sopping wet pussy with that unfathomable tool of his.
He really will tear me apart if he does that, I thought to myself briefly…
But it was hard to cling to any reasonably sentient thoughts as I became overwhelmed by his power. Lex held me down beneath him, carefully but powerfully thrusting into my body, again and again…
Moans escaped my lips, and my strength began to sap from my limbs. I realized that my fingernails had been digging into his shoulders tightly.
I released my grip, letting my whitened knuckles return to their natural, pinkish color. Meanwhile, my ankles slipped apart, and I steadied myself beneath him as he fucked me.
But Lex grew tired of this position, and soon I was forced onto all fours in front of him. His fingers pressed against my folds, one slipping in to test my chasm.
“You’re still so wet for me, Riley,” my partner groaned with gratification. “I love how much you want this.”
“That’s right,” I cooed, wiggling my hips just a little. My eyes widened as he began to stroke that huge cock, and I hastily added: “Just be gentle, okay?”
“You don’t want gentle,” he answered, his smirk telling me everything about his levels of confidence… or was it arrogance at this point?
“I do at first,” I insisted. “If you tear me in half, you realize that you won’t be able to fuck me again, right?”