He’s so hot, it’s like snuggling up to a heating pad. And so much of him is his hairy and scratchy… Yet I really like the extra sensation.
“These fucking breasts,” he growls and then his mouth is all over them. “I love these fucking breasts.”
I feel his erection against my thigh and a bit of wetness cooling on my skin.
“Max,” I gasp as his mouth closes around my nipple, suckling hungrily on it.
I like his enthusiasm and the way he’s playing with my breasts but that erection against my thigh is driving me crazy. “I want you inside me.”
He groans and his teeth scrape against me.
My hands grab at his shoulders and I squirm beneath him, moaning, “Please.”
His mouth leaves my nipple and it puckers up, tightening as it’s exposed to the air once more.
He rises above me and reaches over me. A foil packet appears and is promptly torn open with his teeth. Reaching between us, he unrolls the condom down the length of his cock and I’m not sure, but I think his hand is shaking.
Yes, it’s definitely shaking as he reaches back up, that hand cupping my cheek.
“Grace,” he says and then he’s kissing me as I spread my legs open wide for him. “Tell me if it hurts, baby.”
His swollen crown bumps against my entrance an
d then he’s sliding it through my folds, slicking it up with my juices.
I feel myself tensing up with anticipation, and maybe just a little nervousness, but my blood is still pumping hot with want.
“Relax,” he murmurs, continuing to kiss me. “I got you. Just trust me.”
He swirls the head of his cock against my clit and then glides it back down, pressing a little into me.
Lips leaving mine, he stares deeply into my eyes. His eyes are warm pools of dark chocolate swirled with honey. “Tell me if it hurts and I’ll stop. Okay?”
I nod and take a deep breath before sighing out. “Okay.”
He smiles at me and I know he’s being strong for me but that hand stroking against my cheek is still trembling.
His cock eases in a little more and I can feel my walls straining and a little warmth as I stretch around him.
Voice strained, he asks me, “Does it hurt?”
I shake my head and he eases in a little more.
“Fuck,” I gasp, and he immediately freezes.
“I’m sorry,” he growls.
I feel him start to withdraw and cry out, “Stop.”
He stills and shudders above me, asking, “What’s wrong?”
“Nothing’s wrong,” I hiss, my teeth clenching together. “It’s feels good. Really good.”
He’s silent for a long moment and I focus on just how good it feels to have almost all of his swollen head inside me.
Already I feel so full and there’s still so much more of him to go.
“Yeah?” he finally asks, his voice even more strained than before. “It feels good?”