I was stroking his chest. It was insanely ripped and glorious and I wanted to eat things off of it, lick him clean. I kissed his chest, traced the line of muscle down between his pecs and down the center of his hard abs that twitched at my slightest touch. His hot, smooth skin was an aphrodisiac on its own. I loved feeling him tremble. I pulled him down on the bed beside me, facing me. I threw a bare leg over his strong thigh.
“It’s a tight fit,” I said, “but you like it tight, don’t you?”
“You mean the mattress or the hot, tight little pussy I had my fingers in? Because that felt like heaven. The bed is definitely too small. I want to make sure it’s good for you,” he said.
He backed up to the headboard and pulled me across his lap. I straddled him. Face to face was so… intimate. His hands were on my bare back. I looked down at the thick cock bobbing between us. Brushing my stomach and leaving a kiss of wetness there. I shuddered at the touch of his hard length. He raised me by my hips and took his cock in hand. I held my breath, practically faint from the steamy look in his eyes and the way he was brushing the hot head of his erection through the outer folds of my sex.
“Please, Brody, please, please,” I said, almost a chant in rhythm with the patient, infuriating stroke of his cock between my thighs.
“Hold on to my shoulders,” he instructed, and I did what he told me as if my body were under his control. “If it’s too much, tell me. I don’t want to hurt you.”
“You won’t be too much for me,” I said, more brash than I felt with that pipe of a cock poised between my legs. I wanted it so much.
“You have to tell me. Let me know how it feels,” he said, gritting his teeth. I couldn’t know what it cost him to control himself so tightly.
With that, he pressed the crown of his erection to my sex. I felt him flare against me, part my folds. I arched my back, wanting more. He fed it into me, just one inch. I rolled down, taking another inch. He groaned as I slid down his length, and the cords in his neck stood out as if he were desperately braced under some massive weight. His hands on my hips held me steady as he thrust in deeper. I gasped. The girth of that stiff cock in me was rubbing me in places that had never been touched, igniting sensations I couldn’t describe.
“Oh God, you’re deeper than anyone’s ever been. Nobody has ever filled me like this, Brody,” I said raggedly, taking more of him, my head dropping back in the ecstasy of being filled so.
“Is it too much?” he managed through gritted teeth.
With effort, I lifted my head and shook it, “No, I want it. I want all of you.”
He groaned and thrust forward into me. It took my breath, the sheer size of him. He wrapped his arms around me, buried his head in the crook of my neck. I could hear him breathing hard, trying to keep still. He was cradling me against his body as if to protect me.
The man was going to stay completely still even if it made his eyes explode out of his head before he thrust in again and risked hurting me at all. I rained kisses on his face, braced my hands on his shoulders, and I began to rock. I rolled my hips forward and back, swiveled them, every movement grinding his cock into me, burrowing him inside me so deeply. We were pressed tightly against each other. I could feel his abdominal muscles tense when I rubbed against him. I was rolling my hips faster, loving the way his cock brushed against some spot inside me that seemed to light up all my senses. He caught my hips again and held me still. I looked up and met his eyes.
“You can move,” I said. “You feel so good to me.”
Brody leaned in and kissed my lips then, nipping at them softly, making my body go molten with desire. I held his biceps, those big upper arms, and rocked into his kiss. He started to thrust into me again, pumping his hips, bucking into me. I moved with him, caught his rhythm, and it felt so smooth and so right. Before I could even register the sizzle between us, the urgency in his passionate kiss, his thrusts sped up, taking me higher. It felt like champagne bubbles bursting all through my body. My orgasm was a euphoria I’d never experienced. I clung to him, trembling, my inner muscles convulsing around his cock.