His hand ran down my leg. He was gentle, but when he reached my foot, he grabbed it, and his other hand grabbed my breast.
I gasped.
He put his mouth to my pussy and licked and lapped and kissed and stroked. I grabbed his hand and brought it to my mouth. I put his fingers in my mouth. He put his fingers inside of me. My body quivered and writhed. I couldn’t take any more teasing. I slid back away from him, hoping to catch my breath, but he eased himself onto me. I felt the tip of his cock against my wet, puckering labia.
I opened my mouth to tell him, “put it in, already,” but instead, I moaned. I spread my legs, grabbed his ass, and pulled him to me. His huge shaft rubbed against my crotch. I felt the tip touch my belly, and I gasped.
He kissed me. “I’ve been dreaming about this forever,” he said. He slid his tip into me, just the tip.
I lifted my hips to meet him. With my hands on his ass, I pulled him closer. But he resisted, working just the tip around, in and out of only the beginning of my snatch.
I kissed him again. “Give it to me,” I pleaded.
He cracked a wry smile. “You’ve been making me wait for so long.” He kissed me on the forehead.
I pulled him into me. He was so thick. I cried out a stifled yet piercing cry.
He grabbed my hands and put them above my head. Held them together with one hand while his other lifted my leg and turned it so he could tease me from another angle. “Waiting only heightens the pleasure, right?”
I writhed, and I begged. “I don’t want to wait any longer.”
He let go of my hands, wrapped his arm around my shoulders, and wrapped his other arm around my waist. He lifted me, and he entered me. Then he brought me down back onto the bed with his hard shaft inside me and the full weight of his body on me, the full thrust of his cock inside me.
I dug my nails into his back, and we cried out together, a mix of pain and of pleasure.
I had heard stories about how painful the first time can be. I dealt with pain, frequently, from the sun. But that pain was on me; this pain was in me. I welcomed it, digging my nails into his back to cope with it. But soon thereafter, I had to push him off of me.
I kissed him and whispered, “I’m sorry, it’s just that you’re so big and—”
He shushed me with a finger to my lips, and he glided his tongue down my chin, my neck and chest. He kissed my heaving breasts, his tongue turning dizzying circles around my puckered nipples. He kissed and massaged my sore groin.
“Enter me, again,” I said.
I did not have to ask a second time.
When I straddled him, I held onto the headboard and looked down on his face. His eyes were half shut, and his mouth quivered.
“I want to come,” he said.
I pressed, and he bucked. We arched our backs at the same time and released: he released his seed, I released a cry of pleasure. I lay on top of him and caressed his chest, watching it rise and fall as his breathing returned to a normal pace.
“That was amazing,” he said, “as great as I always thought it would be.”
I ran my hands through the hair on his chest. His hands petted my waist and my thighs, but then I felt another set of hands on my lower back. Surprised, I turned and saw Will kneeling on the bed. “Will?”
“How are you feeling, Bonita?”
At that moment, Noah put his mouth to my breast, and I gasped. Will took my jaw in his big hands, held me in place, and kissed me. Will was much more forceful than Noah had been. He had muscles for days, and I guess he felt the need to use them.
He took me in his arms and carried me off the bed.
As I was being whisked away, I looked back to see Noah. He looked so peaceful, lying in bed with a contented smile spread wide across his face.
Will carried me into the other room we’d made into a studio. His hands were on me like claws.
“Will, be gentle,” I said.
“Oh, I’ll be gentle,” he said. “But I don’t know if they will.”
Before I’d registered what he meant, he tossed me. I reached out, expecting to brace myself against the wall, but my hands fell on Christian and Landon.
“I hope you’re ready,” said Christian.
I wasn’t sure if I was. “Do I have a choice?”
“Of course, you have a choice,” said Christian. “But Noah told us that choosing wasn’t exactly your thing.”