She was practically panting with desire, she realized. The orgasm he’d given her had left her muscles still shivering with the need for more. She felt open and aching, wanting nothing more than to be filled.
“I want you inside me,” she said into his ear.
Her voice sounded low, full of desire. Sexy. She’d never heard herself sound quite like that before.
Cal made a low noise. “Anything you want,” he said, and kissed her neck. Lillian’s hips twisted involuntarily at the shock of want his stubble sent through her. The rasp against her soft skin was startlingly hot.
One of his big hands cupped her breast, his thumb rubbing over her nipple, and then drifted down—stopping, as though he couldn’t help himself, at her hip, and then sliding down her thigh. Lillian lifted her leg when he tugged at it, and then his hand slipped slowly—reluctantly?—away, and he pulled back enough to get a hand between them.
One of his
fingers slid inside her easily. A second joined it, and Lillian moaned at the sensation of them in her. It wasn’t quite enough, though. “Come on,” she insisted. “I’m ready.”
Cal smiled at that, and leaned in to kiss her. His fingers slipped out, and the next thing she knew, the blunt head of his cock was pressing against her entrance.
“Oh,” Lillian said involuntarily. Maybe she’d been wrong about being ready. He was huge, larger than anything she’d ever had inside her.
But it never crossed over into real discomfort. Cal went slowly, so slowly, pushing a little more, and a little more, until the head was in. Lillian grabbed at his shoulders, clutching hard. Her nails must be digging in, she thought dizzily, and hoped it didn’t hurt, because she couldn’t let go. He was huge, he was so huge—
“Are you okay?” How was Cal’s voice so tender at this moment, when he had to be going crazy at how tightly she was clenching around him?
“Yes,” Lillian gasped. “I’m okay, I’m okay, keep going.”
He was huge, and the stretch was intense, but it wasn’t bad. It wasn’t bad at all. In fact, as her muscles slowly got used to the size of him, the pleasure was starting to build into something impossibly, unreachably good.
Cal took her at her word and kept going, as slow as slow could be. Lillian’s head fell back and she gasped for air. He was so enormous, and it felt so, so good—she’d never realized she could feel like this. Like pleasure was holding her whole body captive, so she couldn’t feel anything else, couldn’t do anything else but shudder around him.
It seemed to take an eon for him to bottom out, but finally, achingly, he was seated fully inside her. Slowly, Lillian found herself able to think again, as she adjusted to his size and caught her breath. He still felt enormous.
“Okay?” he asked her again. His voice sounded tight, like he was finally starting to have a hard time holding back, but he stayed absolutely still.
She nodded. “More than okay.” She sounded breathy and overwhelmed. “I never would’ve thought—but you feel so good. Are you all right?”
That made him chuckle, and she gasped at the burst of sensation that came with the movement. “I don’t know what you think would be a problem here.”
“Just—” she struggled for words. “It must be hard for you—going so slow. Holding back. You don’t have to.”
His voice went darker. “I do have to. None of this would be good if it wasn’t good for you. Is it good?”
“So good,” she sighed. She was dimly aware that she sounded just as pleasure-drunk as she was, but it was all too much to be embarrassed. “Will you move?”
“Mmmm,” he agreed. The noise sounded like it came from deep in his chest, and she could hear the satisfaction in it.
Then he started to move, and Lillian again lost any ability to think.
It was still so slow, achingly slow, but the feeling of him sliding in and out, pressing against all the best spots inside her and increasing that pressure as he pushed in, left her shuddering with pleasure. He was big enough to get all the way inside her, right up to her cervix, which—Lillian knew that some women found that painful, but she never had.
Each time he came all the way inside and pressed against it, she spasmed around him, clenching hard—then relaxed as he withdrew, catching her breath. And then he pushed in again, and she cried out with how good it was.
He sped up slowly, incrementally, so that she didn’t even notice until his thrusts had started coming fast enough that she was riding a continuous wave of pleasure. She focused hazily on his face, and she could see that his hair was damp with sweat, and his face tight with pleasure, or effort.
Cal met her eyes, focused on her. His own eyes seemed to be all silver now, no trace of the darker iron gray she usually saw, and he looked at her like he was seeing the most beautiful thing in the world.
He kissed her, and she came for the second time. It broke over her like an enormous drenching wave, tossing her body around with its force; she clutched hard at Cal to anchor herself in the storm of pleasure. Her hips jerked hard, driving him as deep as he could go, and she moaned brokenly through it.
“God—Lillian—” Cal’s voice broke too, and as Lillian started to come back to herself, he drove hard into her one last time and came as well. She could feel the pulses deep inside her, and shuddered again.
It was a long, long time before either of them moved. Finally, Cal withdrew, breathing hard.