She nodded. As ready as she could ever be. Ready for her man to take her.
“Don’t worry, I’ll go slow.”
She nodded again, and the rip of a condom packet zinged in her ears. Cool lubricant coated her, and a few seconds later, the head of his cock nudged her anus. He pushed in, stretching her, and she winced at the sharpness.
“Easy, darlin’,” he rasped against her neck. “I don’t want to hurt you. You tell me if I need to stop.”
No. She’d give him this gift. She wanted it as much as he did. And after what he’d given her tonight—the joy of being pleasured by two hot men—she wanted to give him something equally precious. Within a few seconds, s
he adjusted. “Go ahead, Dale. I want this.”
“Ah, Jill.” He inched in a little farther.
Not so bad this time. When his fingers found her clit, she relaxed and backed into him, taking him deeper.
“Darlin’, that’s nice,” he said, his voice deep and husky.
She backed into him again, taking more of his enormous cock, and found that the fullness completed her in a primal yet soul-wrenching, way.
“That’s it, take all of me.”
Dale thrust into her ass, and when his balls slapped against her pussy, she knew he was part of her. And that he would be forever.
“Darlin’, I want you so much,” he said. “Tell me when you’re ready.”
So sweet to think of her, when he no doubt wanted to pound into her with a vengeance. They’d been going at it for hours, and he hadn’t come yet. She wiggled against him, the intrusion of his cock in her tight tunnel a shocking, surprising pleasure. No longer uncomfortable, she found the fullness exciting. Was it pleasure because it felt good? Or was it pleasure because it was Dale inside her? In a place he’d never been with another woman, and she’d never been with another man?
Warmth exploded through her veins. Her blood boiled beneath her flesh. At that moment, she’d never wanted a man more. “I’m ready, Dale.”
He pulled out and thrust in, and shivers rippled through her pussy. A soft sigh left her throat.
“Okay?” he asked.
“Mmm. Better than okay. Take me, cowboy. Take me to where neither of us has ever been. I want to go. With you.”
“My sweet Jill.” He plunged into her again.
Waves of joy sparked between her legs and threaded outward to every cell in her body. She met him thrust for thrust, taking all he gave her and relishing the carnal baseness of it. So good. Dale’s fingers worked her clit as he penetrated her, and moisture drizzled down her inner thighs. Swirls of steam surrounded them, and beads of sweat trickled down her cheeks and neck.
Dale’s other hand found a breast and cupped it, squeezed it, plucked at her hard nipple. The sensation—the amazing sensation—rainbowed over her flesh, through her blood, all the way to her heart.
And she exploded into the most earth-shattering climax she’d ever known.
Icy-hot spasms shook the walls of her pussy and ribboned through the rest of her body, culminating in sweet chills that rippled across her tingling skin. So intense was this joining, that for one glorious moment, their bodies and hearts seemed fused as one.
“That’s right, darlin’,” Dale’s voice cut through the fog of her desire as her climax slowed, “come for me. Only for me.”
Only for me. He gripped her hips and thrust one last time into her, his slick body covering hers as he released. His cock pulsed into her tightness, and she backed into him again, wanting to give him everything she had. Everything she was.
Vibrant images and half-formed thoughts jumbled inside her head, a mass of feelings she couldn’t quite string together in any coherent way. But three words forced their way to the top of the heap.
I love you.
How she longed to utter them. And to hear Dale say them back. Maybe sometime soon.
Dale was still buried deep within her. “Ah, Jill.” He panted against her neck. “This meant so much to me.”
“Me too.” Truer words had never left her lips. Tears stung the corners of her eyes.