But Neil brings out a different side of me. In his presence I feel like a woman; like I can say exactly what I need.
And right now, I need that crazy huge cock of his inside of me.
He runs his hand over my thighs, my ass, looking at me and not saying a word. And I find myself equally speechless — right now there is nothing to say. Right now we are utterly wrapped up in the moment.
In one another.
“Fuck, you are insane,” he breathes as he enters me.
“I assume that’s a compliment?” I ask, biting down on my lip as his wide cock begins to fill me.
He almost smiles. He is different than anyone I’ve ever met … he isn’t trying to charm me, win me over, or prove himself. He is the strong and silent type — a type I have never considered before.
But now? This reserved man who hardly says a word is filling me up in a toe-curling way. In a way that screams yes, yes, yes … in a way that makes my heart pound and my need intensify.
My pussy is freaking out. He’s more than big — he has a huge cock and oh my God does it feel good. He is right against my core, pounding me, taking me … making me his.
“Neil,” I scream, my fingers running over his skin, my nails digging into his flesh as he fucks me in a way I’ve never been fucked before.
Entirely.
“I’m coming,” I moan, and he rolls me over, and I straddle him, his size overwhelming me. His hands are on my hips, and I swivel them, groaning in pleasure as he thrusts inside me the way I need. He doesn’t hold back, he is going all in. All in me.
And I love it.
I press my palms to his chest, riding him, my pussy aching for his warm release to rush over me and make me scream.
It does. His cock is rigid and past the boiling point. He releases his come deep inside my channel and I still myself, both of us sweaty and covered in sex and gasping for breath — me more than him.
Finally, I roll off him and we turn to face one another, his finger running over my thighs, my hips, my breasts. “Thank you,” he says. It’s simple, the words. But they have me closing my eyes, pinpricks of tears filling them. Why am I crying?
“That was everything, Neil. I’ve never … no man has ever …. You made me orgasm like nothing else.”
That half-smile reappears.
“I mean, when you filled me up,” I groan. “God, it was heaven.”
I run my hand over his cock; it’s right there, and so tempting. I fondle his balls and by the way he moans, I know he likes it.
“I’ve always liked giving blow jobs … I mean, that might sound trashy,” I say, licking my lips. “I love it. But honestly I’ve never sucked a cock like yours. You were …” I close my eyes, looking for the word. “Like a stallion. In a non bestiality way.” I laugh. “That sounds bad,” I add cracking up.
He smirks, still not saying anything.
“Are you always this quiet?”
He frowns, his finger playing with my messy hair. “I suppose. Not exactly Shakespeare.”
“I guess not. That’s okay.” I laugh. “I can talk enough for both of us.”
We sit up — it’s not very late — and I ask him about himself. Where he lives, works, what he does for fun. Just trying to get the conversation started as he stands from the bed, his thick cock between his legs, every inch of him chiseled and defined. He grabs a few bottles from the mini bar, and a bag of chocolate candies.
“Whiskey or vodka?” he asks, stepping over my clothes. “God, you just checked in, right? This place is a mess.”
I laugh. It’s the most he has said since we got down to business. “Gin, actually. Gin and tonic to be precise. And yes. I am messy. My mother gives me a hard time for it, but I call it organized chaos.”
He frowns, then turns back to the bar, grabbing tonic water and a bottle of gin, pouring them into a glass. He adds the whiskey to another. After handing me mine, he clicks our rims without a word.
“Cheers,” I say, taking a sip. Being reserved is one thing, but is he always this nonverbal?
We finish the drinks in silence and I’ll be honest … it’s awkward. What is his deal? We just had mind-blowing sex and then he clams up.
I can’t deal.
“Well it’s been fun,” I say, the same time he opens his mouth and says, “I work in finance.”
We look at one another and both fumble for words. “Oh, shit, am I overstaying my welcome?” he asks.
I shake my head. “No, I just thought … I don’t know, that you wanted an out?”