“You’re very wet.” His tone was full of wonder, and perhaps surprise.
“Please…” I couldn’t say anything else coherent, so I pulled at his arms to get him back on top of me again.
Dexter slid down, the head of his cock lining up at my entrance.
I could feel it butting against me.
And then he was taking me, sliding in to the hilt. I cried out, gasping in surprise at his thickness. The length. The strange pain and possession I felt pulsing through me.
“Oh my God.”
I dug my nails into his arms and arched my back, trying to get comfortable enough to take all of him.
“Fuck… you’re so tight.”
I nodded. I knew I would be.
He waited and I panted, struggling to get comfortable around the invasion.
Then the throbbing began again, the need and the want building in me.
“Please,” I repeated again, digging my teeth into the top of his shoulder and clenching down with my internal muscles.
He groaned loudly, the animalistic noise vibrating right through to my core.
He pulled away, then thrust back in. I cried out and wound my legs around his waist.
He did it again and again, torturing us both with the too slow speed. But then he began to move faster and harder.
My cries got louder as he thrust into my needy body and I had no control over them. I heard them from a distance, like it wasn’t even me making them.
I was a bundle of energy, of screaming nerve endings and lust.
The tension in my belly was building higher and tighter and as I began to climax, I called out to him.
“Oh… Dex!”
He slammed his cock into me again and again, the wooden headboard banging against the wall until I cried out in the ultimate pleasure.
My orgasm swept me up and for several moments, I didn’t exist. I was floating beyond the plain of existence… and then I was falling back into my body, which was screaming and shuddering and rippling around Dexter’s thick cock.
He fell on me, grabbing my ass in both hands and burying himself deeply inside me.
Then he began to come.
Torrents of heat pulsed into my body and I cried out as another, smaller orgasm hit me, squeezing in time with Dexter’s squirting cock.
And then it was over and we both lay panting, holding each other in the aftermath of what had to be the hottest session I’d ever enjoyed.
Dexter rolled us until he was on his back and I was laying on his chest, struggling to
catch my breath and loving the sound of his racing heart beneath my ear.
I looked over my shoulder, half expecting to see Jay or Taylor there. But there was no one standing in the doorway.
However, there was still the feeling of their absence.
“You are incredible,” Dexter groaned out, kissing the top of my head.