When he added his fingers to the equation to stroke that perfect spot that so few men could find, I cried out, and my back arched off the bed.
“Oh, fuck. Phoenix!” I gasped and boldly fucked his face and fingers. He was entirely too good at what he did, and I was free-falling before I knew it. With my eyes rolled back in my head, my mouth fell open in a silent scream as I held my breath and was swept away in the waves of bliss that I floated on.
When I finally came back, it took a second to get my eyes to focus, and I rapidly expelled the breath I’d been holding. “Holy shit,” I murmured.
He kissed my quivering inner thigh, then moved back up my body, pressing kisses along the way. A pause when he hit my breasts to circle my nipples with his hot tongue had me moaning.
By the time he hovered over me, I was a trembling mass of need again. Though I couldn’t see, I sensed he was trying to see me in the dark. Slowly, he dropped his head to capture my lips. His tongue sweeping through my mouth tasted like me and though I wanted to be repulsed, I was far from it. Instead, I attacked him with wild and wanton abandon.
As our tongues dueled and swirled, I tried to breathe through my nose, loath to stop—even for air. I gripped the back of his neck and tangled my fingers in his hair after ripping the band out that held his twisted strands back.
His cock notched at my opening, and he broke free long enough to ask permission though he spoke against my mouth. “Are you okay with this?”
“Fuck, yes,” I replied in a tone that screamed my disbelief that he’d have to ask.
“I didn’t want to assume anything in case you were sore.” He murmured each word against my lips between needy kisses. I gasped as he slid slowly inside me. His teeth sank into my lip, and he groaned. “Jesus.”
For a moment, he didn’t move. He simply stilled, ensuring I acclimated to his invasion. Though there was a slight ache, it was the perfect reminder that this man had been my first, and nothing in my life had felt more right than that.
Needing to feel the glide of his hot, silky skin against the walls of my wet pussy, I tried to move my hips. An impatient sound broke free, and he chuckled in response.
“What do you need?” he murmured softly in my ear as he held his weight off me with his forearms. The entire time he moved in and out agonizingly slow. It did nothing to relieve my aching need.
“You, dammit,” I ground out, causing him to laugh.
“Me?” he queried innocently as he continued his slow torture. “Whatever could you want from me?”
“Ugh!” I huffed and reached down to swat his ass. The crack of my hand hitting the bare skin of his ass echoed in the dark room, and I froze. So did he.
“Did you just smack my ass?” he asked incredulously.
“Uhhh.” I stalled.
“You’re gonna get it for that,” he said, causing nerves to flutter to life. After all, I really didn’t know the man, no matter how much it seemed like I did. At least until he dropped his head, nipped my shoulder, jerked out of me, and flipped me to my stomach. A brief squeal was all I could reply before he lifted my ass into the air and lined himself up.
“What are you doing?” I asked, concerned I’d messed up after all. Though I couldn’t see him, I could feel his hand guiding his dick into my wet heat. This time, he thrust in until he bottomed out in me, and I gave a surprised “Oh!”
“Think you can handle this again so soon?” His words may have been whispered, but they were hopeful.
“Yes,” I quickly replied. Despite recently losing my virginity to the man, I surprisingly had very little discomfort to complain about. And no way was I going to give up the chance to feel him moving inside me.
“Thank God. You better hang the fuck on,” he warned before he grasped my hips in both hands, drew out most of the way, and slammed back in. If I thought he had been good before, this was better. He’d taken off the kid gloves and was straight up fucking the hell out of me. It had me so wet, I could feel it on my inner thighs.
“Holy shit,” I gasped. “So good.”
His fingers dug into the flesh of my hips and ass. He held on for dear life as he rammed that magic cock of his in me over and over. I was surprised when he released me to reach down and lock onto my hair. In a tight grip, he twisted my inky strands in a fist and jerked me back as he relentlessly fucked me. With each masterful stroke, my pussy clenched around him, and my eyes rolled a little.
In time with his movements, I gasped and panted. Neck and back arched, I could feel the power of him filling me, and with very little warning, I was coming. “Oh shit! Phoenix, oh my, oh my, oh my oh…”
“That’s it. Come on my cock. Just like that,” he crooned as I shattered.
Breathing hard as I rested on my hands and knees, I rode out the aftershocks, and he teased me by slipping in and out and reaching around to circle my clit to prolong them. When I finally stilled, he began to move again. Like a man with a purpose, his hips snapped, driving in so deep I tingled all the way up to my hair.
“Fuck yes. I’m going to come,” he announced. I wasn’t sure if he was talking to me or just muttering incoherently, but I ached for him to fill me—to lose control so much that he gave me that part of himself that was the essence of a man’s soul. That tiny crack in the very veil of humanity that opened and allowed him to exist for a moment in the in-between where he was vulnerable.
“Please, yes,” I begged.
“You’re going to come with me,” he demanded, sounding as if his teeth were clenched to maintain his control.