“We’re going to get far, so, so, far,” he whispered against my lips before rolling swiftly over the top of me. I’d have liked to have known what it was like to have his dick in my mouth, but would have to forgo the opportunity until later. Right now, we had much more pressing business to attend to as dick and pussy were about to say hello.
On his elbows, he hovered above me before reaching down between us.
A sly grin filled his face. “I’m going to enjoy opening up your little pussy, and making it mine.” He growled the word mine and his grin grew wide, letting me know he meant the arrogant words coming out of his mouth.
His exploring fingers split my lips before he eased a long one in so slow my body trembled.
“You weren’t lying about it being a while. You’re so tight, but dripping fucking wet.”
He slid his finger in deep and pulled it out with a flirting wiggle. When the tip of his finger reached the edge, he added another and shove in two to get me flowing faster and dripping for him. When he had me good and soaked, he aligned himself for entry, and my mind caught up with my brain.
“Condom,” I uttered as his hot velvety head slipped back and forth against my warm wet hole.
“I’m clean, love, and I know you’re on birth control. Plus, wives shouldn’t ask their husbands to use condoms.”
He told my ass. It appeared I had received the proper guidance on the right way a wife should have sex with her husband. This was my first time going raw because I had always been terrified of catching something and getting pregnant.
A deep breath filled my lungs at the first thrust. Subtle, yet demanding, I was filled with hot pressure, but he was coaxing me to open for him all at the same time. I could feel the head throbbing inside me, charming my walls to play nice and prepare for what was coming.
“Relax, you’re going to be begging for more in no time,” he whispered against my lips before he sank in another few inches and caressed my lips between his.
He drove in more, and prickly sparks of pain from the delicious pressure had my legs trembling harder.
“Almost there, love. Mmm,” he moaned. Why the hell did I feel nineteen all over again, having sex for the first time?
“So fucking good. So tight,” he gritted out between his straight prize-winning teeth. I noticed his body trembling as much as mine as he fought not to hurt me.
He shoved in more, and the head licked what I think was the bottom of me, a sensation I had never experienced before. The first deep strokes gave me the sensation that I had to pee before the head licked the sensation away and made room for pleasure.
“Almost there,” he whispered.
Almost!
I attempted to glance down at where we were connected, but his body blocked my view. I was stuffed so full that my nails were embedded in his tense bicep, and the bedcovers were death-gripped in my other hand.
There was no space left for more of him, but he gave another thrust, and my body performed a miracle and accepted him. My muscles were quivering like crazy before they decided to give up the fight.
He eased back, and I attempted to go with him, following the dick. However, the sensation of him sliding back inside and filling me sparked a passion of pleasure that eased my last bit of tension and allowed me to enjoy the tight fullness.
His silky hair brushed my face as he moved leisurely, taking his time. I wanted to know his secret because every other man was in a race even when I begged them to slow their asses down.
The sight of our blended complexions caught my attention, his light-cream pressed against my sunbaked toffee was as erotic as the press of his firm body into mine. Nothing could have been better than him being inside me, a sensation that became an instant addiction.
“Arjen,” I moaned, my breath warm in his ear before releasing a lazy groan. He was a magic trick that had never been performed before now. I had forgotten about everything and was dragged so far into our sex that I was transported to another world. He was fucking more than my lower half, I felt him in every part of my body as flaring heat raced down to the tips of my fingers and toes.
“Is this okay?”
Was it okay?It was better than okay. “Shit, yes. Fuck your dick is good. You better not nut too early, or I’m shooting your ass,” I managed to threaten him between heated moans. He released a chuckle at my threat. When he began to thrust harder, my mouth fell open, and every breath was swept out into our swirling passion.
The tight sensation of him hard and sliding in and out, teasing my hot zones on the way out, and licking my walls sinfully on the way in drove me out of my mind. His deliberate movements spiked my endorphins, making me so high I feared I would overdose.
“Can I go harder?”
“Harder?” I asked, letting the word hang out there. I’m sure my eyes bugged at his question, and my pussy screamed at the notion of more of his impacting depth. Harder meant my fucking spine just might decide to go on and snap. Harder meant his dick would end up kissing my lungs and stealing my breath from a different direction.
“Yes, harder, baby.” I heard myself say. What the fuck was I saying? Was I losing my mind? Was I dick-drunk? Did he have me too high to make sane decisions?
His harder thrust drove me insane as I was gripping his flexing ass and doing my best to wrap my quivering legs around his waist. The man knew how to fuck, not just my pussy, but he was fucking my full body along with my mind. He knew how to send so many pleasure-packing plunges into me, I didn’t lose control, I tossed it into a pit of fire and watched it burn.