“You feel so good.” His lips brushed my outer ear as he whispered to me. “So fucking tight and wet.”
The more he talked, the more turned on I got. His words were almost as powerful as his lips, his fingers, his tongue…not to mention other areas below the belt. I’d had no idea how erotic words could be. From the research I’d done, I’d believed that the only real pleasure women got was if their clit was stimulated. But, apparently, being stimulated audibly was a thing.
“Does it feel good? Do I feel good inside of you?” he growled.
“Yes. So good,” I whimpered as my fingers gripped his muscular shoulders tighter.
When my nails dug into his skin, he hissed.
“I’m sorry, did I hurt you?”
“No.” He was pumping with a little bit more intensity and the friction sent shots of bliss exploding in my core. “No, it felt good.”
Oh. Well, in that case.
I stopped trying to do things the right way and decided to just go with what felt good. Jimmy knew that I was new to this. If I did or said something wrong, chances were he’d forgive me.
With that new directive, I ran my hands over his shoulders and across his back, letting my nails scrape over his muscular frame. His muscles twitched beneath my touch and his breaths grew shallower. His response encouraged me to go further.
My hands continued their journey down his back and then cupped his ass. I tilted my hips up just enough for him to enter me further and pressed my hands down, pulling him even deeper inside of me.
“Fuck,” he gritted out through clenched teeth.
I continued rolling my hips into him and he matched my movements. We fell into a rhythm that soon had my inner walls spasming with its release.
My head tucked into his neck and I held him tightly as I rode out wave after wave of pulsating pleasure. I tried to really be present, to feel everything. The pressure and friction, being pinned against the hard surface by the weight of Jimmy’s body, the heat of being skin to skin.
When the tidal wave of sensation finally subsided, I opened my eyes and found Jimmy looking down at me, leaning his weight on his forearms beside my head.
I wasn’t sure what to say. I wanted to thank him, but I thought that might be too formal. I felt like I should say something, but I couldn’t really think straight. My brain felt like mush after my orgasm. All of my insecurities resurfaced and I started to panic under the scrutiny of his warm gaze.
He smiled and brushed a strand of hair off my forehead. “I wish you knew how beautiful you are.”
And just like that, all my worry, fear, and anxiety disappeared. I may not have known what to say, but Jimmy knew exactly the right thing.