She didn’t even try to hide the smile of relief that his words had given her. “Oh, good, then what’s next?”
His eyes darkened with lust and her core tightened before he even spoke. But when he said the words, “I want to take you from behind,” lust shot through her and she groaned with arousal. “Is that okay?”
“Yes,” she responded eagerly.
He flipped her over and knelt behind her. His arm wrapped around her waist and lifted her body up so she was on her hands and knees.
“Spread your legs apart,” he commanded.
She did as she was told and the sensation of just following instructions and waiting for the next thing to happen to her, was so deliciously tingly she wondered how long she could take it. She didn’t have to wonder for long, though. She felt him at her opening. He ran his erection up and down her sex several times telling her how wet she was and how good she felt. Then his hands gripped her hips and he slid inside of her, slowly. She felt every inch as he entered her.
When she felt his hips against her backside he stilled and whispered, “You’re so deep. It’s so deep inside.” She groaned as her elbows collapsed on the bed.
Then he started moving and she lost herself in the experience. He pumped in and out of her. She loved every second of it. Every stroke was like a revelation. She was out of her mind with pleasure.
From the sensation of his hardness filling her to the authoritative control of his firm grip on her hips as he drove into her again and again, it was all amazing. So much more intense, wonderful and magical than she had ever dreamed was possible.
All the times that she’d fantasized of this kind of connection with a man, wished for it, she had never been able to capture in her imagination how wonderful the reality was actually going to be. People always talk about being careful what you wish for, because it doesn’t always live up to the hype and then you don’t even have the fantasy to cling to any more. That didn’t apply here. Not only did this experience live up to what she’d always dreamed it would be, it blew her dreams right out of the water. And now, for the rest of her life, she would always have these precious and amazing memories.
After one particularly rough and powerful thrust, he held her body back against him, buried into her up to the hilt, and squeezed her hips hard with his hands. Then, he leaned over her, his chest pressed against her back, and moved his palms roughly up her body, rubbing her skin with intense strokes. He tweaked her nipples hard, causing her to cry out.
Then, he moved his hand down between her legs. He continued to play with her nipples with one hand while he rubbed in small circles around her sensitive clit with the other. She started to shake. Being stimulated in two pleasure centers at the same time, especially while he filled her up—it was just too much. She exploded in another shattering orgasm, whimpering, moaning and screaming as her body shook and fell apart against him.
In a rough movement he pulled out of her and rolled her over. He smiled gently, looking into her eyes and stroking her hair. “I want to look in your eyes when I come,” he whispered.
She sighed, warmth filling her belly at his words. “That sounds amazing.”
He knelt between her knees, spreading her open and positioning himself at her entrance. Before he entered her again, though, he leaned down and kissed her tenderly. He ran his hands all over her skin, which was by now slick with sweat from both passion and exertion. As he slid slowly into her, she closed her eyes from sheer bliss. He kissed each of her eyelids and whispered, “Open your eyes, baby. Look at me.”
She did. She forced them open, and forced them to stay open even through all of the pleasure his body was giving her. She locked her gaze on his as he moved inside of her and never broke as they climbed together towards a joint and powerful orgasm. Even when he pushed into her one final time as his muscles tensed. Even when her own release claimed her for a third time. Through everything, she never gave in to her body’s instincts to squeeze her eyes shut tight. It was too important to be looking into Dax’s eyes, and have him looking into hers, as their bodies exploded together in almost unbearably exquisite ecstasy.
They lay together after that, spent and still breathing hard. She smiled and kissed his neck. In a gently teasing voice, she said, “Well, if I had known it was going to be like this, I probably would have been counting the seconds until we were alone, too.”