He moves his arms, letting the shirt slide away.
I gasp as he immediately grabs my breasts again, groaning. His muscles are round and huge and taut.
He kisses me again, grabbing my panties and pulling them roughly. I shuffle as he pulls them down, helping him, feeling the air prick at my super-sensitive core, still needy from earlier, still remembering how heavenly it felt to have his tongue between my legs.
But what about his huge, rock-hard dick?
I kiss away the nerves – or try to – and then start smoothing my hand down his body. Toward his cock. Even if it makes me feel a little self-conscious.
I remember how it felt before when he was slipping between my breasts, the captivation in his eyes as he gazed down.
The obsession, is not one-sided anymore, not a silly crush anymore, but real life.
Happening.Us.
“Oh my God,” I moan when he palms my bare pussy. He slides his fingers up and down my clit, then over my folds and to my entrance.
“You’re so wet already,” he growls, rubbing me faster. “Your soaked pussy is so damn perfect.”
He moves his finger to my entrance again, stroking around it in tempting circles before he slips inside of me.
I collapse against him, squeezing onto his arms so hard my own arms begin to ache.
His hand pumps faster, finger gliding in and out of me.
My wetness makes noises, and, for a moment, I’m almost ashamed.
I almost want to take it back.
But then I hear the noiseshe’smaking, the lust in his husky breath.
I squeeze onto his arm as it thrusts into me, his finger sliding in quicker, going deep and pushing against a sweet spot inside of me.
“I need you,” he growls, taking his finger out and gently pushing me back.
I fall onto the bed, lying down and staring up at him. He looms like the giant he is, his muscles chiseled, his abs a tight pack of power.
I unclip my bra properly, letting out a long breath as I watch him take off his pants. He pulls them down savagely as if he can’t wait for us to be naked together.
His cock springs free, huge, and already rock-hard for me, the same way I was soaked for him.
We can’t help it. We can’t fight it.
I just hope I can freakingdoit.
He takes his cock in his hand, stroking up and down as his eyes take on that predator quality, completely focused.
Nothing else exists, either for him or me.
Just us.
He walks to the edge of the bed, still stroking, spreading precome from his engorged tip to his thick base.
When he climbs onto the bed, I move my legs, holding them in what I hope is the best position. His cock brushes the inside of my thigh as he props himself up.
We stare into each other’s eyes.
He keeps one hand on the bed, holding himself over me, then reaches down with the other.