I allow myself to surrender to him completely, trusting that he knows exactly how to make me cum this way. It doesn’t feel like it will be very difficult if he continues to suck lightly on my clit the way he is right now.
It still feels so dirty, but now, this is part of the thrill.
“I forgot how good you taste. I’ve been craving you so much lately,” he says, pausing to slip two fingers inside of me before he begins to kiss and lick my clit again.
He works me up slowly this way, making sure to ease me toward the threshold before he starts sucking on my clit again. He doesn’t want to burn me out or abuse my sensitivity. He wants this to be nothing but pleasurable for me, and he is definitely succeeding.
When I can feel my orgasm starting to build up, I moan out loud, embarrassing myself a little bit as I feel myself beginning to lose control. I’ve never done this in front of Adas, at least not in a way that I remember. If he had heard my masturbating before, I would have died inside.
Now, he wants me to cum inside of his mouth, and it’s only a matter of moments.
Almost as if he can read my mind, he lifts my legs up for me, pressing my knees into my chest and increasing the blood flow to my pelvic floor. As soon as I feel my pussy spread open as my thighs grow further apart, my orgasm attacks me before I have a chance to contain myself.
I whimper out loud, desperately like a needy little sex addict who can’t get enough of her husband’s mouth on her vagina. My eyes roll back, and Adas grabs my wrists and holds them down as he presses his mouth into me, feeling every contraction and spasm as my body reacts to his magic.
“Oh my god, holy fuck,” I pant, blinking but unable to tell if I can actually see anything or not. My vision has become a series of black splotches across the ceiling, punctuated only by little streams of gold that disappear as soon as I see them.
He rises from between my legs, smiling at me as he slowly moves up my body to kiss me again. I can taste myself on his lips, something I had never imagined would turn me on.
He takes my hand and places it on his cock, pulsing and throbbing in his pants as if I’ve kept him waiting for too long. I can feel a small wet spot on his underwear, like he’d gotten far too aroused just from making me cum.
“You feel so big,” I say meekly as I stroke the head, feeling it respond to my touch by growing harder and thicker.
“You’ll be fine, don’t worry,” he responds, pulling it out of his underwear and rubbing it on my hot, soaked pussy.
Even just the head feels huge, and I’m worried it’s going to hurt when he slides it inside of me.
The thought of his penis being too big for me both scares and arouses me. I want to see how much of him I can take before it’s too much, too painful. I need to show him that I’m not weak.
He lies flat on me, slowly pushing the tip inside. Even though I don’t have full sensation inside of my vagina, I can tell that he’s thick enough to be stretching me significantly.
“Fuck, you’re so tight,” he says, his voice a low, guttural whisper.
He slides in just a little bit at a time, truly trying to feel every inch of the depth of my pussy until he’s all the way inside of me.
At first, it does hurt a bit. I panic a little, terrified at how much it will hurt when he starts to move more quickly.
I can feel his cock pulsing inside me, and there’s something about that primal sensation that makes my pussy so wet with every little throb. My vagina squeezes him lightly, like our bodies are learning each other’s language. We’re becoming in sync and our heartbeats are aligning.
At first, there’s no more movement. We’re suspended in the moment, feeling the inner workings of our bodies as they relearn each other. They’re remembering the way that bodies do, in a frequency that only they can understand.
I’m no longer afraid of the pain, whether it was ever a real threat or not. I want whatever it is that he’s here to give me. He came here with a purpose, and he isn’t going to leave until he’s fulfilled it.
“I need you to control yourself,” he says in a low voice, stroking my cheek with his left hand as he slides his cock out of me, then in again.
After the third or fourth thrust, I can feel him hitting my cervix with the head of his cock. He’s so much taller than me that I don’t know how I expected him to fit perfectly inside of me, but the length of him that does fit is causing the lower part of my belly to feel warm and electric the faster he goes.
“What do you mean? To control myself?” I ask, growing breathless.
“You’ll know.”
He moves his hips upward slightly, shifting the angle of my vagina and causing his cock to hit the front wall of my vagina with more precision. It feels overpowering, like a pain that can only bring pleasure if you allow it to hurt you long enough. It’s just a matter of knowing how long to let it keep hurting.
But I want it.
I want to find out.
He begins to thrust faster, sitting up and lifting my lower body up onto his hips as he starts to really fuck me.