I nodded.
“I mean it,” he said.
“Okay,” I agreed.
He lowered himself to me as more pressure entered me and his dick slid inside. Pressure. Not pain.
I gasped and spread my legs wider, wrapping them around his waist as he pushed himself fully inside me. Guy buried his face in the crook of my neck and groaned.
“Fuck,” he growled. “You feel so good.”
He panted for breath as I relaxed around him.
“So do you,” I said.
“No pain?” he asked.
I shook my head. “None.”
“Good,” he said and started to move inside me.
The way his dick felt inside me… It was so much better than my dildos. The real thing was eons better, and I was loving every blissful second of it. Every motion of his cock sliding inside my sex worked on building another orgasm. His hips grinding against mine helped to grow it faster.
Then I got a wild idea in my head. I wanted to replay my fantasy… in a way.
“I want to be on top,” I said in Guy’s ear.
His movements faltered and then he met my gaze. “Seriously?”
I nodded.
He smiled. “Aren’t you full of surprises.”
I giggled. “You’ve seen nothing yet.”
In a matter of a few seconds, Guy was on his back, and I hovered above him. I braced myself over him, allowing my sex to dance along the tip of his dick. I moved in a way that teased him, allowing the tip to tantalize my wet pussy, and vice versa.
“Not bad,” he groaned out as he rolled his eyes. “Not bad at all.”
His fingers dug into my ass as he played along, aiding in the tease.
“Thank you,” I said and sat up, sliding his dick inside me as I moved.
Guy’s hands moved up my sides to my breasts, gripping and squeezing them as rocked my hips back and forth. Goosebumps prickled along my skin as I continued to move, rocking and twisting my hips, brushing my clit on his skin as I moved, coaxing another orgasm to start.
I leaned forward, rocking against him even more, grinding my hips against his. My breaths came shorter as pleasure coursed through my nerves. Within minutes, my orgasm hit. Guy bucked his hips into me, helping me keep the rhythm through my rush of pleasure.
Once it started to fade, Guy squeezed me to him and rolled me to my back, without missing a beat or pulling out of me, he kept moving. His motions quickened and came with more force. He grunted as he pushed deep into me.
His face became a mask of concentration and I wondered what was going on until his face contorted and hot liquid spilled into me. He shuddered as he continued to move and I was fascinated, observing his orgasm.
Not much later, we laid together, side by side, intertwined in each other’s arms. I worked to catch my breath and replayed everything over and over in my head. My lips stretched into a smile that grew wider with every flash of memory and sensation.
“So…” Guy said. “Was it everything you thought it would be?”
I shook my head, settled my gaze on his, and smiled. “No. It was so much better.”
He chuckled and ran his fingers through my hair before placing a kiss on the center of my forehead. “Are you sore?”