Grabbing her hips, I angle her just right to line myself up with her opening. As I do, she sucks in a breath, and I dip my hips to enter her. I hiss, “Fuck, you’re tight,” closing my eyes at the feeling, and push farther into her before pausing and saying, “I’ll go slow.”
“Don’t. Please.” She writhes under me.
My eyes open and see her watching me with hazy, lust-filled eyes.
The beat of my heart is begging me to take my time and enjoy this, but my head is loving what she is saying and screaming at me to thrust in. Take her. Claim her.
“I don’t want to break you. I want to pleasure you. Treasure you, remember you.”
“Oh. You are, but I want to come.” She smiles, her hips lifting ever so slightly to welcome me.
I inch in a little more at her movement, her walls warm, and I wait for her to adjust to me before thrusting.
“Please. Give me more. I want all of you,” she says around a moan, pulling a matching one from my chest as her pussy clamps around me.
As I lean forward, her arms wrap around my shoulders. Her eyes fall closed, and I whisper, “I know, and I got you.”
I thrust all the way in, stretching her completely. And her reaction is perfection. Her back arches, her breasts pointed at the ceiling, a raspy gasp leaving her mouth and turning into a long moan.
I groan, loving the way she fits around me like a vice, snuggling tightly around my cock. I want to move so badly, but I need to wait for her body to relax, until I know she has loosened to the feel of me.
She kicks her feet up onto my ass, instructing me to move. I smirk, loving the little commands she’s giving me.
“Open your eyes,” I say and watch her flutter her lashes open.
I want to see her as we come together. Keeping our gazes locked, I pull out of her and thrust back inside to the hilt. The sensation causes a spasm to run through me, my cock already feeling heavy and ready for release.
As I continue to thrust at a pace to draw out her pleasure, her walls tighten around me, and her nails claw at my shoulders, digging in, silently begging me to let her come.
“Your tight pussy is milking my cock. Do you feel how good we fit together?”
She moans loudly, but I don’t get an answer.
“This pussy is mine.”
“Yes.God. Yes, Marc.”
Those words are music to my ears, but I’m not ready for her to orgasm yet. I want to join her. So, I simply say, “No.”
I pump my hips harder, deeper, craving every scrape from her nails. I want her to leave marks as memories of this perfect night.
My body is perspiring, and I’m puffing with every thrust, not from exertion but restraint. I’m struggling to hold on, and as her walls keep tightening around me and her moans get louder, I’m not sure I can hold back much longer.
“Marc. So close…Yes.”
She lets out a frustrated groan, but holds back, her walls squeezing harder on my cock. I feel like I’m about to blow again.
“Are you ready?” I grunt. Needing her to be.
“Y-yesss,” she stammers.
Thank fuck.
“Come. Now.”
As the wave of orgasm rips through her, causing her body to arch and shake beneath me, her screams of my name are my last moment of sanity. I’m done for. My balls tighten, and I spill into her with a roar, continuing to move until we are both finished and breathing heavily. As I pull out, she quivers under me, pulling me closer. I drop my forehead to hers, pressing a soft kiss to her lips before collecting myself and inching back to discard the condom.
I bring a washcloth back with me, and her brows pinch together as she asks, “What are you doing?”