I widen my thighs in invitation. “All spread.”
“Pussy wet?”
“Ah, yeah.”
“Touch yourself. Let me know for sure.”
I slide my hand down my body and moan when I find myself slippery wet. My God, I am so aroused, I’m ready to climax again. I roll my finger over my swollen clit, and I quiver from head to toe.
“Soaked,” I murmur.
“Jesus, I wish I could fucking see you touching yourself.” His breathing changes, becomes rough and labored. Is he visualizing me touching myself? Does that turn him on? “Hands above your head,” he commands in a soft voice.
Ooh, that’s different. I reach up and grip the rails. “Hands are exactly where you want them,” I say.
The bed dips as he climbs on, and slides over me. “You want my cock?”
“Yesss,” I hiss, as his lips crash over mine and muffle the sound. He kisses me hard, deeply, like a man who’s been deprived of human contact. His hands touch me all over, slide up and down my arms, stroke my face, and shape my sides. His fingers move to my breasts, and he brushes the underside as I kiss him back, and savor the sweet taste of him, as our tongues play. His full weight presses me deeper into the mattress, and he shifts, his cock probing my opening.
I put my legs around him and lift my hips. “Please,” I beg. “I need you to fuck me.”
“You need to come, again?”
“God, you have no idea how much I want to come again.”
He slides a hand between our bodies, and inches a thick finger into me. “I have a bit of an idea,” he says with a chuckle.
I move against his finger as his thick cock indents my thigh. “I don’t think I’m the only one who needs to come.”
“You’re right.”
“Then please put you—”
Before I can finish the sentence he powers into me, driving so high and deep, I swear to God, my back teeth just rattled. He hits my cervix, and holy hell I almost climax again.
“This what you want?” he asks, and goes still, his cock stretching me in glorious ways.
“God, yes,” I cry out, and nip at his shoulder and ear. He’d have a little bruise on both those places tomorrow—if this was real.
He grunts and pulls back. I cry as he almost slips free but then he pistons back inside me. I gasp. No man, not that I’ve been with a lot, has ever hit me so deeply before. He does it repeatedly, sliding past my G-spot, and hitting my cervix with his crown as his pelvis stimulates my clit with each thrust. It’s the perfect trifecta, but then his mouth leaves mine and he wraps those hot lips around my nipple. The second he does, I know I’m a goner. Lost. Down for the count. All pleasure centers in my core, and I completely submit to it.
My senses explode, like rockets blasting off into the night. I can’t see, hear, or speak. I can only feel a full body orgasm that strips away every thought I’d ever had, allowing me to focus solely on the most intense pleasure I’ve ever experienced.
I wrap my arms around him, my sex clenching hard around his beautiful cock, as I curl in tight.
“Jesus,” he whispers as he holds me in a possessive way, absorbing the waves crashing over me. My body finally stops spasming, and I move my hips, wanting more…everything.
He jerks his hips forward, changing the rhythm and pace as he chases his own orgasm, and I hold him tight. “Yes,” I say.
His breathing changes, and he buries his face in my neck, kissing and sucking on my skin, like we’re teenagers partaking in a hickey fest. Not that I ever did that. Much.
“I’m right there.”
“I want to feel it,” I say, and let loose a cry at his first sweet pulse. He goes still deep inside me, his body damp, his muscles rolling beneath my fingers. He spasms and pulses and grunts as he depletes himself, and I love all the real, honest, raw sex noises he’s making. There is definitely nothing flowery about this man.
He finally stops and his lips find mine. His kisses are softer now, less hurried, and I melt against his tenderness.
“You good?” he asks.