He set me down right into the middle of it and walked over to the light switch against the wall. Except it wasn’t really so much a light switch as much as it was an entire light board.
He fiddled with it for a moment, going to the dimmer dial first. There were a few seconds of frustration as they seemed to do everything except what he wanted, but after that, the lights all dimmed until only a few were glowing in a dreamy, star like haze.
“That’s better,” he said, crossing back over to me.
Even in the low light, I could see his bulge straining against the fabric of his boxers, very obviously eager to meet me. I had to admit, I definitely returned the favor, licking my lips eagerly.
I hadn’t felt so alive in ages. Every nerve in my body was standing on end, waiting for his touch, waiting for him to light up my brain like the fourth of July. And when his first knee set on the bed, I swear my sense of touch heightened that much further.
He posted himself over me, placing a chaste kiss on my lips, before slowly sliding down my body, peppering little pecks all over. He waited until just before I started to feel impatient, before finally settling over me and positioning himself at my entrance.
I already felt myself clenching with nervousness, even though I was so incredibly ready for him to be inside of me. Breathing deeply, I forced myself to relax as he started to slide forward.
To his credit, he went slowly, only progressing when I nodded that it was alright to go deeper. It was slow progress, but after a minute, maybe two, he was completely sheathed inside of me.
“Oh my God,” I gasped, my whole body feeling stretched to the absolute limit.
“And I haven’t even moved yet,” he said, smirking down at me.
“Please don’t,” I said, gasping. “At least not yet. I need a moment to adjust.”
“Take as long as you need,” he answered before kissing the top of my forehead. “I’m in no hurry.”
“Thanks.” I couldn’t help but worry that this was unsexy, that the fact that I wasn’t some experienced sex kitten would completely turn him off.
“Has it been a while?” He asked, stoking my hair. I couldn’t believe how kind he was being. While none of my sexual experiences had been out and out terrible, the two non-relationships hook ups I’d had hadn’t exactly been that romantic either.
“A little over a year.”
“Really?” He looked surprised at that. “How does a beautiful woman such as yourself manage that?”
“A bunch of extenuating, unsexy circumstances,” I answered with a laugh. I felt a strange flutter within me and I noticed that the painful stretching had eased, leaving only a sort of fullness that I hadn’t experiences before. “I think I’m ready,” I said, rolling my hips experimentally.
“Are you sure?”
I brought my legs up to cross behind his back, my heels forcing him to rock forward slightly. But instead of pain, I just felt blissful friction. “Yeah, I’m sure.”
“Good girl,” he said, smiling down at me wickedly before taking the lead.
He wasn’t kidding when he said he knew what he was doing. He delivered ten or so hard, sharp thrusts in a row, making me gasp with each one, before stopping and switching to a sort of circular motion with his hips.
If someone had described it to be just yesterday, I would say that it sounded like some ridiculous porno move, but now I was able to personally attest that it was quite effective. The change allowed me to never get used to a rhythm, to always be on edge and not sure what to expect next. And I absolute loved that.
James seemed to be enjoying it as well, harsh breaths or deep grunts escaping from his mouth every so often as the perfect base to my alto whines. His hips were like a jackhammer, pistoning into me without a moment’s mercy. But I didn’t want any mercy. I wanted him to thoroughly spend me until we both were just boneless bags of jelly.
And we were well on our way, every thrust into me causing my abdomen to clench while the rest of me was lost to the intense pleasure. Our bodies moved both against and with each other, surging, bucking, taking and receiving, until finally that white-hot wall of pleasure crumbled down around me and I was launched into the atmosphere.
I didn’t have words to describe the noise that came out of my mouth, but it was certainly a joyous one. This climax was even better than the one on the couch, and for a moment I was worried that I was going to leave my body entirely.
But all good things must come to an end, it seemed, and I floated back into my body gasping and covered in sweat. James was resting partially on top of me, partially on the mattress, but not enough to impede my breathing or make me uncomfortable.