“What do you want, Princess?”
My voice was ragged when I spoke. “I want you–but Jonah, I’m holding you to your promise. Make it your best,” I said as he gripped my hips and drove his cock in.
I felt my skin ignite at his push, a searing pain followed by sweet pleasure as my body took time to adjust. “God,” he muttered, moving over me, his body towering over mine while I lifted my hips breathlessly. “You feel incredible, Lexi.”
Even though I’d expected Jonah to be big, he still surprised me. My body tensed at first, but as he eased in bit by bit, I found it becoming easier, even pleasurable. He was definitely much bigger than Dylan.
“Hey,” he said, his voice low and gentle as he looked down at me. “Focus on me. On this moment. It’ll get easier.”
He seemed to sense it had been a long time, and he slowed down his movements, his hips rolling more gently, giving me time to adjust. My hands fisted the sheets on either side of me as I wrapped my legs around him again, feeling him go deeper. “Yes,” I breathed out, “this feels good.Youfeel good, Jonah.”
In response, he kissed me, gently teasing my lips so that I hardly felt the pain of him stretching my walls out.
“And for tonight, you’re mine, Lexi. All mine.”
I whimpered as he gradually built up the pace, my fingers tangling in his dirty blonde hair as I arched my back against him, seeking the pleasure I’d denied myself for so long.
“God, you’re fucking amazing,” he muttered as I gasped.
His voice was low and reverent as he praised me. “Tell me you want more, beautiful,” he said, between thrusts. “You’re so pretty, I don’t think I could ever stop.”
“I won’t let you stop,” I gasped as he thrust again, this time bending lower to capture my mouth. My nails dug into his back as he moved in and out of me, steadily building the tempo.
I was writhing as I felt myself go closer to the peak again. Jonah increased his speed and angled himself so that he hit a certain sensitive spot in me that made me moan out loud.
“You’re special, Lexi, did you know that?” he murmured. “You fit me perfectly, like no other woman ever has. I could stay like this forever, beautiful.”
I whimpered helplessly as I felt every hard inch of him in me, possessing me like I was his.
And there it was, my second orgasm waiting to wash over me. When it finally did, I cried out his name, my thighs quivering as I went over the edge. Every nerve in me was alive as the built-up tension rolled off me in one delicious wave.
His own climax was right there and a few quick paced thrusts later, and he came with a raspy grunt, his body stretching taut for a second while he spilled into me.
When he fell back down on top of me, making sure to place his elbows down first, we faced each other, spent and satisfied.
“That was….” I hunted around for words. My back-to-back orgasms had scrambled my brain.
“Mind blowing,” he finished, cupping my face with his hands and giving me a long, lingering kiss.
It felt good to be kissed after sex. It felt good to have him take his time, even though I knew the clock was now ticking. He rolled away briefly to dispose of the condom in the trash bin beside the bed, then settled back next to me. I nestled my head against his shoulder, allowing myself a few minutes to enjoy this closeness.
Even now, I couldn’t stop staring at his beautiful body as I traced a lazy path down his shoulder to his chest.
“I knew it would be like this,” he murmured.
It had been a long time since I’d had sex, and no doubt I was tight—which I was sure explained his enthusiasm.
I could see the way he was hung, his cock semi-soft, but slowly hardening while we lay in bed, our naked bodies facing each other. His was a body used to pleasures such as these. Tomorrow there’d be someone else, I was sure.
As though he sensed I was getting distant, he dipped his head and languidly kissed my breast, trailing kisses all the way up to my cleavage and my neck. I admired how confident he was, even naked, and how he didn’t shy away from letting me ogle him.
“I’m guessing you like what you see,” he said, peppering kisses down my neck as I closed my eyes. Why did I have to leave?
He pulled me closer and kissed me deeply, sensuously on my lips. His body angled over mine, coming on top of me as though he was getting ready for round two.
“Very,” I said against his lips, letting him kiss me leisurely, his hand cupping my head while he brought me closer against him.
This was good. Too good, I thought, as my hands roved through his hair. He deepened the kiss, sliding his tongue in, and I could feel his heart beating against my breasts. Our bodies joined at every possible point, my skin damp and his body hot with need.
