She stands, pulling herself up to her full height. “I want to.”
I lean down to kiss her, and before my lips even make contact, she’s working on my drawstring.
“You’re a determined little thing, aren’t you?” I nip her bottom lip with my teeth before kissing her, long and deep.
She unties my shorts, and I shove them down. My cock springs free, and her fingertips glide over the head, sending a bolt of ecstasy straight to my brain. I’m so close to coming, I’d probably blow my load the instant her lips touch me.
Tink gives me an appreciative once-over. “I guess it’s true what they say about guys with big hands.”
“They wear big gloves?”
She tosses her head back and gifts me another one of those deep, throaty laughs. “Something like that.”
I grab a condom from the nightstand, open it, and roll it on. “Do you trust me?”
“Yes.”
“Good.” I kiss her, soft and slow. “Get on the bed and brace your hands on the headboard.”
She does as I ask, and I position myself behind her. “Have I told you yet how much I love your ass?” I ask, rubbing my palms over the firm globes.
“Definitely not.” She wiggles her butt, the little tease, and I give it a gentle slap. “Oh!” She pauses. “Do that again.”
I smack her a little harder this time, and a spot of color blooms from the point of impact. I rub my thumb over the area and then I dip down to drop a kiss in the same spot.
“We’re going to go slow, just like before,” I say, lining my cock up with her entrance. “You’re in control here. You tell me what feels good, okay?”
She nods, glancing back over her shoulder to smile at me. She looks far more relaxed than when we entered the room.
A solid orgasm tends to have that effect.
I grip her hips and push into her slowly, my cock sinking into her wet heat one inch at a time. She’s so damn tight, the condom isn’t doing much to reduce sensation.
Normally, that would be a good thing, but I have to go slow. She needs time to adjust to my size, and I’ll be damned if I’m not going to try giving her another orgasm before I come.
Without warning, Tink shifts. My cock slides home, my hips slamming into her ass.
Fuck, it feels good.
Pleasure zips up my spine, and my vision blurs at the edges. I don’t dare move. If I do, I might come.
I spit on my right hand and reach around Tink. If she can have a second orgasm, I’m pretty sure this is the way to draw it out.
She gasps when my slick finger glides over her swollen clit. “You like that?”
“Yes.” She nods vigorously. “Don’t stop.”
Thank God we’re on the same page.
I move my other hand from her hip, and brace it on the headboard, above hers. Then I lose myself in her, every thrust taking me higher. Every whimper urging me on as I work her body from both sides.
Our hips crash together, the slap of bare flesh an erotic soundtrack that only adds to the moment.
“I’m going to come.”
Pride fills my chest, and I thrust deeper, harder, willing her over the edge of oblivion.
“Good girl. You’re taking me so well, Tink. You’re going to come all over my cock, and it’s going to feel so fucking good for both of us.”
