“D-don’t stop!” I ordered, clenching my thighs tightly around his head. The fear of cutting off hisairway didn’t even occur to me. A feeling that began deep in my pelvis washed over my entire body, and I began shaking, my orgasm consuming all of me. I did my best to surrender to the orgasm, still feeling Eric lapping up the juices that flowed from me. I turned my head into my pillow, letting out the biggest moan I can remember ever doing. When it ended, I fell back against my bed, breathing hard and more satiated than I’d ever felt.
I opened my eyes to see Eric’s stern face looking down at me.
“You’re fucking fascinating to look at when you come.” His voice was thick, full of awe. He moved, pushing down the black boxer briefs he wore, and the longest cock I’ve ever seen sprang out.
“Holy shit!” My eyes were glued to the thick, veiny snake staring back at me, pointed in the exact direction it was intended for.
Wordlessly, Eric reached over me for his wallet. He removed a condom, then sat back, hand holding the condom, reaching for me.
“Put it on me, Angel,” he ordered.
I sat stunned for a moment, then with trembling hands, I retrieved the gold wrapper from him. Ripping it open, I removed the slippery latex, pinching the tip, and pausing to stare up at Eric. His eyes were sharp, waiting for me to finish this task. His chest rose and fell in rapid succession, telling of his eagerness. I dared to let my eyes fall from his and stare, again, at the monster between his legs. Swallowing, I reached out, placing the tip of the condom on him and then looking up at him, as I rolled the condom down, sheathing him.
Gripping both of my wrists in his hands, he pushed me back to the bed, kissing me as we fell. He moved his hips, aligning his cock with my opening. He bit my lower lip at the same time he breached my entrance. The fire that had burned low, after being nearly extinguished from my first orgasm, began to grow in my belly again. It was a slow burn though, due to Eric’s slow penetration. He moved centimeter by centimeter, allowing me time to adjust to his length and girth. But time wasn’t what I wanted.
“Eric, hurry!” I demanded in between kisses.
“You feel too good to rush.”
I moaned in anguish at his reluctance to fill me up. I broke my wrists free of his grip, wrapping my hands around him, my fingernails digging into the skin of his back, urging him. He grinned down at me but continued, slowly, until our pelvises touched, and he filled me up completely. I had no idea what I was thinking, rushing him. I felt filled to the hilt.
A cocky expression covered his face.
“See what you get for rushing,” he dared to gloat. He didn’t wait for me to respond before he pulled out of me and then thrust back in, this time much quicker than the first time. Every bit of oxygen I had in my body was pushed out of me. He did it again, and again I struggled for air.
“Mmmm,” I finally managed to get out. The feeling of fullness gradually ebbed into a deep sense of bliss. The more he thrust into me, the top of his cock rubbed against my clitoris every time he entered me. I continued to dig my fingers into the skin of his back, needing something to hold on to.
“That feel good?” he asked before biting down on my earlobe.
“Unh-hunh,” I answered, too tongue-tied to respond with actual words. Lifting my legs, I wrapped them around his waist. We grinded against one another’s body, wringing out pleasure I’ve never encountered before. Our lips smacked against one another’s and the bed squeaked as Eric jolted it when he penetrated me. We moved in unison, creating our own little dance, which felt as if it had been made just for us. I don’t know how much longer it took, but I felt that same welling up deep in my pelvic area and knew my orgasm was imminent. Breaking my lips from his, I moved my head back and opened my mouth on a silent cry as my second orgasm flooded every cell in my body.
Moments later, I felt our bodies move, rolling over until I was on top and Eric laid beneath me. Though I was spent, I knew he didn’t orgasm yet, and I wanted to make him feel at least half as good as he made me feel.
“Ride me,” he said.
Doing as requested, I braced my arms?which still felt like jelly from my orgasm?against his chest and sat up. Eric reached up, squeezed my breasts in each one of his hands, and pinched my nipples. I gasped at the pain-turned-pleasure of his ministrations. I began moving my hips, lifting and falling on his thick cock, squeezing my pelvic muscles to tighten around him.
“Shit,” he murmured at the same time his hands tightened around my breasts.
I reached my hands down, bracing his arms to give myself some leverage, and continued riding him like my life depended on it. At that moment, I was pretty sure it did. The smacking of flesh against flesh echoed around the room, along with a mix of moans. A short while later, I felt him swell inside of me, and I looked down at him.
“Come with me,” he growled.
I had no idea it was possible, but somehow his words managed to wring a third orgasm out of me. My climax ripped through me, my hips moving wildly against him, my hands gripping his arms tightly. Eric’s hands remained on my breasts, squeezing as his body jerked. All the while, our eyes remained locked on one another’s. It was the most intimate, passionate thing I’ve ever experienced, staring into my lover’s eyes as we both came.
****
The following morning, I walked out of my bathroom, dressed in my black silk robe. My lips spread when I saw Eric still resting comfortably in my bed. His bottom half was covered in the light pink sheets on my bed, while his top half was bare, his broad back exposed, allowing me to ogle it. His spine rose and fell as he breathed. It was then that I saw a scar that ran about halfway down his back, curving around the side. When I moved in closer, I gasped, covering my mouth with my hand. A feeling of embarrassment overcame me as I saw higher up on his back were fresh nail marks, obviously from my doing the night before.
“What’s the matter?” he asked, voice groggy with sleep.
“I didn’t mean to wake you.”
“I’ve been awake for a while. Even heard you singing in the shower.”
I dipped my head. “What’d you think of it?”
“Don’t quit your day job, Angel,” he retorted.
