“Better,” she gasped as he withdrew his fingers only to thrust in once more in a hard, tight stroke. Her sex fluttered, and she felt full, but there was no pain.
Then she processed just how thick the cock in her hand was. Not that she hadn’t seen, touched, and tasted him, but she’d never had his cock in her pussy.
She felt cold, and then the world spun. It took her a moment to process that he’d stood—the loss of his body heat the reason for the cold—and pulled her up with him.
His hands roved her back, probably looking for a zipper.
Nikolett stepped back on wobbly legs that had nothing to do with her injury. Sliding the straps off her shoulders, she shimmied out of the dress, letting it pool at her feet. Then she reached back, unfastening her bra and letting it fall away, leaving her only in the thigh-high stockings.
His gaze raked her mostly naked body. He glanced pointedly at the stockings.
Slowly Nikolett rolled them down and off, carefully watching for a reaction to the reveal of the two large bandages on her injured leg. No reaction.
Eric held out a hand.
She placed her fingers in his palm, this somehow just as intimate as every touch that came before it.
He guided her hands to his waistband, then under it. Nikolett didn’t need encouragement to wrap her fingers around his cock and when she stroked him up and down, Eric shoved his loose pants down and off. His tip was already wet with pre-come. He was hard and heavy in her hand, the skin deliciously velvety.
She wanted him in her mouth, her ass, her pussy. She wanted him to fuck every part of her. Wanted every ridge and vein of him imprinted on her, in her.
She gripped him just below the crown, thumb teasing the slit, smoothing the wetness around the head of his cock.
Eric gripped her wrist, teeth clenched.
“If you make me come and I’m not inside you, I’ll make you clean it up with your mouth.”
He gripped her wrist, squeezing until she released him. Then he tugged her across the room to where a padded bench sat under the window.
Eric dropped down to sit, legs splayed, then crooked a finger at her.
Carefully, Nikolett straddled his thighs, still standing. “Me on top?” she asked.
“I want to kiss you the first time I fuck you. I want to see the look in your eyes the first time my cock is inside your pussy.” He grabbed her ass and yanked her forward, until she was kneeling on the bench, her knees braced by his hips. The head of his cock pressed to her mons.
“You’re too short for that to happen lying down.”
A momentary unease fluttered through her, because Eric wasn’t the first man to call her short recently. She shoved the thought aside.
“Plus, this way you can control how much of my cock you take. For this first time, we need that. Now, look at me, Nikki.”
Wrapping her arms around his neck, she locked gazes with him. Eric reached between them, grabbing his cock and angling it to her pussy. He took a moment to rub her clit with the head, and she swore she could feel the gentle dip of the slit almost cupping her clit.
Then the fat head slid down, spreading her labia open around itself, until it notched at her entrance.
He was big.
Nikolett swallowed, warring urges to slam herself down on him, to force her body to take him all at once, and to go slow, to take him centimeter by centimeter.
Eric’s hands stroked her from knee to ribs and back, a soothing touch. He kissed her softly, lips hovering over hers as their breath mingled.
Nikolett tried to sink down on him, but she’d gotten in her own head, and her vagina was clenched tight. The head pressed in but any more felt impossible.
“I need…” she breathed.
“Pain or submission?” he asked, and the fact that those were his offers made her shiver.
“I don’t know.”
