She does, tentative touches like she hasn’t done this before, or maybe in a long time. It made me wonder how long it had been since she’d been with somebody.
I guided her head up so I could look her in the eyes. “You feel amazing.”
She lit up and surged forward to kiss me again, all the previous caution gone.
As the kiss deepened, she crawled fully onto me, a leg sliding over my thigh and brushing against my leaking cock. I felt her wetness against my skin, and it was fucking glorious. My head fell back against the pillow as I groaned.
She started sucking little open mouth kisses on the underside of my jaw, and I clutched at her hips, maneuvering her until she was on top of me. This time she pulled back, blinking at me while her breath escaped in quick soft puffs against my skin.
She was holding back or nervous, which wasn’t good. I took charge, rolling us over, so I was on top, her legs falling open around my hips. I rested on my elbows to keep most of my weight off of her.
As quickly as I could, I grabbed the condom out of my pants and put it on before I returned to the bed. Her hands pulled at me greedily. It wasn’t an effort to comply.
My head fell forward in a mix of pleasure and disbelief at how wet she was. It was an easy slide into her, and it took considerable effort to slow down. I wanted to last.
“Ok?” I asked because I needed to know.
Her urgent nod was accompanied by a drawn-out moan, encouraging me. To ensure I’d gotten the message, she wrapped her legs around me, digging her heels in to urge me forward. This woman was glorious.
Taking the hint, I pushed in all the way, reveling in the feel of her around me. There was hardly anywhere we weren’t touching, yet I wanted more.
As I moved inside of her, her eyes fluttered closed. She bared her neck as she arched into me, pulling me closer. I buried my nose into the juncture between neck and shoulder, nipping at the heated skin.
She was gripping me. From her arms to her thighs to her sweet center, I was trapped, and it was fucking incredible.
Sweat started to collect between us, the sounds of our bodies moving against each other accompanying the rough chorus of our panting.
I was moving faster now. Pleasure building in my gut. Pulsing within me.
She was unwinding beneath me, head tossed back, taking and giving in equal measure.
My thoughts were frantic. They slipped past my tongue as quickly as they occurred to me. “Feel so good. So sexy. You don’t even know, do you?”
Her breath was coming in gasps. In. Out. Quick. Shallow. She trembled beneath me. Powerful. Precious.
She tapped at my shoulder. Tried to speak through her whimpers.
I slowed, allowing her to catch her breath. Tried to catch my own.
“Can we?” Her head tipped back against the pillow. Licked her lips. “Can we take a break?”
“Of course.” There was a bead of sweat collected at her collarbone, and I gently kissed it away, tasting the salty sweetness of her skin before I pushed up and fell beside her on the bed. There was a lingering shakiness in my thighs. Seemed I could use a break myself.
Her voice was barely above a whisper, but her gratitude was undeniable. “Thank you.”
Turning onto my side, I let my eyes take in her naked body. Her chest quickly rose as she took in deep breaths, and her skin was flushed from the waist up. Lips red and swollen. Barely parted. Tongue reaching out to wet them. She was stunning.
The room was hot, sweat coating my temple, abs, thighs. “Would you like a glass of water?”
She nodded slow, half dazed. I stole one more kiss and then made my way into the kitchen. The first glass I quickly downed myself before refilling the glass and heading back into her bedroom.
One arm was thrown above her head, wiping the sweat from her brow, and one leg was bent, resting on the bed. She looked blissed out, and I swelled with pride, knowing I was the cause.
“Here.” I slid into the bed, back against the wall, and she sat up next to me to take the glass, which she drank quickly, moaning her appreciation. I couldn’t help but smile.
Even if we didn’t do anything else, this might be one of the more enjoyable evenings I’d spent with a woman.
She finished drinking and placed the glass on the nightstand, taking a silent moment to breathe. “I can’t believe you’re in my bed right now,” she said, her voice just above a whisper.
