I tried to unbuckle his belt smoothly, with mixed success. But I blamed that on the fact that I could feel his erection, that solid line of him straining his zipper already.
He definitely wasn’t lacking in that department. While I wasn’t a size queen, I was a whole lot enticed. Would it hurt? Would I be able to take it in one go?
Dozens of fantasies bloomed in my head, but I tried to keep them at bay because I didn’t want anything to distract me from the moment. The moment that I had been waiting for, for what felt like ages.
Next came his zipper, and I paused once more, looking into his eyes to check in. “Green?” I murmured.
In response, he reached down and unzipped, raising one of his eyebrows devilishly. “Green.”
No one could ever say we weren’t good at communication.
I returned my attention back to where my hands were resting. The only thing between me and his eager length was his underwear.
And unlike women’s underthings, men’s briefs didn’t have to be completely removed. I slid my hand inside and curled my hand around his length as I pulled it out.
Holyfuck.I had been right that he was endowed, but even knowing ahead of time wasn’t quite enough to prepare me. He wasn’t comically large, but he was thicker than anything I’d hadbefore and probably longer too. Veins stood out along his length like a physical declaration of how desperate he was for me.
I tightened my grip slightly, and the full-body shudder that rippled through Ben was more than satisfying. Watching his every move, I gathered the moisture beaded at his tip, then stroked down his shaft.
“Fuck,Giselle,” he gasped, his hips pushing up into my grip. “Your hand’s so soft.”
I blushed at the compliment. I was pretty meticulous about using lotion, but it was still nice to know that something so simple could make Ben feel so good.
But if he liked my hand, well, he was going to lose his mind after my next move.
Normally, I would try to draw the foreplay out a bit, but even after orgasming once, I was eager to keep going, to be filled to bursting until I could taste him on the back of my tongue.
Letting go of him, I reached under my skirt, hooking my fingers around my soaked underwear and sliding them down my legs. I made quick work of the rest of my clothing, until I was naked in front of him.
“God, you’re beautiful,” Ben breathed, and despite my normally lacking self-confidence, I trulyfeltbeautiful. Like a sculpture come to life, admired as I should be.
I wanted to capitalize on that feeling before anxiety or that mean voice in my head could disrupt it, so I climbed back onto the bed, straddling Ben.
As much as I wanted him inside meimmediately,I also didn’t want to rush. Such conflicting desires. I compromised by pressing his cock against his stomach and slowly sliding along it, letting him feel how wet I was.
“Fuck!Giselle!” His hands went to my hips, his fingertips digging in, ten-star points of sensation somewhere between painful and exhilarating. I loved it. Ilovedit.
“Yeah?” I said breathlessly, pointedly ignoring how my thighs and knees were already starting to complain. Ihadbeen pretty physical throughout the day, and I wasn’t exactly athletic, but a little muscle fatigue wouldn’t stop me now.
Not when I could already feel the faint whispers of another climax. Nothing promised yet, more like a soft sigh of possibility.
“I need to be inside you.”
I slid a few more times. Back and forth, back and forth, making both his cock and happy trail slick with my arousal. I watched, captivated as the muscles in Ben’s arms and chest jumped, as if he were straining to hold himself back from justtakingme.
The idea had my brain lighting up like the Fourth of July. I’d always been pretty sure I was a bottom through and through when it came to the bedroom, but the idea of Ben taking over and showing me what was what confirmed it.
Enough teasing.
Knee-walking back just a bit, I gripped him once again, satisfied at the particular combination of sticky and slippery. Carefully, I positioned it, the fat head of his cock resting just against my entrance.
God, he was so fuckinghuge.
“Giselle,” he rasped, his blue eyes so dark they were almost pitch instead of cerulean. “I need it. I needyou.”
I slowly sank down on him. “I need you too.”
Fuck,it was indeed a burning stretch, and a whimper escaped my lips before I could catch it. Ben’s hands instantly went from my hips to my waist, supporting some of my weight for me.
