Faith
At once his arms are around me, and the kiss turns fierce. I can feel thewantin every stroke of his lips on mine. He pulls me backwards, back towards my still unmade bed so we can muss it up some more.
Could this work?Previously, the smallest dick I ever had was like four, four and a half inches. And that was when I was making my sexual debut, so I figured anything would pinch. Two and a half inches…
…might be doable.
Hesure as hell is.
And Damon seems like a nice enough guy that…wow,he’s a good kisser…if it doesn’t work out, he won’t make me feel bad or inadequate at least. And if thisdoeswork out…
I don’t want to get my hopes too high just yet.
Oh my god, the way he’s cupping my face is making my knees weak, especially with the low growl that escapes from his throat. It makes me feel cherished, valued independently of what we’re doing. Something about this man is coiling around my heart like vines, and they can stay there as far as I’m concerned.
He guides me back down to the mattress with a very gentle shove, before dropping to his knees and slowly lifting the skirt of my dress, letting the silky jersey material caress the skin of my thighs.Nice move…damn, he’s good. He lets out a rumbly groan and lightly bites my inner thigh when he sees that I’m not wearing any underwear. “Were you pantsless all evening?” he murmurs
I could lie and say yes to appear all sexy and cool, but he’s been so fearlessly honest with me that I don’t want to lie to him about anything, ever. “Um…no. Just since this morning.”
He gives me a lazy, sexy look. I get the impression he’s better at this stuff than he gives himself credit for. “Probably just as well. I might have gone feral if you had and I’d realised. Given upper management something to think about.”
I giggle. “Our next appraisals would have been…interesting,woah,” I jump and gasp as his tongue drags all the way up my seam, tasting how wet and horny he’s made me. He groans again and starts eating me out in earnest, licking the exact right places in the perfect order. His mouth is doing mindblowingly perfect and amazing things to my pussy, and I’m torn between desperation to come and desperation for this to last forever, becauseJeeeeeeesusI’ve never had it so good.
His mastery at oral places him very firmly in charge, though. He guides me into an intense, electric orgasm with the messy precision of Bruce Hornsby playingThe Way It Ison the piano. Shut up, it’s my favourite song.
“Good?” he asks with a chuckle as I finally stop squealing and thrashing around under his hands.
“SO BLOODY GOOD,” I gasp. “How did you learn how todothat?”
He grins. “Quick learner. And when you’re under-endowed, you have to have something to offer your partner.” So matter-of-fact. So honest. The trust I feel with this man is like nothing I’ve ever felt before.
I sit up and rest my forehead against his. “You have plenty to offer,” I tell him tenderly. Damon closes his eyes and leans into me as though relieved I feel this way. It touches my heart again.
Wordlessly, I reach down and undo his belt, followed by the button and zip on his trousers. He goes still, holding his breath, visibly steeling himself for my reaction.
And there he is. Two and a half inches long and pulsing with desire for me. Yes, he’s small, but he’s also aesthetically perfect, smooth and hard as marble, perfectly shaped, and entirely beautiful to me. I’m filled with delicious anticipation.
I might actually get to enjoy this.
The uncertain, almost apologetic look he’s giving me is breaking me. I cup his cock and rub, leaving him in no doubt of how I feel, and a shiver runs through him. “You’re perfect,” I murmur, kissing him and tasting my own release on his lips. It reminds me of the amazing tongue work he just treated me to, and I’ve honestly never been hornier in my life. My bajingo is tingling and fizzing and heating with need, and I’m done waiting.
I lift my dress over my head, leaving me naked at last, and he hurriedly pulls the rest of his clothes off until he is too. He’s got a nice body—not muscle bound, but lightly defined enough to let me know he works out. He lowers himself over me, and I automatically open my legs until they cradle his body, moving feverishly against him. “Please,” I beg as he brushes my hair away from my face.
“Fuck,” he bursts out, hesitating but starting to pant with need, “I don’t have any of my condoms. I have to have…a certain type.”
I shake my head. “I’m on the pill, and I tested negative after my last partner,” I say quickly, not willing to letanythingget in the way of fucking him.
“Me too. Regular checks. You sure you want this?” I can feel him starting to probe into me, and I want this more than anything, I’m not afraid, there’s no pinch and no pain and Iwant him NOWNOWNOW.
“Yes,” I plead, digging my fingers into his tight buttcheeks—god that arse is perfect—and guide him all the way in.
I feel so full of him, but it doesn’t hurt.It. Doesn’t. Hurt!I almost start to cry with sheer joy and relief, and then he gasps and flicks his hips again, andoh my god, that feels wonderful. I hear myself moaning keenly for him, unable to help it.
“Ohfuckohfuckohfuck,” he breathes, “you’re sotight, I’ve never felt anything so…GOD,you feel good…” His hips keep thrusting inside me, and he’s hitting my g spot just right, dragging against it just amazinglyright. The fabulous friction is making me shake and pant and the pleasure is building sharply and I’m dizzy, my tiny pussy is alive and getting fuckedright, at last, and…and…
It’s too much. I let out a long, whining moan of delirious ecstasy, feeling my pussy clutching onto his dick, the perfect dick for me, pulling on him until he joins me. He shouts out his pleasure as he finds his own release inside me, filling me with warmth, with part of himself.
A couple of tears of sheer relief escape my eyes. I just did the impossible and had fantastic sex. Damon is mine now. I thought I could never have this. But I did, and I can, and no way am I letting go of the best sex of my life.
