“I’m here,” I said huskily, putting one of my hands on his cheek as he had with me.
He gave a shiver and I saw his face contort in pain and grief. “Oh, Spirits, I love you Amber!” And suddenly he’d pulled me close, his other arm going around me. It was amazing how gentle he could be, how warm and loved I felt while held by those massive, muscled arms. He wept as he poured his heart out to me. “I know you said we would always be casual, that it meant nothing, that you like my body and I liked yours and we should do something about that. You always had the right words, that casual caring grace and wonderful softness I needed. Oh Spirits, Amber. After our first time I was hooked. I needed you, I loved you. I should have said something, I should have told you. My heart is… I… You were everything…”
“I know,” I whispered. “I love you too.” I was being her, but in that moment, I was also caught up in his words to me, even if they weren’t to me.
“I was always a healer, but only of physical wounds. You were a balm on my soul, the caring and comfort I needed when the world got confused and torn. I love you so much!” He was blubbering now, holding me close. I held him as best I could, given his hugeness.
“I love you too,” I whispered again.
Then, suddenly his lips were on mine, hard and needful, pushing and opening. I responded, caught up in his passion, surprising myself with how much I liked how this felt. No man had ever been this rough with me, this hard and forward and…
He pulled back suddenly, eyes opening.
“I’m sorry,” he said. “Legs, I…”
“You want to hold her one last time, be with her?”
“Yes, but—”
“Then do it. Be with me, like you would with her.”
“But you can’t…”
“That is my choice,” I said, voice hushed but firm. Perhaps I was just a bit too caught up in his professions of love, but I was feeling desired and needed. And a growing part of me wasverycurious as — from the corner of my eye — I saw the immensity of his growing erection. I’d never been with a man that big before. I put a hand softly to his face moving it down slowly, encouraging his eyes to close. “Now, close your eyes,” I said, voice trembling, mouth dry, swallowing hard. “And hold me, take me, one last time, my love.”
“Yes,” he breathed.
Then he moved in again, and I lost my breath in a savage kiss. He pushed me back, down to the bed. He was half over me, I felt the press of his weight. His one hand sought the curve of my breast, over my dress and gripped it hard and rough, I gasped, or would have if I’d had any breath to give. My body responded to his need, aching, heating, throbbing with desire to have him close.
Then his lips left mine and I sucked in a long breath, only to have it gasped out again as his hand moved from my breast to my thigh, pushing up the skirt of my dress.
“Yes, take me,” I whispered.
He gave a low chuckle. “You know I won’t fit, not yet,” he said as he shifted his body down, kneeling beside the bed, opening my legs to kiss my thighs, moving up and in and… I gave another gasp as his tongue flicked over my clitoris, Then, his lips pressed hard to my opening, as aggressive and driving with need as he’d been before. And it was exactly what I wanted. I pressed my hands to the tight curls of his dark hair, urging him closer. I felt my folds grow slick, my body flushed, heat pooling deep within me. And he didn’t relent, working with his probing tongue and biting teeth, his demanding lips and the occasional slip of a thick finger he worked upon my entrance with a vigor the likes of which I had never known. I responded with moans and yelps, whispered words of encouragement and breathless gasps as he worked me up and up and up through the soft peak of one orgasm to the body-clenching, aching, screaming bliss of another.
I lay gasping in bewildered bliss as he moved over me again. He removed my dress with astonishing care. I floated on a cloud of ecstasy and hardly noticed. Then he rolled me onto my stomach, pulling me close. I tucked my knees down hard against the edge of the bed as I felt his fingers slip into my folds, first one, then another, then a third, pushing inside me. That was… a lot. One of his thick fingers were half the size of the erections of most of the men I’d been with. Three was… almost too much, but not quite. And as he moved them around and in, probing and curling and spinning I felt myself build to a new and — hopefully — even more amazing orgasm.
Then he removed his fingers, and I ached for the loss, whispering a plaintive, “No, please!”
But I then felt something large — the tip of his erection — press against me and gasped. And as he pushed inside me, I breathed, “yes.” My hands curled into the sheets, grabbing and kneading as he filled me. It was almost too much, I now knew why he’d needed to work with three fingers for so long. Even with just his tip inside me I felt stretched and tight.
His massive hands grabbed my hips and I trembled with the anticipation of what would come next. He gave a series of slow, shallow thrusts, working a bit deeper each time as he grunted with pleasure. I let out a series of muffled screams into the sheets, biting them, eyes wide and body shaking as every slow and powerful inch of his erection pressed deeper and deeper inside me. Given how tightly his massive cock stretched me, I couldn’t imagine the pressure and squeeze he must have been feeling.
And when he was as deep as he could be within me, there was a moment of pain, then an amazing spike of bliss. I jerked and shook for what seemed like an eternity as he simply sat fully within me. I couldn’t tell — head pressing into his bed as it was — but I didn’t even think his entire length was inside me. I couldn’t feel the press of his body to mine. He was just too long and large. And as a powerful wave of ecstasy rocked through me, I found myself going limp and relaxed. This was a new plateau of pleasure I’d never felt before. I trembled faintly, waiting, desperately wanting to experience his hard aggressive thrusts, knowing he hadn’t even really begun yet.
He stayed there, deep and large, as his hands moved up my sides, lifting me. I was pudding, melting in his grip as he easily raised me up to lean against him, hands under my breasts, feeling their weight for a moment before pressing and caressing them.
I let out a shuddering sigh of a moan and felt his body respond to the sound as he grunted and finally began slow, deep thrusts.
One hand moved down from my breasts to press to my clitoris as he moved within me and suddenly, I was on fire once again, stiff and stimulated beyond reason.
“I love you, Amber,” Ant groaned as I felt a massive release shudder through me. I cried out a long, “yes!” and tried to move against him more and more shifting my hips to help with his thrusting as he began to pick up his pace.
I leaned my head back against the wide plateau of his shoulder and whispered, breathless: “Take what you need.”
“Yes,” he whispered in response. Then his hands were on my hips again, as we rocked and moved together, harder, faster.
Then he, finally, let loose upon me.
