“You’re perfect,” he murmurs, soaking in my body.
He gestures towards the bed, “Lay down and spread your legs so I can admire you.”
Well, damn.
I step towards the bed, crawl up to the headboard and ease onto my back where I lay, my legs cracked open slightly.
Clay joins me, settling between them still fully clothed as his hands begin to explore up and down my legs, caressing my thighs and pelvis until he makes it back to my slit and dips one finger inside. I already know I’m soaked but when he retrieves his finger with a squishing noise, I moan.
“I want to see you, too.”
“Then take off my clothes,” he says, his gaze locked on mine as his finger continues to work inside of me, pumping, playing, massaging.
I sit up, reaching for the buttons on his shirt and carefully undo them while his fingers slow their movements into lazy strokes. When the shirt’s off I fumble for his pants, unbuttoning and unzipping until they clear his waist and hips, bunching to the side of the bed. He’s in just a pair of boxers now, his cock clearly straining to come out. I’m momentarily transported back to the hospital room when he came for X-rays and remembering that even flaccid, this thing is humungous.
I’m in for a treat.
My tongue peeks out, licking slowly as I waste no time hooking a finger into the band, and snapping his boxers downward. The thick width of him springs out, grazing my breasts in the process and smacking his lower stomach with a satisfying 'pop!'
“Whoa,” I gasp.
I’ve seen plenty of penises; it’s part of the job when you work in healthcare, but none of them have been quite as manly as Clay’s.
The width isthick,there’s no way to describe it but say it’s like a tree trunk. There’s one pulsing vein running on the underside, and though I instantly reach for it, trying to fit my hand around, there’s no way I can without wrapping two. It’s ridged, and long and I’m starting to wonder how exactly that thing is going to fit inside of me without some maneuvering.
I twist my head to the side, and ease onto my back until I’m lying flat, stroking it with two hands because there’s truly no other way to handle this behemoth.
“What are you thinking about?” he asks.
“I’m trying to figure out how you jack this thing off. Do you just...” I squeeze both of my hands around it tighter and push the skin downward then back upward, bunching it at the top, “lean against something to brace yourself or are you always lying down? It feels like a safety hazard.”
He laughs, drops his head down to my neck and shakes his head while I continue to stroke and admire him because truly, I’m fascinated.
“We’ll take it slow. You’re not a virgin, are you?”
I shake my head, “No, but I’ve only been with one other person.”
He growls as his lips meet mine, this time with a punishing kiss. “Guess it’s a good thing that I’m not the one taking your virginity from you but I’m sure I can still teach you a few things.”
“Oh, I know you can. I’ve never seen a cock this big.”
He smirks as he moves lower, the shift in his body causesmy hands to lose their grip as he drops between my legs, his hot mouth trailing kisses down across my stomach, over my bellybutton and then over my slick thighs. I rock my hips forward, trying to get some traction on my clit against his beard.
His gaze moves upward, “Eager girl... do you want to ride my face?”
I nod, “I’ve never done that before, but I think I’d like it.”
He moves back up my body, this time, hooking one of his strong arms around my waist and flipping us until he’s on the bottom. His hands wrap around my hips until he’s easing me upward and I’m positioned hovering over his head.
“Grab onto the headboard tightly and lower yourself down on my face.”
I’ve never done anything like this before, and frankly, I’m feelingsupervulnerable hovering over his mouth with my legs spread open, but the thrill of it all has me acting like a pro.
My fingers wrap around the cool, wooden headboard tightly as I hover, engage my thighs, and look down at where my soaked pussy is hovering directly over his mouth. He smiles up at me, eyes full of trust and gives a small nod.
So, I sit.
I’m not sure what exactly I was expecting butwhoa.
