Fingers turned and stretched.
My head swam.
Then they were gone, and something larger pressed against me.
This was it.
I tried to relax, but damn, he was big, and it had been so long and—
All the air I’d ever held in my lungs flew out as he slid his cock inside me. First the head, so slowly, then half his shaft.
“Are you—”
“Get inside me now!”
He pushed the rest inside.
His hands gripped my chest.
“God, you’re tight.”
My back arched.
“Oh, fucking hell!”
“Are you okay? Am I hurting you?”
“Damn it, Jer, I need more of you. Don’t you fucking stop.”
His balls slapped against me as he shoved the last of his length deep within me.
I gasped and gripped the pillows so hard they might never resume their shape.
He pulled back slowly, then slipped in deep again, this time in one smooth motion.
Out and in.
Out and in.
“Fuck, Jer, fuck me harder!”
He hesitated.
My eyes were squeezed shut, but I was sure he was trying to guess how hard I meant.
Then he slammed so deep inside me I think my lungs felt his cock.
“Holy fucking shit. Right there. Do that again!”
He did.
Again and again and again.
In minutes, we were both sweating through the sheets. I opened my eyes to find his arms stretched above me, hands gripping the headboard, my legs resting on his shoulders as he drove into me harder and harder with each thrust.
“Fucking kiss me, Jer.”
He let go of the headboard, gripped my shoulders, and leaned down to kiss me. The angle was harder, but he didn’t slow, shoving himself into me, slowing occasionally before quickening to a pace that had us both breathing hard.
