Soon enough, he gently places me on my bed and we kiss again. “We can find out whenever you’re ready if you like that.”
“Okay,” I respond as his lips reach my neck. “Um. I have condoms.”
“Me too. Do you have a preference on the kind you like?”
“Um. Well, as you know, it’s been a while. But I think the ones that are thin, like a second skin? And smooth. I remember hating anything ribbed.”
“Got it.”
We kiss more, and he pulls back to unbutton his shirt, basically ripping it off once it’s open. He pulls his undershirt over his head, exposing his beautiful, freckled chest. Before he can reach for the buckle of his pants, I stand and pull him toward me, kissing him as I wrap my arms around his waist. I moan when hischest hair brushes my nipples, still bare from when he pulled my dress and bra down in the kitchen.
Breaking the kiss, I open his belt buckle and reach in, grabbing him and squeezing. He gasps against my neck and I love it. I love listening to the sounds of his pleasure, and feeling it, too, with his heavy breathing on my skin.
He pushes his pants down and kicks them off, and I do the same with my dress and underwear. He urges me to lie back against the pillows, and then he watches me as he teases my clit. I groan and then whine when he stops abruptly, looking into his face. “Are you sure you want this?” he asks. “We can do all the other things we’ve already done. If you would rather that.”
I shake my head and take a shuddering breath. “No. I want to feel you inside me.”
He smiles at me and says, “Okay. I want that, too.” He slides a finger inside me, working my G-spot, and I squirm on the bed when he adds two, three fingers. He thrusts them inside me hard and fast, just as I like it. I hold my breath as the beginnings of another orgasm begin to build, and he removes his fingers. “Shit,” he says. “Where are your favorite condoms? I can’t even remember which sort I brought right now.”
“Here, here,” I say, reaching over and throwing open my nightstand drawer. I grab one. It’s smooth, but also…“Do you care if it warms up? According to the packaging, that’s what it’s supposed to do.”
“I can’t bring myself to care about anything right now, except making you lose your mind with my cock.”
I frown playfully and nod. “Good plan. Good priorities.”
He laughs as he takes the condom from me, and I watch closely as he slides it on. I can’t remember the last time I watched someone, well, only one someone, do that. I try to fold the eventin my mind so I can pull it out for reference if I ever want to slide one on him myself.
He climbs on top of me and kisses me, gently lowering his lips to my neck, then my breasts, until I’m wiggly and so, so, so wet. I feel the head of him between my legs, and I hold my breath when he slides himself inside, one inch at a time.
“You good?” he asks.
I nod, furrowing my brow. “It feels really tight.”
“Does it hurt?”
I shake my head. “No. I just wasn’t expecting to feel so full.”
He laughs. “I’m so glad I’m secure in my size right now.”
I roll my eyes. “Come on. You’re above average. I just mean, I’d forgotten this part. The particular sensations.”
He pulls out the tiniest bit and thrusts back in and something pleasurable begins to bloom in me. Like the orgasm he was building me up to with his fingers hasn’t left, and his dick has decided to finish the job. “Do that again. Harder.”
I gasp when he pushes out and then back in roughly, just as I’d asked. “Again.”
He obeys me immediately. Two, three, four times. Ten seconds of thrusting and I say, “Oh, I’m so close.”
He grabs my waist and rolls us over, never breaking the connection between our legs. I blink when I find myself on top, looking down at him, a half smile on his gorgeous face, his hair already so messy, pointing this way and that.
“I’ve wanted to see you like this for so long. I want you to make yourself come using me like this.”
“Oh!” I put my hands on his chest and move my hips around in a circle. “I’m not really sure how I’m supposed to do this.” I’ve never been on top before.
“There’s no one right way. Well, except what gets you off. Whatever makes you come is the right way for you.”
I push against him to lift my hips a little, then drop back down on him. His jaw goes slack as our pelvises slap together. I find I like that. Watching his face as I ride him. I like that a lot.
So I keep doing the same movement, allowing the display of his pleasure to contribute to my own. But I don’t really find my groove until I squat on my feet, with him still inside me, and begin to rock back and forth like I’m completely feral. That’s when I get the exact right pressure I need, and I begin to moan.
