“Yeah. Jesus,yeah.”
“Okay. I’ll just… We can do it here. Like this.” I removed my hand and shifted my hips forward and then—I couldn’t help it—I watched his face as I took him into my body. His eyes were closed, and it was the first time I’d seen him like that, utter concentration written sharply on his features. His cheeks were pink, the skin appearing stretched over the bones—they looked wider, harder, his brows darker. All of him seemed likemorethan he’d beenbefore.
The first inch or two stretched me in a sweet, slow penetration that I would never forget. Finally, once he was seated as far as he could be at this angle, I put my hands on his ass and held him there, squeezed him, so wonderfully aware of his body inmine.
“I gotta move,” he finallysaid.
“Doit.”
He shifted his hips back and pressed them forward again, back and forward, the rhythm steady and effective. I felt a tickle of something like an orgasm brewing, but we’d never get there likethis.
“Goddamn, Veronica. I gotta pound you.” He tweaked my nipple and picked up thepace.
“Yeah.” I wanted that, too, though I wasn’t sure how it would feel with that big, huge cock. But I wanted it. “Doit.”
His muscles flexed, and with a single roll, he was over me, hands framing my shoulders and, there,oh, there, everything changed. He pumped into me, hard. So hard it should have hurt, but it was perfection. The tension and friction and pleasure built—and I could see it on his face. His expression—so close to pain—had memesmerized.
“Iwanna…”
“What,Zach?”
“I wanna fuck you harder. Reallyhard.”
Those words made my body tighten convulsively around him. His voice was rough when he asked, “You like that? You want itharder?”
“Yeah. Do it.” I egged him on, my hands grabbing his ass with aslap.
“Hell,” he muttered into my neck. “I won’t last likethis.”
“Don’t. Just do it. Hard. I love it,Zach.”
He leaned back a bit, and I let my eyes go down to where he entered me. “Looksamazing.”
He slowed, just a little, like he hungered for whatever I’d tell him. “Yeah?”
“You, like this. Fucking me. God, I want to describe it foryou.”
“Maybe next time.” He smiled and picked up thepace.
“Here, give me your hand.” He slowed his movements, almost to a stop and put his weight on one arm. I grasped his hand and brought it to that place, so he could feelus.
He growled as his fingers tightened around his cock and then moved to find my clit, more surely than any partner I’d everhad.
My voice joined his, our chorus hot and rough and animal. I wouldn’t last if his fingers kept circling like that, but the way his breath came told me he was just as close. And then, so suddenly that it shocked even me, it wasthere.
Every part of me tensed, my eyes slammed shut, my mind spun high on the crest of climax, suspended as the orgasm passed through my body, my fingers and toes fizzing with almost electricaftershocks.
I couldn’t let him go. I didn’t want to. I held on with my hands and thighs and pussy, wringing every last jolt of pleasure from mybody.
It wasn’t until the last tremor had passed that I realized I’d have to start breathing again, or pass out. Suddenly too sensitive, I put my hand on his to stillhim.
“Oh, my God,” I finallymanaged.
“Good?”
“I can’t even describeit.”
“Good.” He sounded smug, and I liked that. I wanted that smugness formyself.
