I grasped her under the ass and lifted. She was right there, hot and ready, legs wrapped around my hips, and, before I could prepare for what was about to happen, she grabbed my dick, lined it up, and pushed herself down on me…
Our noises were the hottest thing I’d ever heard. They’d have told the story clear as day, without the pictures to go along.
Her grunts, low and animal, confirmed that I wasn’t an easy fit. And, in all fairness, I didn’t think I’d ever been this big and hard. So solid, it felt like I could hold her up against the cool door with my hard-on alone.
I bent my legs, flexed my ass, and pressed in, one slow inch at a time.
It was so good it almost hurt. I screwed my eyes shut and waited for my balls to calm down. Then down and back up, slowly and steadily nailing her to the door.
When my cock was seated deep inside, I sucked in a breath, opened my eyes…and nearly came.
Her tits hung down, heavy and so lush it hurt. Below that, her belly had that swell that I loved on a woman. And her hips, wide and soft, took me in, made me feel like home. Like this, right here, was where I should’ve been all these years. “Fuck me, you’re beautiful, Christa.”
“You keep saying that,” she whispered, her voice straight out of some black and white movie.
I shifted her weight to my left arm and used my right hand to play with her tits, slowly, faking a calm I didn’t think I’d ever manage around this woman. I weighed one, stroked that impossibly soft underside, then ran the back of my knuckles over her thick, round nipple. I did the same on the other side, before pinching them both. A slow stroke out of her body, then up and inside. I wanted to pound, hard and fast and so deep she’d never get me out.
Another pump, faster this time. It made her tits bounce and had her eyelids sagging shut.
“Open your eyes. Watch.”
Slowly, she looked at me as I lifted her breast to my mouth, and sucked on the tip, hard. She clenched her pussy and gasped at the same time.
“Look.” I pulled away, just enough to catch a glimpse of my shiny cock gliding out, then back inside—pounding myself home.Home. “Down.”
“Oh, my God,” she breathed as she stared, clearly as awed by this as I was.
“Now touch yourself. Make yourself come.”
“I…I can’t.”
“Try.”
I shifted my weight, pressed her tight to the door and gave her space to slip her right hand between our bodies. She touched herself slowly. Too slowly, if I wanted her to come before I blew. Five years without sex. Five years, but a lifetime, if I was honest, because this was like nothing I’d experienced. This woman was like no one I’d ever met.
I wanted to plant myself inside her and never come out.
“Come on, faster,” I urged, feeling starved and off-kilter. Maybe insane. Definitely obsessed. “I know you need it faster to come. Do it faster.”
She sent a grumpy look my way, but set to work, rubbing herself toward orgasm, while I did my best to hold back.
“Oh, my God, Micah. Oh… Oh, my God.” Her little white teeth bit into that bright red, swollen bottom lip. “I’m coming. I’m co—.”
27
Christa
Sandwiched between a thick wooden door and a steel-muscled man, I orgasmed, screaming like I’d never screamed in my life. I’d never clenched so hard, never felt such a big thing inside me, never been so wide open to what was happening.
And, I don’t know if it was because of my near-death experience, or the fact that this man was my own personal hero, maybe emotions or exhaustion…whatever the reason, this climax was like nothing I’d ever experienced. It hit me low and worked its way out to the tips of my limbs, my breasts, my tongue, my nose—fizzing and shimmering like I’d left the earth for a minute or two.
He stopped moving entirely, just held me through it, as if I needed to be held together. Which I probably did.
He probably also couldn’t budge, with how tightly my inner muscles held him. No way he could move a millimeter.
“I need…” I swallowed, leaned forward, looking for…
His kiss. His lips, tongue. This taste—everything I’d been missing.
