And here I am, completely naked, about to do this.
What a fucking sight he is.
“Rise up,” he tells me.
So I do. My hands find his chest for stability, and so that I can touch him. Anywhere. Everywhere.
One of his falls to my hip, the other reaching beneath my spread legs. He grasps his huge cock. Which I hadn’t thought of as huge when it was mine, but now it seems monstrous. In a good way. And a scary way. But in a good way.
He presses against me, and Christ, I want him. My body wants him so badly. What he was doing to me before… if his hands can do that, what can his dick do?
“Ease down,” he whispers. My fingers dig into him. He steadies me with that guiding hand on my hip, and fucking hell, he feels good. He opened me so well. Got me so ready for him.
His hips flex, he pushes a little. And I still. He stills. His lips are parted, his breath heavy, eyes locked on. “There’s no rush.”
“It’s so big.”
“No bigger than yours.”
I laugh, and that drops him in a little deeper. I gasp and laugh at the same time. And he laughs too, and this is delightful. I’m on the edge of scared and humoured and so happy. Always so happy with him.
“Just enjoy it,” he says. “Just let go and enjoy me however you want.”
My dick’s hard for him again, and when he takes it in his hand, pleasure pulses through me, and my body naturally arches for him. He sinks deeper, groaning, swearing, telling me on his next breath and with his eyes shut tight, “We can stop any time.”
“We’re not stopping.”
The stretch is painful but exquisite, and the pleasure he’s creating by grasping my cock, the wild things his expression does to me, the otherworldly ecstasy that no one but the two of us has ever experienced, all of it takes over, and before I know it, I’m fucking him. I’m fucking August, riding him slowly, then more confidently, until he’s deep inside me, then I’m rising up and fucking him some more, and it’s the most amazing thing that’s ever happened to me.
It’s too much. Too much pleasure from every direction. His hands and his lips and his dick, and that pornographic expression on his sexy face. I’m going to explode. “I can’t take it. You’re too good, August. You’re too much.”
“Hold it,” he commands, teeth pressed tight. “We can’t. Oh, fuck.” His hips shoot up. “August, hold it.”
Everything’s disappearing. Everything’s going. Fading into white, into a glow, the room growing hot, whiter and whiter, and I don’t care if this is the end. I don’t care. There’s nothing but August for me.
But then his knees lift. He grabs my ass, and he takes control. He fucks me so I can barely think, so I can barely function. I’m nothing but bliss. I’m nothing but pure sex. Nothing but love, and nothing but August. He’s everything. Everything to me. All of existence is us, completely accepting of the two sides that make a stronger whole.
His hips gyrate, abs flexing. He’s fucking me harder now, raising his hips up so my knees are off the mattress, so I’m grasping the skin of his chest, bracing myself so I can keep fucking him. Christ, but he’s strong. His enormous glutes flex, and he raises me, higher, higher.
“Oh, fuck, August,” he rasps out. “I have to come. I have to. Fuck.”
But he doesn’t come. His hips buck forward again, and this time he pushes up on his arms too, thrusts me forward, and takes my dick in his mouth.
The cry I let out at the shock of pleasure could wake this entire world. My feet push into the mattress as best I can, me riding his dick, him fucking into me while I ride him, digging my hands into his shoulders for support. Every thrust lands me deeper in his mouth, then smashes him into my ass. I didn’t even know this was possible, and I’m happy to die like this. I’m happy to die right now, exactly like this, August's dick inside me while he blows me. Fuck, how can this much pleasure exist?
I fist his chest, barely aware that I’m shouting his name, begging him for more, at the same time begging him to end this, end me, because I can’t take another second of it. But he doesn’t stop. On and on and exquisite and so much pleasure and all theworld pulsing, vibrating, glowing, every part of me, every part of him, at one with universe around us.
He cries out, a sharp and beautiful shout. His orgasm hits, spilling inside me, and at the sound, at the thrust, I lose whatever ounce of control I had left, coming in his mouth, where he sucks me down, swallows me, while my hips buck out every movement of shuddering bliss my overwrought body has left, his pelvis rising against me as he rides out the waves of his ecstasy.
He drops his hips, catches me in his arms and kisses me. Kisses me. Kisses me and keeps fucking into me even as he spills out all over the bed. “You’re amazing.”
“Me?” I rasp, barely able to speak at all anymore now he’s broken me so thoroughly. “Holy fuck. What the hell was that?”
“That was the best sex I’ve ever had,” he tells me earnestly.
“That was the best sex anyone’s ever had. That was…”
The room’s quiet.
