He's big, thicker than I expected, and by the time he's fully seated inside me I'm breathless and shaking, my body stretched tight around him.
He stays completely still, giving me time to adjust, his breathing harsh and ragged against my neck. I can feel him throbbing inside me, can feel every inch of him filling me completely.
I shift my hips experimentally, and the movement makes both of us groan.
He starts to move, pulling almost all the way out before sliding back in with a controlled thrust that makes stars explode behind my eyelids. He sets a slow, steady rhythm, each thrust deliberateand deep, and I wrap my legs around his waist to pull him even deeper.
His control is impressive, almost frustrating, and I want to break it. I want to see him lose himself the way I'm losing myself.
I dig my nails into his back and rock my hips up to meet his thrusts.
"Harder," I tell him.
Something snaps. His hands grip my hips and he starts driving into me with real force, his hips snapping forward in a way that makes me cry out with every thrust.
The pleasure builds in waves, each thrust sending heat spiraling through me, the friction and fullness combining into something overwhelming.
He shifts his angle slightly and suddenly he's hitting a spot inside me that makes my whole body tighten, the sensation so intense I can barely breathe.
My nails rake down his back as he pounds into me, and the sound of skin slapping against skin fills the room along with our harsh breathing and the wet sounds of our bodies moving together.
His mouth finds my neck, biting and sucking hard enough to leave marks, and the sharp pleasure-pain pushes me closer to the edge.
The pressure builds and builds until I'm teetering on the brink, every nerve ending on fire, and then it crests and breaks over me in a rush that steals my breath and makes me cry out.
My body clenches around him, pulsing and squeezing his cock as the orgasm rips through me, and he groans as I come aroundhim, the sensation drawing it out until I'm shaking and boneless beneath him.
He doesn't stop moving, just keeps thrusting through my aftershocks, and the continued friction is almost too much but also perfect.
He pulls out suddenly, leaving me gasping and empty, and then he's flipping me over onto my stomach, his hands gripping my hips and pulling me up onto my knees.
When he enters me again from behind it's deeper than before, the angle making me cry out and bury my face in the pillow.
His hands grip my hips hard, holding me in place as he starts moving again, and this time there's no careful restraint, no measured control, just raw need.
He drives into me hard and fast, pulling almost all the way out before slamming back in, the force of it pushing me forward with every thrust.
I brace myself against the headboard to keep from being pushed into it, and the new leverage lets me push back against him, meeting his thrusts with my own.
The sound of our bodies colliding fills the room, punctuated by my gasps and his rough grunts.
One of his hands slides around to grip my breast, fingers pinching my nipple hard enough to make me gasp.
The fullness of him, the force of his thrusts, the way he's taking me without holding back—it's overwhelming and perfect and exactly what I need.
The orgasm hits me suddenly, harder this time, my whole body shaking as it rips through me.
I can feel myself clenching around him, can hear the rough sounds he's making as my body milks his cock, and then he's pulling me upright so my back is pressed against his chest, his arm banding across my stomach to hold me in place as he continues to thrust up into me.
His mouth is hot against my neck, his breathing ragged, and I can feel how close he is, how his control has completely shattered.
I reach back to grip his hair, pulling his mouth to mine, and the kiss is messy and desperate, our teeth clashing as he continues to drive up into me. His hand moves to cup my jaw, holding my face still as he takes my mouth without reservation.
He breaks the kiss to groan my name against my lips, and then he's coming, his body going rigid as he buries himself as deep as he can go.
I feel him pulsing inside me, feel the heat of him filling me, and I hold him through it, savoring the way he falls apart.
We stay like that for a moment, both of us breathing hard, our bodies still connected and trembling.
