“Never mind. I think you’ve got the matter, um, covered.”
His lazy smile reached his eyes. “I don’t know what arouses me more, your peerless charms or your discretion.”
As he undid the fall of his trousers, she leaned up on her elbows to watch. Her eyes widened as his erect member sprung free from its confines.
Goodness…he’s huge. How will he fit?
The rosy-brown pole was long and thick, ridged with prominent veins. When he gripped it in his big hand, his fingers barely reached around the girth. Her pulse fluttered with trepidation; simultaneously, a burst of dew moistened her core. She noted with fascination that he was getting wet too.
Moisture leaked from a slit in the tip of his instrument, dribbling into his gliding fist. He brought himself to her. Rubbed the blunt, velvety crown of his cock up and down her slick folds until she writhed against the desk in hapless delight.
“Ready for me, sweet?” he rasped.
Was she ready? To experience whatever adventure lay ahead?
Yes, yes, yes.
“Come inside me,” she whispered.
Wordlessly, he donned the sheath, securing the strings, and then…oh then…
Her breath became a moan, one that his big, hard cock pushed out of her. There was no dramatic tearing like she’d feared. After momentary discomfort, her muscles softened and stretched, accommodating his slow, inexorable incursion. The sensation of having a man inside her, of being joined in this most elemental of ways, filled her with wonderment.
“Christ, you’re tight. The way you’re gripping me...” Although his jaw was ruddy with pleasure, his brows drew together. “Are you all right, angel?”
“I’m fine.” She touched his jaw, feeling the taut leap. “It’s just, um, been awhile.”
Forever…I’ve been waiting for you forever.
“Has it, sweet?” His eyes went heavy-lidded. “Then I’ll go slowly. Until you beg me not to.”
As she considered that puzzling statement, he kissed her. The hot mating of their tongues incinerated her thoughts. He took her mouth the way his cock was taking her pussy: gently, firmly, a possession of thoroughness rather than force. Patience rather than aggression. And it made her want more.
More of his tongue, his cock…him.
“Please,” she breathed against his lips. “I want…I want…”
“This?” He bucked his hips, jolting her with bliss. “Harder like this, angel?”
“Yes,” she cried.
“What about deeper?” He pushed her knees back, and before she could fully register the new position, he drove inside her at an angle that made her see stars. “Do you want my prick all the way inside your snug cunny?”
She moaned her answer as he took her deeper, harder, to a place beyond her wildest imaginings. The erotic slaps of their mating flesh filled the room. When he began suckling her breasts, in time to the rhythmic thrusts of his cock, she slid her fingers into his hair, holding on as yet another release crashed over her.
“I can feel you coming.” His blazing eyes seared into her. “The way you’re milking my cock, everything about you, goddamnedperfection…”
He surged into her once, twice, burying his face in her neck. His harsh groans heated her ear as his big body shuddered over hers. Afterward, he scooped her up, carrying her to the sofa by the fire, settling her atop him.
Overwhelmed, she snuggled against him and drifted into blissful oblivion.
* * *
When Bea opened her eyes, her lover was asleep.
Gently, so as not to awaken him, she disentangled herself from his arms, which held her securely even in slumber. She rose, and her breath held when he mumbled something, his long limbs shifting against the sofa. She waited until he stilled, then she tiptoed about, getting dressed and gathering her things.
At the door, she paused to take one last, memorizing look at the man sprawled on the sofa.
