Stellan moves back an inch, pushing his jeans down to reveal his cock. Thick and long and gloriously pink, it jumps at my touch. His cock has a number of veins that seem worth exploring. I trail my fingers down his length, shuddering when it feels like hot velvet. Curious, I feel the weight of it in my palm, looking at his face.
He bites his lower lip, his eyes hooded, and allows my inquisitive touch for a moment. When I curl my fingers around his cock and give it an experimental stroke, he groans and reaches out to stop my hand.
“Not this time,skatter,” he manages, looking a little strangled. “I’ve waited too long. If you keep touching me, and keep looking at me with those innocent eyes, I’m going to come right away.” Stellan leans down and kisses me passionately. “I really want to know what it feels like to come inside that pretty pussy of yours.”
My eyes widen and I lick my lips. “I want that too.”
He pushes me back on the bed and eases his cock out of my grip, pressing the blunt tip against the inside of my thigh. I pull him in with my legs, making him readjust alittle until he settles the tip of his length against my soaking wet slit.
Stellan closes his eyes, his breathing growing heavy.
“Fuck me,” I plead with him. “Please, Stellan. Don’t make me wait any more.”
We both groan in unison as he pushes inside, stretching me out with each inch. My whole body is alive with sensation, my breasts tingling.
“You’re so big,” I whisper.
I grip his shoulders, my nails digging into his flesh. His brow furrows in concentration as he works his length all the way in. It’s a little uncomfortable for me, if I’m honest. Having so much weight crushed against me and being so intimately stretched out is awkward and almost painful.
But I trust Stellan; he has only brought me pleasure so far.
“Goddamn, ” he murmurs. He closes his eyes for a moment, then opens them and pins me with his icy gaze. “You are so fucking tight, Margot.”
The reverent look on his face excites me, makes me squirm, grinding on his cock.
“Keep going,” I urge him. “You told me you would fuck me, so do it.”
He looks up at me, a sheen of sweat beginning to break across his forehead. He moves then, slowly pumping his cock in and out of me. I start to feel ripples of pleasure, tentative at first, then more and more certain.
I moan, loving the feel of him, of his big body smacking against mine. I run my hands down his muscular back, feeling the power that coils within him. It’s addictive.
Stellan takes my breast in one hand, pinching the nipple. I start to move in time with him, rolling my hips. Little licks of flame start to unfurl themselves deep inside of me, stealing my breath away.
“Ohh,” I moan. “More,” I beg. Tossing my head back, I meet his cautious thrusts by snapping my hips again and again. He’s being careful with me, but I don't want that. I want him to have all of me; I want to feel scorched by him, ruined by his every movement. “Stop being careful. I want...more. Fuck me harder, Stellan. Do it like you mean it.”
He stiffens for just a moment, then grabs my hips and pulls me up a few inches. He forgets his hesitant rhythm and starts hammering himself in and out of my pussy. My eyes widen for a second.
“Shit,” I swear. My pussy clamps down on his cock in the position we are in. Suddenly, I feel everything a thousand times more, every single nerve ending on fire. “Oh god. Yes. Yes!”
He starts sweating in earnest, his sweat mixing with my own. Looking at his fierce expression, I’m unsure what I’ve unleashed in him, more beast than man. He looms over me, his thrusts nearly violent, every single one of his muscles working toward one goal.
Fucking me. I know I can touch myself, make this come to an end for me. I don’t want to, though. It’s so good, feeling stretched out by his giant cock, his sweat dripping off his face and landing on my chest. But at the same time, the ripples of my inner pond are growing in size, becoming chaotic.
I can’t hold it in forever.
It feels unbelievably good to move my hips in time with each thrust. I focus on that, squeezing my eyes closed, my fingers grasping my own nipple. Stellan groans, slowing his pace down and slipping his hand down between us.
“I need you to focus,” he whispers. “I can’t come until you do and I’m getting close.”
He brushes my clit, the sensation like a live wire. Isuddenly feel electrified, moaning and clutching at his shoulders.
“Yes,” I breathe. “Yes! Faster!”
He speeds up his thrusts and punctuates each one by thrumming my clit. Sounds pour from my throat; I clutch at his shoulders, ready to burst. “Come for me,” he whispers, his words a plea and a command at once.
I clench my eyes shut, stretching, reaching for what I know is about to happen. I can feel the strings of desire tightening... I just need them to break. “Stellan... I...”
I reach a sudden cliff, running up one side and launching myself off. I howl my pleasure skyward. That’s what coming feels like — falling down a
