We strip at the same time. By the time I get my dress over my head, he’s efficiently bared a thickly corded body that’s heavily muscled and lightly dusted in soft looking hair in all the right places.
The golden fuzz on his legs darkens at the base of his heavy cock. Even from the first glimpse, I know it’s a nice one. Very nice, I think to myself as I shift this way and that to get a better look at it.
“Curious?” his voice is warm, teasing.
I blush. “Yes.”
“It’s all yours, if you want. But I want to look at you, too.” He kneels at the foot of the bed.
His cock hangs between his legs. It’s not perky, like some. It looks too heavy to bounce up towards his belly button. But as I stare at it, it sways and lifts into the air, defying gravity.
And shockingly, it gets thicker.
“Oh,” I whisper.
“He doesn’t bite,” Logan promises.
I swallow hard. “I’ve never had one that big.”
“My wife says the nicest things.”
“I’m not blowing smoke. Do you, uh, ever not fit?”
“No.”
“Because—”
“Francesca, we’re going to fit together perfectly. I’m going to make you so warm and ready, he’s going to slide all the way home.” He slides his hand between my legs, carefully watching my face. “Yeah, I’m gonna make you feel good again, that’s a great plan.”
I hold my breath as he gently strokes his fingertips through the arousal lingering from his kiss, when I came on his face and pulled his hair. His eye contact is hypnotic, and it doesn’t take long for him to settle his fingers right around my clit, in just the right place, and for that pleasure to start building again.
“I could do this all night. You feel so good on my hand.” His gaze hoods as he glances down our bodies. “Gimme one on my fingers, then we’ll use the toy.”
“You’re going to kill me.”
“Only figuratively, and that’s hot.” He kisses my shoulder, my neck. “That’s hot, right?”
“Yes,” I’m forced to admit as my clit starts to spasm under his clever touch.
Yes, I admit again as he turns on the rose and brings it between my legs, too.
Yes, yes, yes, figurative death is the best, as the little toy latches on to my sensitive clit and drags me to the peak,again.
“Tonight is the first night of the rest of our lives,” he whispers as he holds me on the edge, not quite there.
I don’t see how, even though I trust him with my mind, body, and soul already. “We don’t even live in the same state.”
“I’m gonna fix that by the summer.” He lowers his mouth, kissing me softly. My eyelids flutter shut.
Why do people close their eyes when they kiss? What is that about? I try to open my eyes, but he’s fuzzy, so that’s probably why. But he’s so hot, and I want to see everything.
He lifts up, his eyebrows raising in a silent question.
“Get a condom,” I whisper. “I want to come with you this time. I want to see you come.”
And then he’s at my entrance, and he is big, very big, but he’s so careful, and there’s something about the way we fit together, the perfect heavy weight of him on top of me, that guides him all the way inside me.
It’s breathtaking, how he fills a space I didn’t know had been empty before tonight. But he fills it completely, utterly, until I care barely breathe and I don’t even care, because it’s so right to have him stuffing me full like this.
