When he was close enough, he reached out and put his hand on my ass, under the cotton material. He would already know I wasn’t wearing underwear.
His fingers slid between my legs, through the slickness that had gathered there, some of it from him.
I thought he deserved to know that.
“Some of that wet is your cum from before.”
He started to finger me, first with one digit and then with two, his other hand pushing up my top and exposing one of my breasts, plucking up the nipple.
“I haven’t been able to stop thinking about you. I was thinking about how tight your pussy was around my cock all the time I was sitting in my mother’s living room. When I was playing football with my brothers, all I could see was your tits when they bounced as I fucked you. On the drive here, I pictured you on all fours, taking my cock like a really good girl from behind, filling up your tight cunt with my dick.” He pinched my nipple again, his fingers working quicker.
I clutched the handrail, my legs starting to give way.
“Then you answer the door looking like this and you pussy soaking. Is it for me?”
I nodded. “I’m – going - ”
I expected him to brace me while I orgasmed on the stairs, but his fingers inside me just continued at the same pace, his other hand getting a little rougher with my tits.
The world turned momentarily black and I heard my scream echo off the walls of the narrow staircase, my insides fluttering, my pussy gripping his fingers.
When he pulled his fingers out, he slapped my ass, the sting making my breasts feel even heavier, the need not dimmed by that orgasm, in fact, it was even greater.
“Upstairs.”
I practically dragged myself up there, hearing the sound of Nicky undoing his belt on the way, his footsteps heavy behind me.
I was barely through the door into my tiny lounge when he spun me round, backing me against a wall.
His jeans were round his ankles with his underwear, shoes discarded. His cock was huge and hard and erect, a pearl of pre-cum on the tip and I thought about dropping to my knees and taking him to the back of my throat, letting him find out what it was like to enjoy the control that I could give him, but I knew if I did that, I wouldn’t get what I really wanted right now.
Nicky pushed my top up far enough so my breasts were fully exposed, taking a nipple in his mouth. I grasped his cock, giving it a few tugs, the girth of it making me open my legs further.
He kissed his way up to my lips. “Totally fucking winging what I’m doing right now.” He looked vulnerable.
“You’re pretty much every single fantasy I’ve ever had, go with it.” I wrapped a leg around his waist and he pulled me up against the wall, only needing an arm to support me. With the other he lined his cock up with my entrance.
“I’ll get a condom if you want?” Another tender kiss.
“No. No. I like you bare.”
He started to fuck me against the wall, his rhythm a complete contrast to those tender kisses.
“I want to know everything you’ve fantasized about. I want to fuck the memory of every other man you’ve ever been with right out of you.”
He was deep and hard and taking me to the edge of where pleasure and pain truly combined. My arms wrapped around his shoulders, my eyes meeting his as he moved like an animal inside me, but it wasn’t just animal lust I saw in them.
There was more.
I had a feeling this wouldn’t just be for one night.
My orgasm was not fast. It started slowly and built like a snowball, becoming bigger and bigger, lasting longer than I knew possible.
Nicky came with a low groan, filling me with his cum, his forehead resting against mine as his hips stilled.
Our mouths met in a messy kiss, one that was slow and intimate and carnal.
“I didn’t expect it to be like this,” he said, his cock still buried deep inside me. “I knew it would be good. Is it always this good?”
