"God, you're big."
"We can go slow if you need?—"
"I don't need slow." She wraps her hand around my shaft, stroking from base to tip, and my hips jerk off the bed. "I need to get my mouth on you."
She lowers her head and takes me between her lips.
"Fuck." My hand finds her hair, gathering it away from her face so I can watch her work. "That's it, sweetheart. Just like that."
She's good at this. No hesitation, no uncertainty, just confident strokes and swirls and suction that has me gripping the sheets within seconds. Her mouth is hot and wet, her tongue tracing the vein on the underside of my cock, her hand working the inches she can't fit.
"Mara." My voice is strained. "If you don't stop, I'm going to come down your throat."
She pulls off with a wet pop, looking up at me with swollen lips and mischief in her eyes. "Not yet. I want you inside me when you come."
She climbs up my body, positioning herself over my cock. I grab her hips, stopping her.
"Wait." I reach for my pants on the floor, digging in the pocket for my wallet and the condom I've been carrying like an idiot for three days. "Protection."
She takes it from my hand, tearing the wrapper with her teeth. "Such a good boy scout." She rolls the condom down my shaft, her touch firm and sure. "Always prepared."
"For you? Always."
She positions herself again, the head of my cock notching against her entrance. Then slowly, so slowly, she sinks down onto me.
We both groan.
She's tight. So fucking tight, her pussy gripping me as she takes me inch by inch until I'm fully seated inside her. She pauses there, adjusting to the stretch, her hands braced on my chest.
"You feel incredible." Her voice is awed. "I knew you would, but..."
"Mara." I grip her hips hard enough to bruise. "I need you to move, sweetheart. Need to feel you ride me."
She starts to move. Slow at first, finding her rhythm, then faster as pleasure takes over. Her breasts bounce with each thrust, her head thrown back, her moans mixing with the obscene sound of our bodies coming together.
"That's my good girl." I meet her movements with my own, driving up into her as she comes down. "Taking my cock so well. So fucking perfect."
"Boone." She's getting close again, I can feel it in the flutter of her walls. "I need..."
"Tell me what you need."
"Harder. I need you harder."
I flip us in one smooth motion, pinning her beneath me without breaking our connection. She gasps at the sudden shift,and I hook her knees over my elbows, opening her wider, driving deeper.
"Like this?" I pull almost all the way out and slam back in. "Is this what you need?"
"Yes." She's clawing at my back, leaving marks I'll feel for days. "Just like that. Don't stop."
I fuck her the way I've been fantasizing about for three weeks. Hard and deep and relentless, watching her face as pleasure overwhelms her. Her pussy is squeezing me, her breath coming in short gasps, her whole body tensing toward release.
"Come for me again." I reach between us, finding her clit, circling it in time with my thrusts. "Come on my cock, Mara. Show me you're mine."
She explodes. Her back arches off the bed, her pussy clamping down so hard I see stars. The sight of her coming apart, the feel of her pulsing around me, the sound of my name tearing from her lips, it pushes me over the edge.
I bury myself deep and let go, my orgasm ripping through me with an intensity I've never felt before. I pulse inside her, filling the condom, my body shaking with the force of my release.
For a long moment, we just breathe. Her hands stroke down my back, gentle now. My face is buried in her neck, my weight pressing her into the mattress.
