I fell fully to my back, closed my eyes, lifted my knees,and reached to him.
Hard muscle, sleek, hot skin.
Beautiful.
I opened my eyes as he started to stroke.“You need to getinside me.”
“And you need to be ready, baby,” he said low, his voicetight.
“I think you can feel I’m ready for you, honey,” I pointedout.
I wasn’t wet.
I felt it.
I wasslippery.
He separated his fingers inside me and dragged them out.
My eyes rolled back into my head and my fingers dug into hissides.
He withdrew and gently rolled my clit.
I looked at him again, fingertips compulsively clutching hisflesh.“Mo,please.”
“Slow,” he said.
Had he lost his mind?
We’d been waiting a hundred years!
“Not slow,” I replied.
His fingers left me, and I felt why when he guided the headof his cock to me.
“Oh yeah,” I breathed.
He slid in, stretching me.I took the head and then herocked, giving me just that.
I glided my hands to his pecs and held on.“More, Mo.Comeinside.”
He gave me another couple of inches, opening me, filling me,then no more and he again rocked, giving me only that.
The wide stretch affected my clit, the gentle rub pure,deliciousagony.
“Mo, baby,” I pleaded.
“I’m a lot.”
Through the haze, I focused on him and saw the strain, thesweat breaking out, the harshness in his face, the dark hunger in his gaze.
I reached up, grasped onto his thick neck, pulled myself upand stared in his eyes.
“I don’t care, Mo.I want it all.”
He gave me more, not all of him, and again rocked.
“Baby,” I whispered, swinging my feet in so I could dig myheels into his ass.
