I sit up to press my palms on his muscular pecs, enjoying the firmness of his warm skin. When I tilt my head upward to demand his lips, he gives me an ardent kiss. Shameless, I press myself against his naked torso, my erect nipples teased by the soft hair there.
Then, I pull away to work on his belt. He waits, hands resting high on my outer thighs, his thumbs mechanically grazing my skin, as I unhook the button and pull down his zipper. Passing my thumbs under the coarse fabric, I push the jeans away, along with his boxer briefs.
His dick jerks out, and my eyes widen at the incredible sight.
Thisis the ultimate proof that God is a woman. Only my gender could have been this meticulous. Clearly, she took her sweet time when creating this particular man, paying keen attention to every last detail.
Taking root in a patch of trimmed dark hair, Lex’s dick is thick from root to tip, with veins snaking under the smooth skin. He’s cut, and his pink and plump head sits there temptingly as if daring me to kneel and welcome it into my mouth, to taste it, to run my tongue around it. It has this slight upward curve Kate had once called the G-spot seeker. Even the heavy weights underneath his shaft are the ideal size and shape, hanging tightly under his lengthy girth.
Already, I know Lex’s dick will be the best of my life—even though he might split me in half. I’m almost sure my hand isn’t big enough to circle it completely.
Remembering I can actually try, I run my fingers over his length and marvel at its warmth, softness, and hardness. Fuck, this is going to be out of this world.
As suspected, I can barely circle it with my fingers, but almost. Invigorated by the challenge, I tighten my hold on him until the tip of my thumb meets that of my middle finger. The pressure of my grip makes him grunt something that sounds deliciously obscene, his gaze never leaving my hand massaging him. When he lets out another low moan, my proud smile grows wider. And even more when a stream of precum leaks out, revealing how much he enjoys my touch. Using my thumb, I spread the translucent liquid over his swollen head, making it shiny and tempting.
Time to get down on my knees and gag on that perfect dick.
But Lex has other plans. “I need to be inside you,” he growls, pulling away from me.
He removes the rest of his clothes, pushes the pile to the side with his foot, and grabs the base of his cock to align it with my entrance.
I jump at the contact as if struck by electricity, and it only gets more intense when he runs his hardness up and down my slit, taunting my demanding flesh in the most wicked way, coating himself with the remnants of my orgasms. Then, the pressure of his cock increases on my opening, about to enter me.
Because I have to witness it with my own eyes, I look down, mesmerized by the perfection that is his shaft. Its plump tip is docked among my folds, glistening with my arousal. With more pressure from him, it slips into me, disappearing from my sight. Miraculously, some good sense makes its way into my foggy thoughts.
“Wait!” I protest with a push on his chest, dislodging him from within me.
“What?”
“Condom.”
“I thought you were clean and on birth control.”
“I am, but I don’t know if you are,” I argue. “Clean, I mean. Not on birth control.”
“I’m telling you then. I’m clean.”
“I don’t know you enough to trust you on that, Lex.”
His eyes turn dark with offense and irritation. “Well, I trust you.”
“That’syourprerogative, not mine.”
He gives me a somber look but doesn’t argue more. In under thirty seconds, he retrieves a condom from his wallet, opens it, sheathes himself with it, and then returns to me, retaking his place between my spread legs.
“May I enter you, now?” His formality has me giggling despite the pettiness I discern in his tone.
“Yes, you may.”
His dark mood quickly vanishes as I take possession of his lips. I’m lost in it when he pushes two inches in with a firm thrust, breaching my tight opening. I let out a whimper in his mouth, the stretch almost painful.
“Slow,” I beg. “It’s… It’s been a while.”
“You better take all of me, Andrea. Down to the last inch. I’ve wanted this for too fucking long.”
Despite his words, he takes my request seriously, and his hips roll in small, continuous nudges, slowly conquering my uncooperative flesh. Gentle, he proceeds with care and caution, and although I feel uncomfortably stretched, it doesn’t hurt. To distract me, he kisses my lips, his hands play with my breasts, his teeth gently nibble at my throat…
Every time he pushes a little further, jolts of pleasure spread, and every time he moves out, my walls clench to hold him there. Inch by delicious inch, his whole length enters me, and when the head of it reaches my cervix—a sensation I’ve never experienced before—I let out a loud moan against the humid skin of his shoulder.
