My face burns even more, a blush creeping up my neck, but I can’t back down now. I lift my chin, layering my usual sass over the nerves.
"Ride that?" I raise my eyebrows, giving his dick a once-over. "Well, I guess I’m suicidal enough for it. Could be fun, though," I shoot back, playful but keeping a defiant edge.
Before he can respond, I grab the blanket and yank it away in one swift, decisive motion, the fabric whispering off his body to pool on the floor. My eyes lock onto his tool, such a masterpiece of veined perfection, standing proud over his abs, the head flushed and glistening with a trickle of pre-cum.
My arousal spikes fast, and I lean in without thinking, my tongue darting out to lick a slow, teasing stripe alongthe underside of his shaft. He tastes surprisingly good despite sleeping all night without a shower, and I eagerly swirl my tongue around the sensitive head, lapping up that drop before pulling back with a satisfied hum. His cock throbs in response, and I hear his breath hitch, which only spurs me on.
I grab a condom from the drawer, hands quick even though I’m buzzing, rip it open, and roll it down him.
Eliano watches me the whole time, his golden eyes darkened with desire, that smirk still playing on his lips. Once he’s sheathed, I grab a couple of pillows, stacking them under my knees to lift myself up a bit for a better angle, more control.
My own cock bobs free, hard like a rod, but I ignore it for now, focusing on Eliano’s.
Straddling his hips, I position myself above him, one hand gripping the middle part of his dick to guide it. The thick head nudges against my hole, and even that light pressure makes me gasp, I still remember what I felt yesterday, that insane stretch.
But the hunger is stronger than hesitation. I start to lower myself slowly, super slowly, strangely savoring every second as the tip breaches me.
I’m having sex again, whoa! Why does it make me so giddy?
Our eyes meet as I stop for a second, fighting through the intense stretch, strangely enjoying a burning discomfort mixing with the pleasure, as my walls part around his girth like they’re being forced open.
But I must admit, this time it seems a bit easier. My abundant slick helps a lot, easing the slide… still, he's so fucking thick! I’m vividly aware of every bit of him filling me, agonizing inch by inch. I pause after the first bit, my thighs trembling from the effort of holding myself up, my breath coming in pants as I adjust to the intrusion.
Eliano slides his hands up to my hips, helping me keep my weight balanced. Without pushing down, he strokes my thighs softly and reassuringly.
"Ssshhhh, beautiful," he whispers, his voice a soothing rumble. "Don't rush. Your tight little beta hole isn't used to such a big alpha rod," he adds with a smirk!
Clearly a challenge, that patronizing tone only fuels my stubborn streak.Used to it?I'll show him.
Gritting my teeth, I press down harder, sinking further in a determined push, the stretch turning borderline painful as I take more of him, now much closer to bottoming out, still not there. Yeah, no more, I can’t. It’s too much for now. His dick won!
"Baby, don’t force yourself, I know you're brave and strong, just let yourself enjoy it…as much as I enjoy seeing you desperately and beautifully impaled on me…"
I roll my eyes and treat him with my middle finger.
But… right after that, almost against myself, my hands slide down and reach for his, our fingers intertwining. Eliano’s eyes look at me… his gaze warm, genuine, and it makes me feel… not like myself. Happy?
Testingly, I make a small, tiny jerk up, and with his cock now buried so deep, I realize it presses against a place inside me that makes stars burst behind my eyelids. A low groan escapes me, my hole clenches involuntarily around him. Using it, I push down one more inch and freeze there, almost fully impaled, with just about an inch and a half left out!
My ass is so close to sitting on his thighs, feeling every throb of him inside me. The fullness is strangely dizzying, my body screaming at the invasion, but beneath the discomfort, there's a deep, pulsing pleasure that makes my cock leak copiously onto his abs.
We wait like that for what feels like forever, my chest heaving as I try to catch my breath, sweat beading on my forehead.
I have a feeling my intestines are rearranging themselves.
As I lower my gaze from the wall behind the bed, where I was zoning out, pushing through the discomfort, I meet Eliano's eyes. They are wide with awe, drinking me in like I'm the most beautiful thing he's ever seen. His hands stroke my sides gently, thumbs tracing circles over my skin.
"You look beautiful skewered on my pole, so gorgeous," he breathes out, his voice swelled with emotion, and… honesty. "I could see you like this always, taking me so perfectly…"
A flush creeps back into my cheeks at the compliments. I believe him; he really is enchanted by the view. I can sense it in him, weirdly strong, almost as if his thoughts were mine.
Almost to show off myself to him in all the ‘rider’ glory, I lift my hips higher, still a bit experimentally. The drag of his dick sliding out sends sparks through my passage, so right away I sink back down, but now, I’m hooked! The feeling is just sooo good. Growing bolder, I finally start to ride him more dynamically, up and down, up and down, my eyes locked on him, as I'm gradually speeding up, working in earnest.
My thighs flex with each movement, cords of muscle bunching and releasing as I rise and fall, keeping up the pace. My hips roll, grinding down to take him deep, but still without bottoming out, holding that sweet spot where the stretch is intense but bearable.
Sweat slicks my skin, making my tattoos glisten. Eliano's hands grip my thighs tighter, his fingers digging into the flesh, guiding me without forcing me to take him fully. I can feel every ridge of his cock dragging against my inner walls, the condom doing nothing to dull the heat of him, my slick making obscene,wet sounds with each thrust—schlick, schlick—as I bounce on him.
I’d thought the pleasure would build slowly, distracted by the physical effort of the ride itself, just a coiling tension in my gut. But as I find my rhythm, it ramps up, spilling my moans out. Soon they fill the room. I lean forward, bracing my hands on his chest, feeling the hard planes of his pecs under my palms. My hips work faster now, circling and dipping, my ass clenching around him on every downstroke.
