He’s not wearing any underwear, either.
“See? We were made for each other.”
He stays standing there, a few paces away from the bed, as I lay there on my back, resting on my elbows, admiring his body. All those photos really don’t do it justice. I let my eyes run over his pecs, his perfect abs, his waist, his hips, until…
“Like what you see?”
He’s such a dick.
“I’d like to see it up close,” I say, nibbling at my lip.
His smile saysI’m about to fuck you, and you’ll definitely feel it. He approaches the bed, so confident and determined about what he wants to do. He knows full well that, after tonight, I’ll never be able to think of anything but him.
He bends over the mattress and slides on top of me. Before I can realise what’s happening, his hand is between my thighs. The heat of his fingers on my clit makes me arch my back again, as if a shock is running through my body.
Nick leans down to my mouth and fills me with his tongue again, his fingers sliding deeply inside me.
His kiss is urgent; he doesn’t breathe, he doesn’t slow down. He can’t control himself – just as he can’t control his fingers, slipping in and out of my slickness.
“I can’t,” he says, tearing his mouth from mine as his fingers slide out of me. “I can’t go slowly. I’d like to, but… I can’t. I don’t want to play any games. I want you. Right now.”
Then Nick’s body presses down on me completely; I can feel the pressure of his cock against me. Suddenly, the heat engulfs me, sending me up in flames as he pushes inside me.
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Go slowly? Did I seriously think I could go slowly?
Like fuck I can.
I want all of her. And I can’t wait even another second.
Casey grabs hold of my shoulders as I slide inside her. My body reacts violently to the contact, as if someone really had set me on fire; as if I was burning alive, and the only way to put it out was to push inside her. As if she was my only hope for salvation.
I can feel her nails cutting into my skin, as I move quickly, answering her body’s call. I can’t control myself, can’t seem to slow my movements and make the most of every tremor, every moan. I’m consumed by the desire to feel her, and to make sure that she feels me in every inch of her body.
I bend into her mouth, capturing every breath she takes. I press my hands against the mattress and lift myself slightly so that I can push even harder. She throws her arms above her, grabbing fistfuls of the bedsheet.
I keep kissing her, breathing her in, pushing inside her with my tongue and with my dick. She has to feel me all over. She has to understand what it means to make love to me. She’ll never forget this.
She lifts her legs into the air, wrapping them around my back and pulling me deeper inside her. I’m approaching the limit, unable to suppress myself anymore.
Casey’s hands are in my hair, pulling me closer to her as if she could never have enough – and I’m ready to give her more.
I lift myself up completely and grab her arse, moving her into the middle of the bed, straddling her and linking my fingers with hers. Then I start to thrust again, enjoying this view of her body, our skin tones against each other. I drink in the lust in her face, her full, swollen lips, which are parted in pleasure.
I’ve waited eight years for this. I’m such an idiot. The biggest dickhead ever.
I move my hands to her clit, massaging it with both thumbs, still holding her hands in mine. I rub it, torture it – I want to see it swell, feeling it pulse under my skin.
Casey moves with me, meeting my thrusts with her hips; she wants my fingers, my dick. She wants me to consume her, show her that she’s mine.
Our bodies are a symphony – and it’s a sound I could only ever make with her.
I let go of her hands and grab her breasts. I lean down and take one in my mouth, sucking at it and pulling at it until I hear her cry out. She grabs the sheet again, closing her eyes, abandoning herself to the pleasure. She wants to feel everything – and she only wants to feel it with me.
And I’ll never let her feel it with anyone else.
