He quickly removes his own clothes, revealing the hard planes of his chest, the trail of hair leading to his thick cock, already hard and leaking pre-cum at the tip.
I’ve dreamed for so long of seeing him like this, and now I am. I moan softly as I bite down on my lip, pressing my legs together to ease the ache in my core.
He moves back on the bed, nudging my legs apart as he positions his body between my thighs, his fingers parting my folds.
“Hmm, so wet for me already.” He blows his hot breath down the length of my seam, and I arch my hips upward toward him. “So needy.”
My eyes gaze down my body at him as he takes two of his fingers into his mouth, sucking them before pushing them inside my pussy. He thrusts them in and out of me, curling the tips of his fingers, hitting me right on my g-spot.
“Oh God,” I cry out.
He smirks as he continues to pump his fingers slowly as his thumb circles my clit. The sensation is so intense that I’m writhing beneath him.
"That's it, baby. Let me hear you. It fucking makes me hard."
I moan, hips bucking against his hand. "Please... more." I beg.
He withdraws his fingers right as I’m about to come, and I want to scream for a totally different reason. He moves, taking hold of his cock as he runs it through the length of my seam before positioning it at my opening. He runs the head of his cock in a circular motion around my hole, teasing me before thrusting it deep inside me, filling me completely. I cry out as he buries his cock in me, the perfect burn of him stretching my pussy around his girth. He stills, letting me adjust, as he kisses me deeply.
"You good?" he asks me breathlessly. “Is this okay?”
It’s more than fucking okay. Him inside me is more amazing than I’ve ever imagined. Reality is much better than the dream.
"Yes. Move." I wrap my legs around him, urging him on.
“Your wish is my command, baby.”
He starts slow, pulling out almost all the way before sliding back in, each thrust deliberate. His hands grip my hips, changing the angle he’s fucking me, so that I can take him deeper. The room fills with the sounds of our love-making.
"Fuck, you feel so good," he growls, one hand sliding up to pinch my nipple, rolling its hardened peak between his fingers. The walls of my pussy clench around his shaft, the pleasure coiling tight in my belly.
"Harder," I demand as my nails dig into his back, my legs lift, wrapping around his waist, my heels digging into his ass.
He obliges, pounding into me at a relentless pace, driving me closer to my climax.
“I’m going to come,” I whimper.
My orgasm crashes through me, my pussy pulsing around his shaft as I scream his name. He follows seconds later, burying himself to the hilt, cock throbbing as he comes inside me, hot spurts filling me up.
We collapse together; he braces his arm on the mattress so the full brunt of his weight isn’t on top of me. He doesn't pullout right away, staying connected as our breathing evens out. Gently, he rolls us to the side, slipping free from me. His fingers trail over the ridge of my hip.
“I’ll be right back,” he whispers, standing from the bed and heading to the bathroom. He returns a minute later with a wet cloth and gently cleans me, using tender strokes between my thighs and over my sensitive folds.
He steps over to my laundry basket, placing the cloth inside of it and joins me back in the bed.
"You okay?" he asks softly, peppering soft kisses to my forehead.
"More than okay," I murmur, rolling onto my side, nestling into his chest, as my arm rests on his stomach. He wraps his arm around me, holding me close to him as our legs tangle together.
This feels so perfect. So right.
We lay there in the quiet, his fingers tracing lazy patterns on my shoulder.
Our quiet is interrupted when we hear his phone vibrating against the wood floor.
“One second,” he tells me. “It might be the hospital or…” He doesn’t finish the sentence. I know what he was going to say. The club.
He stands and walks around the bed, and pulls his phone from the pocket of his pants, and looks at the screen. He lets out a groan and his expression hardens.
