He settled his elbows on either side of her head and dipped to kiss her as he shifted his hips to work further between her thighs.
His cock brushed the curls between her legs then delved deeper as he flexed his hips.
She opened for him, wanting him. Her pussy throbbed, each little pulse sending a surge of liquid adrenaline rocketing through her pelvis.
The broad head of his penis nudged at her folds, brushing across her clit before settling lower at her entrance. Spasms of delight, centering at the quivering nub of flesh between her legs and radiating outward in all directions, licked at her as he brushed upward again from her entrance through the delicate, damp flesh.
“Hutch, please,” she gasped.
Propping himself on one arm, he reached between them with his other hand and grasped his cock, positioning it then sliding forward just an inch.
She sucked in her breath and tensed from head to toe as an explosion of sensation rocked her to her core.
He was so thick, so hard.
She closed her eyes and threw her head back as he eased forward. Her body stretched to accommodate him, giving in to his persistent intrusion.
And then he withdrew, and she moaned in protest. He settled back on his arms on either side of her head, flexed his hips to enter her once more then captured her mouth in a demanding kiss.
She could feel the strain, the fight within him. He was afraid of hurting her. She smiled, slid her mouth down his jaw until she reached his neck and then sank her teeth into his skin.
“Reggie, dear God, stop that!”
She grinned and nibbled up to his ear before sucking the lobe into her mouth. He shuddered against her and surged deeper. She let out a contented sigh. Much, much better.
She wiggled underneath him, adjusting the angle of her hips so she could take him deeper.
“Are you trying to kill me?” he groaned. “Stop moving or it’s going to be over in about two seconds flat.”
She chuckled then wrapped her arms and legs tightly around him. She planted her heels in his hard ass and hoisted herself higher, seeking to plant him deeper.
“Impatient little wench.”
“Demanding too,” she murmured against his ear, and then she licked him again, rolling her tongue over the inner shell.
His big body shuddered against her, and it was as if the last string holding his control snapped right in two. He rose on his knees, drew his hands back between her legs, shoved them underneath her thighs and pushed forward.
Spread wide beneath him, she cried out when he thrust and planted himself deep into her body.
He worked her legs higher, and he leaned into her. And then his hips met her pelvis as he slid all the way in.
She gasped at the incredible sense of fullness. Her pussy quivered, stretched around him, every nerve ending pulsing and throbbing against his cock.
He dropped her legs and lowered his body until his chest pressed against her breasts. He burrowed his arms underneath her back, pulling her close. His legs strained as his knees held the bulk of his weight from her.
He flexed his hips, withdrawing and then sinking into her again.
“I’ve waited so long for this,” he said softly. “For it to be just you and me, you wrapped around me like a blanket and me so deep inside you that I get lost.”
She dug her nails into his shoulders and lifted her hips to meet his thrust. She was slick around his cock, and he glided easily back and forth.
Delicious friction. He worked faster and harder, his earlier concern of hurting her seemingly gone.
Deep within, the burn began. Small at first but growing larger. A tiny kernel of pleasure blossomed, rolling tighter and tighter, faster and faster.
She moaned and urged him on. She grabbed at him, her hands slipping. She wrapped her legs around him and came off the bed, straining against him with all her strength.
He buried his face in her neck, kissing and nibbling, his breaths coming in gasps as the sounds of flesh slapping against flesh grew louder.
