He chuckles before slipping himself inside of me.
I gasp as I stretch around him. His girth and veins rub against every nerve inside of me, leaving a trail of fire in its wake. It doesn’t hurt, but it is a lot, in the best way possible.
Gavin pushes and pulls, filling me more and more with each glide until I am consumed by nothing but him.
“Good gosh,” I let out with a sigh as my body relaxes around the sheer volume of him.
Gavin smiles, kissing me again before his hips rock against me in a smooth rhythm. My body falls in step with his, grinding against him, legs wrapped around him, hands on his firm chest.Everything about this man is large. His biceps are nearly the size of my thighs.
Beads of perspiration form at his silver-flecked temples. They drip down his jawline and into his well-groomed facial hair before dropping onto my chest. It has nothing to do with exertion. He could run marathons without getting short of breath. It’s the body heat between us that has us both glistening with sweat.
“Fuck, baby girl, you are so goddamn tight,” he says as he grinds in and out of me.
“Is that a bad thing?” I ask. No one has ever said that to me before. I’ve also never been with a man that has a dick worthy of being carved on a Greek statue before either.
“Hell no,” he answers with a growly laugh.
Our bodies clap together as he picks up speed, and he smirks again. “You’re wet for me too,” he says.
I respond with a whimper and a nod.
“Are you going to come for me?” he asks.
“Yes,” I answer.
“Are you ready to come for me?” he asks, and I nod.
“Please,” I beg. I can tell just by the intensity of the pleasure swelling between my thighs that this orgasm is going to be the end-all for me.
I also don’t know how much more of his cock I can take, so I shamelessly resort to begging. “Please make me come. I need to come.”
“Yes, ma’am,” he grins, getting up on his knees. Then he grabs me by the thighs, lifting my butt off the bed and yanking me into him. His hips crash into mine with more urgency, harder and harder, faster and faster until I am gasping, moaning, and writhing on the bed.
As the fire rushes through my veins, I can literally feel the release building up in him too, making his cock even harder inside of me.
Then, all at once, it breaks free in an earthquake of seizing spasms as the orgasm rips through us.
He falls on top of me and we lay there panting. I feel my walls pulsate around his cock, the aftermath of the orgasm still giving me pleasure.
So that's what sex is supposed to feel like, I think to myself, not sure if I'm disappointed for the lost opportunity all these years or disappointed because I'll probably never have this again.
When we both relax, he rolls onto his back, and I sit up and smile.
Well. I guess I can cross off epic one-night stands from my ‘never-have-I-ever’ list.
I'm not sure what to do next. What's the protocol? Are we supposed to cuddle? Should I remark about how good he was? Or should I get the hell out of here before I make a schoolgirl fool of myself, ranting about how big his penis is and how that was the most intense orgasm I've ever had.
I decide to get up and pad over to retrieve my clothes.
As I pick up my panties, which are lying on the floor next to his pants, I notice his wallet fell out of the pocket. Next to it is a business card.
Snowcap Summit Ski Resort
At first, I think maybe it’s a place he frequents for skiing.
But then I see the name at the bottom.
Gavin Lacey- Proprietor.
