He eased the zipper down slowly, his pants dropping further and further down his hips and exposing more taut, bronzed skin. She shifted; feeling more turned on than she had in her entire life, and she slid a hand between her legs to ease the ache.
Zac, seeing this, quickly stripped his pants from his body, leaving himself gloriously naked to her gaze and standing next to the bed so she could drink her fill. Laila's gaze zeroed in on the enormous cock that he held in one hand, stroking it slowly as he stared at her, his other hand dropping to cup his heavy balls.
Her eyes widened as she considered just how large his dick was. In his hands it looked big, but his hands were huge! She swallowed past a lump that had suddenly formed in her throat. She shivered, loving how confident he was in her presence, but a little apprehensive at what was to come.
She tore her eyes away, and quickly realized it wasn't just his upper body that was scarred, but his right hip and thigh as well. The scars danced across his skin, appearing as dull silver dancing across his bronze skin in the warm light of the room.
“I didn't realize...” she began.
“Few have seen what you are seeing,” he replied, his hands stilling. She moved to kneel on the bed in front of him, forcing him to meet her eyes.
“You are incredible.” She smiled reassuringly, her hand squeezing his. “I can't imagine... and yet look at you.” She waved her hand at his body.
Kneeling on the bed, she was at eye level with his cock. She swallowed, darting a glance up to meet his eyes. He reached for her, sliding his hands over her shoulders. Licking her lips, she trailed her fingers up his thighs, past his dick and across his abdomen, the muscles tightening under her touch. He grasped her hand and placed it on his throbbing member, wrapping her fingers around him and squeezing gently. Zac moved their hands together, sliding up and down, showing her what he liked. He was thick and hot and silken, her touch making him groan with pleasure.
He stilled her movements. “Enough, or I won't last.”
He pushed her backwards onto the bed as he slid a knee between her legs, settling between her thighs.
“You feel so good.” She ran her hands over his chest, reaching for his shoulders to pull him towards her. Zac braced himself on one arm, and bent his head, their lips meeting. They kissed, exploring each other, teasing each other, and inflaming their passion until they were both gasping with need.
Laila wriggled underneath him, lifting her hips to push against his straining cock. He thrust his hips, rocking his hard length against her clit and making her moan.
“I want to bury myself in you,” he whispered against her ear, sending shivers through her.
She nodded. “Yes, Zac! Yes! I want your cock inside me.”
He moved, surprising her by kneeling between her legs, then lifting her easily to sit on his lap. His hard cock slid against her wet heat, and they both groaned. Laila ground herself against him, finding a rhythm that made them both pant with need.
“I want you inside me,” she whispered into his neck.
He lifted her and positioned the broad head of his cock at her entrance, rubbing it against her. Laila let out a frustrated noise and strained against him, trying to impale herself on him, but Zac held her back, teasing her with his hard dick.
“Zac, please!”
He relented, slowly sliding into her soaking pussy, letting her adjust to his girth with only the head of his cock inside her, both of them moaning at the exquisite feelings of being melded together.
“You're so tight,” Zac choked out. “I don't want to hurt you.” His grip tightened on her backside, spreading her open for him.
Laila rolled her hips, trying to take him deep, and he let her have a little more of him... then more, slowly sliding her down his length until she sat on his thighs. The torture of not moving was so intense that Laila felt herself tighten around him in the beginnings of an orgasm. Zac ground against her, and Laila threw her head back and cried out as she came.
Not giving her any time to recover, Zac lifted her and lowered her slowly, sliding in and out of her wet heat. Their eyes met and Laila groaned at the intensity of his gaze and the feeling of his thick cock rubbing all the right places inside her. He began thrusting with increased intensity, muscles rippling as he fought to maintain control.
“Let go, you won't hurt me.” She panted.
With a growl deep in his throat, he began moving faster, the slap of their flesh filling the room. Their cries mingled until, with one final hard thrust, he came into her wet heat.
Breathing hard, he lifted her from him and rolled her over, laying her on top of him. He smoothed a hand over her wild hair and down her back as their breathing calmed.
“Well, that was...” she trailed off with a giggle.
“Good? Great?” He chuckled.
She laughed, tucking her head into his side and draping her arm across his chest. They stayed that way for long moments; their heart beats gradually returning to normal.
“What now?” She asked, trailing fingers across his chest. “We can't do this again, can we?” she asked.
“We shouldn't,” Zac agreed.
