Was I falling in love with him? This soon?
He was going to leave. There was no possible way for him to stay. I knew that, so I may as well make the most of the time that I had with him. Because I was definitely enjoying myself and I wanted to make him feel good.
“Woman, you tease me to the point of losing my restraint,” he said, his voice a growl as if his more animal side was being barely held at bay.
I shivered as he dropped his head and licked me from my collarbone up my neck to the side of my ear. I tilted my head to give him easy access, enjoying the feeling of the cool air on my wet skin, goosebumps spreading over me. He groaned, tucking his head in the crook of my neck, and breathing deeply.
“You are my mate, like the myths foretold,” he said, the tone of his voice reverent.
I pulled my head away from him slightly. “Your mate?”
Jon shook his head and gave me a small smile. “Just an old story,” he said, and then his hands drifted over me, and I was too caught up in his touch to ask him to explain.
He shifted between my thighs, his gigantic hands gripping my hips and tilting me toward him. He pulled back to look between our bodies, where his two cocks were straining, hard and thick with creamy lavender-colored pre-come at the tips. I reached for him, taking the slightly less intimidating topmost cock in my hands.
“This one?” I asked, the shyness I had felt before disappearing at the thought of him being inside me. I want nothing more than to feel those ridges sliding into me.
He nodded and reached down to cover my hand where it gripped him. He moved my hand over his length as we stroked him together. Heat pooled low in my belly, and I felt a rush of wetness between my legs.
I had never been so turned on in all my life.
He took his hand away, instead lifting my hips, so the topmost cock was notched against my opening, his bottom most cock sliding erotically against the cleft of my bottom, spreading slippery pre-come on my skin. He lifted his eyes to meet mine, and I realized he was waiting for me to consent.
“I need you, Jon.”
A flash of something I couldn’t catch washed over his face. “I am yours, Kitty. Always.”
It’s just the heat of the moment. He doesn’t mean it.
I licked my lips in anticipation, nodding and our hands still gripping his top cock, guided him inside me. The blunt head of his cock pressed against my opening, and I felt a pressure like nothing before. He was huge, and I had to remind myself to breathe out, relaxing so I could take him.
I groaned at the feeling of him opening me so slowly. Inch by slow inch, he slid inside me, pausing every so often to let me adjust. I shifted my hips, the slide of his lower cock against the cleft of my bottom foreign, but not unpleasant. I wondered what it would feel like to be filled by both at the same time. The thought of something filling that place had never appealed to me until now.
When our hips met, I let my breath out in a whoosh. I felt whole. Complete. Full in a way I’d never felt before. I gave a gentle squeeze of my innermost muscles, and he groaned, dropping his forehead down to meet mine, his hands braced against the mattress on either side of my head. He was so much larger than me and I felt overwhelmed, but not unpleasantly. I felt safe, cradled, secure.
And then he moved.
Slowly, at first, and then with each thrust those ridges and notches on the underside of his cock rubbed me in the most delicious way.
I looked down between our bodies at how his cock contrasted against my skin. It was flushed deep purple, and my pale legs wrapped around his hips were an erotic contrast. He slid a hand underneath my back, pulling the flush against him and as he drove deep inside me. With every slow stroke, I felt myself climbing higher and highertoward a peak of pleasure unlike anything I’d ever felt before.
“You feel so good,” he said, his mouth against my neck.
I reached down to grasp his muscular backside, my fingers biting into his firm flesh to pull him closer. We both groaned, and I felt something loosening my chest as he lifted his head and our eyes met. He slid a hand between us, finding my clit, and the added pressure was exactly what I needed to send me over the edge.
It all became too much, the feeling of him inside me, the ridges rubbing me, his fingers on my clit, and his large lower cock pressing against my backside. I was assaulted by sensation, tumbling over into the abyss of pleasure. I cried out, squeezing my eyes shut and arching my back.
“That’s it, little one. Take your pleasure on me.” He growled against my neck before his own movements became more erratic. He gripped my hips in firm hands, and lifted me to thrust deeper while I still clenched around him in the aftermath of my orgasm.
He must have been close because it didn’t take long before he was shouting his pleasure into the pillow next to my head, and shuddering deep inside me. I felt a warm splash against my lower back from his lower cock, as the force of his own orgasm triggered another for me, and I gasped in surprise as I came. I clutched him close, arms sliding up his broad back to hold him to me, though he braced his weight on his elbows to keep from squashing me.
This closeness was something I had craved. Sex had always been somewhat awkward for me, as I was always self-conscious about my body. But with Jon, it was different. It felt like a genuine connection. Not just sex.
Jon pulled back, easing himself from my body. I winced asI felt a rush of wetness and I realized we hadn’t spoken about birth control.
What if I get pregnant?
He eased himself onto the bed next to me, propping his head on his hand, and lifting his other to trace a lazy pattern on my stomach.
