“Yeah?”
The question in his tone is real, and it surprises me. “Did you think I’d take a hand job and leave you with nothing?”
“I’d take it if that’s all you wanted.”
“Well, it’s not. So why don’t we pull out what feels like a very impressive cock so we can do something with it.”
He’s making throaty sounds that are part laugh, part groan. “If you say so.”
“I do.” I pull myself up to more of a sitting position,straddling the tops of his thighs. Then together he and I manage to undo his jeans and slide them down enough to get into his boxers and retrieve his cock.
It is a good one. Firm and thick and substantial with coarse hair around the base. All of him is big, so his size isn’t surprising. And it’s not so unnaturally large that I’m worried about the fit. I smile down at him.
“I guess that means I’ll do.” He’s been watching my face, and something in his expression relaxes now.
“You’ll more than do. Help me get out of these jeans so we can fuck properly.”
There’s a minute of awkward maneuvering as we strip off my jeans and underwear at the same time. But then I’m able to climb back in place, straddling him and lifting myself up until we’re aligned.
He holds his cock in place as I lower myself over him.
The penetration is tight. It takes a minute of shifting and adjusting until he’s comfortably inside me. Then I breathe deeply, trying to relax my pussy around him.
“How’s that?” He’s gripping the flesh on each side of my ass, holding himself intensely still.
“It’s good.”
“You tellin’ me the truth?”
“Yes, I’m telling the truth. I’ve had plenty of experience fucking a man when I didn’t want it. I’m not going to do it again.”
Unexpectedly, he lifts one hand to cup my cheek. “I know you did, baby. That’s why anythin’ we do together iswith you all in. So you better tell me if this is feelin’ good to you or not.”
“I’m all in. I promise. I’m feeling good.” To prove it, I start easing up and down on his cock, testing the position.
“Shit,” he hisses, his hips bucking up once before he controls it. “You’re gonna kill me before the end of this, aren’t you?”
I’m almost laughing again at his dry tone and tense expression. “I’ll try not to. But you know how I get when I’m on a mission.”
“Yeah, I do.” His eyes are warm and fond. “No one focuses on a job like you. So I’ll hold on for the ride and enjoy it.”
I’ve never in my life felt excited and aroused and affectionate and safe like this—not in the middle of sex, not inanysituation. It’s a heady combination.
When I start riding him again, he thrusts from below to match my rhythm, holding on to my hips again to keep me from letting him slip out.
Our motion is controlled and steady at first, but it doesn’t last that way. As the pleasure builds, so does my enthusiasm. Soon I’m bouncing wildly, and he’s bucking his hips up in hard, short thrusts.
We’re both grunting, soft and carnal, and the sofa springs are squeaking shamelessly.
“I’m gonna come,” I gasp out when the pleasure coils so tight it makes my vision darken.
“Yeah. Yeah, baby. Come again. Come now.” His fingers dig into my hips. He must be getting close. Soon.
I have to stuff my fist into my mouth again as I fall into climax. I shake and jerk through the spasms, whimpering and salivating around my hand.
He stifles a groan and holds me down as he fucks me vigorously from below. He’s consumed by it, giving himself to the motion so completely that I’m momentarily worried for the physical integrity of the sofa.
“I want you to let go too, but don’t break the couch,” I say, stroking his chest and squeezing my pussy around him. I’m still getting little aftershocks of pleasure, and the whole experience is delicious. “We’d have a lot of explaining to do.”
