“You’re so gorgeous,” he hissed as I crawled back up his legs, settling between them with a devious smile on my face.
With an unobstructed view, I wrapped my hands around him. I stroked once, curious to see how he’d react to my touch. He jerked in pleasure. This was a whole new world to me, and I was 100% engaged.
My lips parted, wanting a taste as another bead of precum dripped from his tip. I licked it slowly, surprised by the saltiness. Licking it again, even slower this time, I could hear his breath hitch and shudder.
He moaned; the deep and raspy sound encouraged me to keep going. Hips rising, I could tell he was eager for this. Taking a fortifying breath, I let his tip glide into my mouthand across my tongue, taking it as far back as I could—which wasn’t much with his size.
“Fuck,Sybil,” he cursed.
I swirled it in my mouth like a lollipop, enjoying the way I was winding him tight.
“Sybil, Ican’t,”he admitted on a strained exhale.
His hand reached into my hair, helping to guide my mouth up and down his cock a few times. I hummed with the pleasure it brought me.
“Holy hell,you’re going to be the death of me,” he groaned.
I giggled with my lips around him in challenge.
His hand, warm and rough, grasped my arm. I released him with a pop; the sound echoing as he hauled me up his torso. My body dragged over him until we were almost face to face, his hot, wet erection settling between my legs and his crown nudging my entrance.
The moan that left my mouth was unbidden. The pressure felt otherworldly, my nerves twitching at the feel against my clit. I could already sense the orgasm building.
I rocked against him, unable to help myself. “I’m on birth control,” I breathed out, wanting him now; wanting him like this. “Helps with my anxiety,” I explained, feeling the need to justify.
“Are you sure?” he asked. “I’ve never done this bare before.” His wet cock rubbed incessantly along my opening, both his hands cupping my breasts. “But with you, I want to feel you—possess all of you.”
Looking down at him, his eyes hooded, and features gentle, I nodded with desperation. Hair fell into my face, draping overhis chest as he shivered from its touch.
“I don’t want to hurt you,” he added.
My head shook once. “I’ve used a vibrator for years; you won’t. I’m not fragile.” A laugh tried to escape, but it came out more like a keening chuff. “You know the books I read. You don’t need to treat me as if I’m made of glass,” I panted.
At that, I felt his tip, soaked in our combined arousal, notch into me of its own volition, seeking connection.
My head rocked back, hair dragging over my breasts and shoulders until it grazed down my spine and tickled the top of my ass as I sat atop him. My skin was buzzing, and I cried out.
“Oh,fuck,”he grunted.
He went slow as I lifted on my knees, letting him guide me downward, inch by glorious inch. My mouth fell open at the feel of being stretched more than ever before. He cupped my face to bring my eyes back to his, running a thumb across my bottom lip. I bit down with light pressure.
It took some patience on both our parts, but soon he was deep inside me, bottoming out. My body relaxed to his size, and the pinch of pain subsided. I fell against his chest as he moved out and back in, setting a schooled and careful pace. His large hands controlled my hips, fingers wrapping all the way around to my behind, adding a roll to the building rhythm.
Finding a slow but steady dance, we sought each other’s mouths, tongues tangling at a similar, slow pace that further deepened our connection. I couldn’t believe this was happening, and I couldn’t believe how good it felt.
He released one of my hips and moved his hand between us, his fingers finding my clit. He gatheredour combined wetness and circled his thumb with a gentle pressure that made liquid heat gather in my belly, nerves taught with pleasure. I felt myself grow wetter with every stroke he made.
Nash sat up, abs tightening as he rolled us over and set me on my back, pressing my legs farther apart. We never parted; his length buried deep. The added weight of him between my thighs brought me right to the edge, my orgasm teetering.
His pace increased as I urged him harder into me, showing him I could handle it—I wanted it. He grunted, one hand on my breast as he grasped the headboard with the other, bottoming out with every thrust, my hips rising to meet him.
The tingling sensations funneled to a pinpoint before exploding in a euphoric wave of heat unlike anything I’d ever felt before. A breath screamed out of me, pleasure crashing in relentless waves. The delicious torture of it making me cry out.
I could hear him swear from a distance, his movements growing wild until he gave a final, loud grunt, our voices echoing in the room. Heat spilled into me, a foreign but satisfying sensation that only made my orgasm that much better.
Never in my life had I imagined sex would be this good. Behind closed lids, a kaleidoscope of color burst like fireworks, a silent explosion of light and energy unlike anything I’d experienced before. I gasped at the brief sight, wondering if it was real.
He planted kisses all along my collarbone as we descended from the high. His hot, sweat-slick body collapsed onto me. For a long while, he lay there like deadweight, and I soaked in the feeling. Every nerve ending buzzed with our nearness, as though reaching out to fuse with him. Still inside me, Iwrapped my legs around him, locking him against me and not wanting to let go.
