“You want to take me?”
“Take you? You just came though?—”
I grab her hand and shape it to my shaft. “Give me a couple minutes and I’ll be ready for you.”
Another mewl—I’m collecting and savoring them.
“Fuck, Zach,” she moans, but she strokes me, proving she’s not the only one taking notes because she mimics how I was jerking off.
At least, she does her best in our current positions.
In time to her strokes, I thrust my cum-soaked fingers into her pussy, making sure that she’s nice and lubed up as the last thing I want is to cause her pain.
By the time that she’s slick enough to take me with ease, my dick’s back in business.
“Wow. It’s just as hard as before.”
“Perks of dating a hockey player,” I remark, drifting forward, returning to my position above her.
This time, when my dick finds her pussy, nothing’s between us.
“I know what heaven feels like now.”
I close my eyes because she’s molten silk, coated in me, and I needthis, her,acceptance and love andus, every goddamn night for the rest of my life.
Her lips get sucked between her teeth again as she shifts and shuffles beneath me until her heels are digging into my ass and her knees are butterflied to the couch.
“You want me to come again for you, gorgeous? ‘Cause keep up the show and I will.”
“No, just hoping you’ll hurry up.”
As I snicker—of course, sex with Denny would include laughter—I guide my dick home.
“You’re—” D gulps. “—big.”
“You’ll take me perfectly, Denny.”
“God,” she croaks as I carefully thrust into her. “You feel so... I feel… This is… I need…”
“Tell me, Denny. Tell me what you need. I’ll give you anything. Just tell me, gorgeous.”
That has her face crumpling. Her hand wafts. She gestures at nothing then at where we’re joined. “More.”
Like I promised I would, I give her what she’s asking for.
Slowly. But surely. Not rushing her. Taking it gently so she never has a chance to tense up.
Fuck, she feels even better like this. So tight. Jesus.
“How you’re squeezing me is fire, D,” I grate out, aware that I sound tortured, but what a way to goddamn go.
Her keening cry as one of her hands finds my hair, which she tugs like she doesn’t care she’ll make me bald, is what I need to hear every night before I fall asleep.
Using that as a measure of how ready she is, I continue onward.
Inch after inch, I feed her my cock until, finally, I’m all the way in.
That’s when I notice the spots at the sides of my vision because how I’m not coming is a miracle in and of itself.
