Am I the only one who sees how wonderful she is? How can that be possible?
I look her in the eyes as I grind my fat cock into her at just the right angle to set her squirming. She deserves to be loved, and I’m going to show her that every part of me is doing just that.
“You’re a fucking dream, Lana,” I growl as I stretch her to her limits and nudge her swollen clit.
10
LANA
This man is my own personal brand of fucking aphrodisiac.
His compliments are unlike any I’ve received before. None of those sounded genuine, but whenever Bates tells me I’m beautiful and wonderful, the words ring true, as if he actually believes them. He utters a word of praise, and I seriously consider ripping off the condom so I can receive all the ingredients I’ll need to bake a little version of him over the next nine months.
I’ve known him for about five hours, and I think I’ve fallen in love with him — which is very efficient of me, but not exactly acceptable behavior for a one-night stand. I should ease back.
Ishould.
But Bates doesn’t let me. He shoves his massive cock deep, hits the joy-button right on the head, and rumbles at me all soft and tender while still sounding like an authority on the matter.
“A perfect fucking dream.”
He unravels me… one fiber at a time, and then all at once until my body isshakingwith the pleasure of being adored.
This grown man looks me dead in the eyes andshowsme what he thinks of me. He wields his big, perfect cock like a stamp of approval, branding my insides as valuable and desireduntil I’m crying out and coming so hard he can hardly fuck me through my pussy’s fierce grasp.
Bates thrusts his cock deeply with a strong, sure finality, and I watch the satisfaction in his gaze as he spills his own pleasure into me. It feels as if we’re pulsing together like one creature. One ecstatic, quivering, overwhelmed creature, who can’t stop its electrified skin from thrumming nor its swirling insides from dancing through the uncontrollable waves of an orgasmic explosion.
“A dream I wish would never end,” he whispers as if it’s a secret he shouldn’t have shared.
All I can do is gaze up at him in wonder. My body is living its best life beneath him, trembling inside and out with sensitive nerves that only seem to feel pleasure.
Bates sweeps his fingers over my hair in a tender gesture. He’s watching me as if I’m his new favorite show and he can’t miss a second of it. His smile is ever-present, and it grows each time I fall prey to another internal quiver. He shifts gently inside me, coaxing them from me until they dissipate completely, then he just holds me where I am and keeps stroking my hair while he stares down at me in a way that I’m sure I’m not meant to read as much into as I am.
I’m pretty sure I’ve been bitten by an insatiable little lovebug, and I want that look to mean he’s suffering from the same affliction.
I want that so desperately that I’m not going to let myself speak for fear of blurting it out and ruining the best night of my life.
Oh, fuck.
My eyes are getting all hot, and I can feel a mist building.
If I cry when his cock is still inside me, I’m going to die. I’ll kick my own ass to death. It should be illegal to cry when you’re experiencing a fucking miracle.
“You okay?” he whispers, his eyes searching mine in concern.
I nod.
Perfectly wonderful. Thank you. For everything.
He doesn’t look entirely convinced, but a glance at the clock on the bedside spurs him into action. He swears under his breath and looks at me longingly — as if he’d rather fuck me several more times before the night is over. It’s a look that I’ll appreciate until the end of time, and I’d like to thank him out loud, but I think my throat has been sealed shut by the choking grip of emotion.
Bates kisses my forehead and eases himself out of me. He deals with the condom en route to the bathroom, and I hear the water turn on. He returns, lifts me effortlessly into his arms, and heads back to the shower.
Before tonight, I have to admit that despite some intensive research on the matter; I had no real understanding of what could happen between a man and a woman when they’re being intimate with each other.
I hadn’t dreamed that orgasms could become more powerful when you add a second person, though I suppose it makes a lot of sense in a combined, accumulative energy kind of way.
I also didn’t know how tender genitals could get after exuberant sexual activity, and I never expected to be soaped up and rinsed down by the man who tenderized me.
