“God, you have no idea how much I want that too, but I want to be sure you don’t feel pressured to do it. I can wait, Sia.”
“Oh, Lord, no, I don’t feel pressured, honey. I know I should probably be more ladylike and wait, but I can’t. I swear, I’ve never been like this with anyone else. You drive me mad with longing,” she confessed.
“And you drive me insane. I know we haven’t gotten a chance to discuss our sexual experiences or urges. We can do those first if you want. If not, all I want to say is, I’ll never ask you for anything you don’t want to give. I can promise you I was tested not long ago, and the results came back negative. And since then, I haven’t been with anyone.”
“It has been a while for me, and I had myself tested when my last relationship ended. I’m negative, too. As for contraception, I’ve always been on birth control on top of using condoms,” she confessed.
“I’ve never gone without a condom, and I’ll use them with you. But I want you to know that I see this becoming a long-term, hopefully permanent relationship. When that happens, I’d like to revisit using condoms. I’d love to know what it’s like to have nothing between us, to feel everything.” I confessed.
Her moan told me she would like the same thing. With that out of the way, we got back to making each other feel amazing. It didn’t take much kissing or fondling to have both of us revving to go.
I wanted to hold her gaze as I entered her for the first time. Since she admitted it had been a while since her last time, I left her straddling me. All it required was that I stretch my arm to my nightstand drawer. I opened it and felt around until I found the condoms. I pulled out a strip of three. I tore one off and let the other two stay on the stand. Anastasia removed it from my hand.
“Please, let me put it on,” she moaned.
I nodded and then watched as she encased my aching cock in the condom. The way she sheathed me and ensured it was snug, and the tiny reservoir left at the tip, had me restlessly moving on the mattress. As soon as it was ready, I held my cock erect. Anastasia raised herself, poised over it, then slowly sank onto my cock.
A loud groan was torn from me. My beautiful woman gasped and moaned. There were no signs of pain, just pleasure. I swear I’d never felt anyone as tight as her. My eyes rolled back in my head. I gritted my teeth to prevent myself from thrusting into her forcefully. By the time she came to a rest with every inch of my cock buried inside of her scorching hot and wet pussy, we were both panting.
My fingers clutched her hips, biting into them a little. Her hands were resting on my pecs as she wiggled, making sure I was in place.
“Jesus! You’re like cling wrap. Incredible,” I muttered.
Anastasia giggled, which made me groan more.
“I’m taking the cling wrap as a compliment. You’re stretching me so much, so full.”
“Am I hurting you?” I asked, in alarm.
“No! No, not that, just intense but in a good way.”
“Tell me if it hurts. And you set the pace when you’re ready,” I told her, as I tensed to keep from lifting her up and down my length.
The urge to go animalistic was creeping up. I had a high sex drive and liked my sex on the rougher side, but with her, I knew whatever she gave me would sate my urges. As I waited, the image came to mind of me having her bound in my ropes and not only being drop-dead gorgeous in them from an artistic standpoint, but how hot it would be to fuck her as she was bound. My cock jerked in response, causing her to cry out.
Between one blink and the next, Anastasia lifted herself until only the head of my cock remained inside, then she slid down to bury it fully again. It was about five strokes in before she made a frustrated sound.
“What’s wrong?” I asked.
“I can’t go fast enough,” she muttered.
“I can help if you want.”
“Please.”
Taking the lead, I rolled her onto her back while somehow maintaining our connection. I still had the face-to-face I desired. I brought her bottom off the mattress, changing the angle, and allowing me to thrust faster and harder.
“That’s it. Yes, oh, Reign, don’t stop. You feel unbelievable,” she whimpered.
“Sia, you’re the one who feels unbelievable. I want to make you scream,” I told her raggedly.
“Do it. Don’t hold back. Show me what makes you wild,” she pleaded.
My hold on restraint eased. I held her up with her knees over the crooks of my arms, and I increased the pounding rhythm. Thirty seconds later, her nails bit into my forearmswhere her hands rested, and she tightened around me. Her cry was loud.
As she tried to wring my cock dry, I powered past it, holding onto my load by a prayer. I sent up a silent thank you as she eased off. Hunching over, I stroked in and out, but not as quickly or hard as before. I wanted to prolong it as long as possible. This move allowed me to kiss her passionately and then have my mouth on her breasts. Her shuddering moans fed my high.
Anastasia ran her hands all over my chest and tweaked my nipples. She did this for a few minutes, and then she ran her nails down my back to my ass cheeks. I knew she was close, so I increased my speed, letting go of more of my control.
