“Take off your underwear.”
“That sounds like a command.”
“It is.”
He obliged, slipping out of them quickly. When he laid back down, I let him watch as I slipped out of mine, bending purposefully so he could check out my ass while it was slowly revealed from under the lace panties. I tossed them to the side, then sat back down on him.
I hadn’t yet looked at his dick. I was afraid…I had sensed the size. I had sensed the way his desire grew when he pushed into me. I was afraid I wouldn’t be able to handle it. At the same time, I knew I wanted it more than anything.
So, I sat in a way that the shaft was lined up with my clit and the tip would be aligned up toward his belly button. Then I leaned forward and rained kisses up his bare chest.
If touching fingertips ignited an electric shock, the sensation of my lips on his skin was like a lightning bolt shooting through our bodies. I could even hear the thunder in the rasps of our breath.
I laced my tongue up his chest, grabbed a kiss on his neck, then swooped in, as if to kiss his mouth, but swiftly turned his chin aside so that I could devour his ear instead.
He moaned, his hands grabbing my ass as soon as I wished that he would. He squeezed down tight. One hand quickly went to my hair, reading my mind and responding before I even knew I had asked him to. He pulled back on my hair, to grab his own kisses on my neck. I shook away from his grip and sat back on top of him. Slowly, slowly, I looked down at his dick.
The size did not disappoint. I gulped and he noticed. He laughed.
“You can handle it,” he said. “I trust you entirely. And, I will only go in until you say—or even if you think—stop.”
I licked my lips. “Let’s find out.”
I shimmied down from him so that I could have his shaft in my hand and then I gently, so gently, moved the tip into my mouth. I moved it around with my tongue, sucking hard in as I slowly, so slowly, took it all the way down my throat, rubbing the shaft down at the same time.
His moan was even deeper this time.
I sucked in hard, deep throat, and then moved up and out slowly, a couple inches at a time, tongue swirling on the shaft, a ring with my fingers, my other hand cupping his balls. I spit on the shaft, then quickly moved to squat over him, maneuvering his dick into position, gently easing down, seeing if I could take him all.
I screamed as I let him in all the way.
He was so deep, so deep…I clenched his hips and gently moved up and down. He choked out a gasp and gripped at the sheets as I teased him, coming all the way out again, then down just a little, just the tip, then sank in all the way with a fierce thrust downward.
I screamed again.
Then I was bouncing up and down on him, gripping his chest, feeling him fill me, driving into me as his eyes glazed over. He stared at the canopied ceiling, barely able to mouth words, barely able to breathe.
I ground down hard on him, circling around and around, and he got back under control, grabbed me around the waist and flipped us over, still inside me. Then he turned me over, and guided me down on my stomach, moved one leg bent up, the other straight out underneath him. He held steady a moment.
“You ready?”
“Yes!” I breathed out. “Yes!”
He slammed into me.
My scream echoed off the walls and the electricity of our Destin connection blurred my mind. I saw prisms. I saw mosaics of butterflies and fractals of snowflakes bouncing in my eyes.
He slammed in again, gripping my one raised hip, leaving the imprints of bruises on my side, one hand holding tight to my hair. My vision blurred as he hit the G-spot over and over. I could feel myself getting closer. How was this happening? How was this dizzying electricity spiking my body? Every cell was tingling, and he was so deep inside me, so deep.
I looked over my shoulder and saw his eyes glazing, his chest slick with sweat, his gaze admiring the way my ass rocked into him. His breathing was getting ragged, matching my every gasp, and the thrusting faster, deeper, harder. His fingertips dug into my skin and he slammed one final time into me, jolting deeper and deeper with the cascading aftershocks and in that instance, I came too, exploding, toes curling, hands digging into the sheets. I couldn’t tell if the scream was mine or if it was the sound of his emotions in my head.
My orgasm rocketed me, and I saw the warp speed vision of planets passing by the window of my life and the smear of his body and breath on my back. I couldn’t breathe, couldn’t think, couldn’t breathe, couldn’t think, and then he collapsed onto my back, straightening me out and I gasped again as he slid out of me.
He held tight to my shoulders and his one hand found its way to my clit, to feel the slickness of my tight pussy and to feather the sensitivity until I was laughing uncontrollably and begging him to stop.
He held me tight, our sweat-slicked bodies resting against each other, our breath coming together, our fingertips sending sparks flying through our bodies at each pressure point we touched.
He rolled me over so he could rest his head in between my breasts and I slowly brushed my hand through
