“Mmm,” I moan, my hands finding their way to my breasts, cupping them, squeezing them.
“Christ, I love watching you,” he says. He keeps shifting his hips to tease my clit with his tip.
“Isaac... please...”
“What? Say it.”
“Fuck meeeee,” the last word comes out in a long gasping moan because he takes his cock in his hand and playfully slaps it against my clit.
“Let me grab a condom.”
He moves off of me long enough to retrieve a condom from his bag.
“Did you think I was a sure thing?” I ask, watching him roll the latex down his length.
“Absolutely not, but a man can hope.”
He crawls over me again, this time staying on his knees, resting the tops of his thighs against the backs of mine. My legs fall open and wrap around his waist as he takes my hip in one hand and his cock in the other.
“Are you ready?” he asks me.
“What do you think?”
“I want to savor every second of this,” he says, angling himself just right, before slowly pushing the first inch or so inside of me.
I can feel that one, simple movement through my entire body. I curl my fingers into the sheets when he pushes in even farther.
“Fuck,” he exhales under his breath.
He’s staring down where we are connected, watching himself sink into me. He moves his hand over so his thumb can gently stroke my clit while he pushes the remaining inches home, filling me to the brim. Every inch of him has me stretched wide. The fullness is intoxicating.
I cry out some version of his name while he holds himself deep and focuses on my clit with his thumb.
“Move,” I reach down to scratch his thighs with my nails. “Please.”
“You feel so fucking good,” he grunts the words, as he pulls out at a frustratingly slow pace then pumps back in sharply. “Tight and wet, Christ, so perfect.”
“Touch me,” I beg him.
“Tell me where.”
I feel him pinch my clit between two fingers and my body bows off the bed so far the crown of my head is pressed into the mattress.
“Everywheeeeere,” I cry out in a scream of pleasure, covering my mouth because I’m afraid someone will hear.
“Don’t hide yourself. Be loud. Be loud for me. I don’t care if anyone hears.”
His big, rough hands grip me just at my rib cage then move down on to the mattress at my side and he leans over, completely covering my torso while still pumping into me like the skilled sex god he apparently is.
Two lips wrap around my nipple and suck then his tongue drags across the valley between my tits to the other side, doing the same.
I wrap both arms around his body and dig my nails into his back. His labored breaths are at my ear now, telling me how much he loves fucking me, and how amazing he knew I’d be. How badly he wanted this and how much he likes me.
I slide my cheek against his rough jaw and then push him by the shoulder until he flips onto his back. His cock slips out of me in the process and my body aches at the emptiness.
“I want to ride you,” I tell him matter-of-factly and he just grins.
“Be my guest, baby.”
With my hands on his chest, I anchor myself over him and lower myself back onto his waiting cock. It’s deeper this way. So deep I swear I can feel him in my stomach. It nearly hurts, but it’s a pain I’ll welcome again and again.
I toss my head a bit so all of my hair moves over my right shoulder, and then I begin to bounce my ass, using him as leverage.
With each bounce, my clit connects with his pelvic bone and the head of his cock glides perfectly against my G-spot. His hands explore all the new areas of my body he can reach now with our change of position, and occasionally he’ll grip my hip in one hand and hold on to me at the side of my neck with the other. It’s powerful and fucking hot.
“Isaac, oh God...” My moans are higher pitched now as my body keeps circling itself, winding up tighter and tighter. “I’m going to come.”
“Tell me you’re mine,” he growls. “Say it.”
“Oh, fuck, Isaac, I’m yours, and you’re mine,” my head falls back and I sigh, “I don’t want to drag it out anymore. It’s crazy, but I don’t want you to be with anyone else.”
Leave it to us to have a conversation like this in the middle of sex.
“Tell me what you want. Use your words.”
I can hear the smile on his face without even looking at him.
“I want you to hold my hand in public and introduce me as your girlfriend,” I moan loudly. “Fuuuuuck, and I want to try, Isaac. I want you to only be with me.”
“Does my beautiful goddess want to go steady?” he asks, gliding his hands up and down my rib cage. He’s teasing me, making a bit of fun, but I don’t care.
“Call it what you want. I just want to know I have you, and I’m not the only one who feels what this is between us.”
He moves quickly at my words, sitting up so we are nose-to-nose and wrapping my body completely in his arms.
“You’re not. I feel it too, baby. Every time I look at you or hear your voice, it’s like my chest is being ripped open in the most incredible way.” He captures my lips in a searing kiss. “You’re. Fucking. Mine.”
“Yesssss.”
I grind down on him, chasing my orgasm that is teetering on the edge. Close... so close.
He takes a hand and grips my left ass cheek... then I feel a single finger pressing against the tight ring of muscle there.
“Oh fuck.” I don’t pull away though. I
