I guess I’m already getting it, she thought, her lips tugging tighter around his shaft with a smile. Her wild plan, if one could even call the spur of the moment actions a plan, had worked.
“I can’t believe we’re doing this,” she said, pulling free for a moment, using her hand to gently rub her saliva along his soft skin. Altair squirmed as she ran a thumb along the underside of his shaft from base to tip.
“We can stop,” he said.
“What if I don’t want to?” she asked, giving him her best innocent voice.
Flames blazed higher in his eyes as he responded. “Then we won’t stop until you tell me to,” he growled, reaching down to cup her chin, lifting her back to her feet by it.
Christine stood, and for the first time she felt truly exposed. Vulnerable. Altair’s eyes swept over her body, examining it, taking it in, and she just stood there. Waiting, practically trembling with nervous excitement, and perhaps just a bit of fear.
After all, he was a specimen of masculinity. Rock-hard muscles, insane definition and a dick that would hit all the right places. There was quite literally not a single imperfection to him. Comparatively, with her thick stomach, large, swaying breasts and extra skin everywhere, Christine didn’t feel like a prized catch.
“My God,” Altair breathed.
She felt him grow harder in her hand, if that was even possible.
“Do you like what you see?” she asked nervously.
“No,” he rumbled.
“What?” she squeaked, cool air washing over her as she started to panic at his answer.
“Like does not begin to describe what I feel,” he growled, his voice like thunder on the horizon, deep and rolling. “Feel how hard I am in your hand. Look at it, watch my eyes. You are a tribute to all that is good. There is so much I want to do to that lush body of yours right now, I barely know where to begin,” he said with a chuckle.
“How about you start by touching me?” she suggested, still not sure what to believe.
Altair stepped closer, pressing his body to hers, running his hands up her sides, across her back. He cupped her breasts and dragged his fingers across her upper chest and along her collarbone. Christine shivered and her knees wobbled.
His lips met hers once more, banishing her doubts in a wave of fire that seared along her skin, hardening her nipples to their utmost and rolling over her body down between her legs. She was ready, and he’d barely begun to tease her.
“Altair,” she moaned as he finally, finally, dipped a hand down past her waist, easily finding her wetness. “Oh damn.”
She was practically dripping already. When he found her clit, she sagged. His free arm caught her, holding her up as if she were nothing.
“I need to sit,” she said.
“I’ll hold you,” he rumbled, his finger tracing circles around her clit, sending shivers of lust and arousal deep into her core.
“But...”
She was silenced by his lips, though her cries often broke through, gasps of air when he changed direction or made purposeful, complete contact with her. Whether it was the moment, his actions, or a combination, she didn’t know, nor did she care. It took no time at all before she shuddered hard as Altair made her climax, standing naked in the middle of the practice arena.
“Oh, my God,” she gasped as pleasure burst forth. Her legs failed, but his arm held her tight to him, where she could press her face against his chest, nails clawing at his skin, leaving long red marks as she jerked and writhed uncontrollably, completely overcome with pleasure.
“Now you can move down here,” he said gently, lowering her to the floor, before promptly kissing her breasts and then moving between her legs.
“I’m not rea—ohmygod,” she hissed as his tongue slid across her opening, warm, soft and entirely wonderful.
“What was that?” he teased, before resuming his movements. They were light, tender, and all the pressures he could take.
Yet somehow, he had her nearing another orgasm already. “How,” she moaned, thrusting her hips against his mouth as the tightness mounted swiftly.
Altair was playing her like she was nothing, and her second orgasm came on swifter than the first, wrenched free in less than a minute. Her body arched and spasmed as she lost control, only his strong grip around her legs and waist keeping her pinned in place, while his tongue flicked across her, slowing as she did, riding her orgasm back down to nothing, where she promptly splayed flat on the cool ground, her body now completely open to him.
She needed it. Needed him.
“I want you inside me,” she whispered, stroking his cheek, watching his face. This would be the most important step. He needed to take her. To give in completely to whatever was between them. That was how he would prove he wasn’t afraid of her, of being with her.
Altair didn’t hesitate. His eyes were locked on to her, but she felt his cock press against her, sliding up and down her opening, slowly pushing his way inside. He watched her the entire time. There was a hint of concern in his eyes, but this time she was confident it was for her. He didn’t want to hurt her.
God, that’s adorable. This man...
“More,” she whimpered as he finally, finally entered her. The wait was killing her. She needed him, needed to feel him fill her, that wonderful feeling of fullness. It awaited her and—Oh my Godddd....
Her brain promptly overloaded as he entered her in one smooth push. She’d never been with someone so large, nor so overwhelmingly good-looking before, and the moment, the pressure and the visual all combined to provide more stimulus than she could handle.
By the time she came back down to reality, the after-effects of yet another orgasm washing over her, Altair was pushing in and out of her with a rhythm.
“Come here,” she whispered, pulling his face down to her level
