“Torin!” I cry out at the immense pleasure. I’ve never felt anything like his mouth on me. It’s overwhelming my senses. I bury my fingers in his hair and hold him more to keep myself grounded to the world than to hold him to my pussy, though both are necessary in this moment.
He licks and kisses and nips and rubs his stubble all over me. My clit, my thighs, he licks into me, replacing his fingers with his devilish tongue. He brings me to the brink, then backs off. Over and over, he does this until I’m a sobbing desperate mess. When I think I can’t take anymore, he sucks my clit into his mouth, and I explode. He hooks his fingers into me and rubs that perfect spot inside, sending me to another world.
Before my orgasm subsides, his big body is back between my thighs, and his hard length is sliding inside me. Inch by inch, he pushes inside my quivering channel. There isn’t an ounce of pain like some women have their first time, just white-hot pleasure. When he’s fully seated inside me, he grinds down reigniting my sensitive clit adding a new layer to the overwhelming pleasure he’s giving my body.
“You feel perfect. God, you’re practically strangling my cock,” Torin says between gritted teeth. “It’s taking all of my self-control not to just rut into you like an animal.”
“Do it. I want to feel you. All of you,” I confess. And it’s true. I don’t want him to hold back. I want everything he has to give and then some. There’s a niggling worry in the back of my head that if I don’t get all of him now, I’ll never know how it feels to get it all. This could all be temporary, and I’m determined to make the most of every single second.
I’ll worry about broken hearts later. Right now, I’m going to pour every ounce of my desire and love for him into this moment. I’m going to soak up every bit of what he’s offering me and burn it to my memory so I can bring it up later when I’m back in my quiet apartment all by myself. I don’t have the time to get. Lost in melancholy thoughts because Torin starts moving his hips, pistoning in and out of me. Every time he hits me deep, his cock filling me unlike anything I’ve ever imagined.
Torin growls and curses and tells me how perfect I am. How beautiful. How tight. He tells me I’m his like it’s some kind of threat. I’m not naïve enough to take it as a promise, but I can dream. My pulse quickens, and that now-familiar tightness starts to build again, this time it feels bigger—all-encompassing—something I’m not sure I will survive.
It would almost be worth dying for this kind of pleasure. I can tell you I’m not sure I would be mad at dying like this. Dying making love to the man I’ve loved for my whole life seems like a pretty good way to go.
“I’m going to… oh, God… Torin…” I moan, as my whole body starts shaking with the power of my impending release.
“That’s it, beautiful. Let go. Let me feel you come all over my cock,” he grunts. “Christ, you feel so good, I’m not going to last.”
I moan at the idea that we could have that perfect synchronization to find our releases simultaneously. I want that. It’s an elusive thing that romance novels everywhere convince people is possible, but in practicality, it’s a rarity. Since this thing with Torin is like a fairytale, it would be fitting for this to be perfect too.
“Come with me. I want to feel you,” I beg.
That’s all it takes. He buries himself deep, grinding his pelvis down on my clit, tipping me over the edge into the abyss. Torin groans, and I feel his cock jerk inside me as he finds his own release. He falls to the mattress and pulls me with him so that I’m splayed over his chest, still connected. A tremor plays through my body at the change in position.
He runs his fingers through my hair, massaging my scalp, then down my back all the way to my bottom. He clenches my cheeks in both hands and pulls me down on him causing me to shudder and moan.
I swat at his chest when he chuckles. “Sensitive, love?”
“Yes… wow. Is it always like this?” I ask, in awe of what we just shared.
He shakes his head. “No, sweetheart, this was something else entirely. It’s never been like this.”
A spark of jealousy burns in my heart at the thought of him with other women, but I brush it aside because he’s here with me now. It may not be permanent, but he says what we have is more than he’s had before. That is enough to chase the jealous feelings away. With a content sigh, I close my eyes and doze in Torin’s strong arms. I don’t want this moment to end. Ever.
* * *
I find myself smiling for the millionth time today. This morning was amazing. I’m pleasantly sore between my legs. After that first time, Torin took me again… Well, he encouraged me to ride his cock until we were both screaming our orgasms. Me because he rubbed my clit until I couldn’t stand a second longer. Him because I wouldn’t stop riding him until he exploded deep inside me.
Amazing really doesn’t cover the level of greatness it was. There is a tiny amount of worry that we didn’t use a condom. I don’t think I’m in any danger of getting pregnant based on my cycle, but I’m not an idiot and know things can happen. I apologized to Torin because I don’t want him to think I was trying to trap him or anything, but he simply
