“Ok?” I ask, lifting my eyes from the delicious sight of my cock at her pussy, wet and glistening in front me, and up to her eyes. She nods, mouth open, hands pulling me closer.
“Yes.”
That word again. A single syllable. And hotter than anything any woman has ever whispered to me before.
I spread her thighs wide, teasing her clit slightly as I rub over her. She moans and closes her eyes and I shift forward, pressing into her, feeling her wet heat around me.
20
Jane
He’s thicker than I imagined. His width bearing into me and my eyes fly open. He bends over me, chest pressing against mine, arms caging me to him.
“Shh, easy, sweetheart,” he whispers against me, as his cock, thick and hard moves gently inside of me, pressing further with each slide forward. I consciously relax, my muscles straining against his size, and my head rolls back as I feel him move, the delicious in-out rhythm beginning, each thrust taking him deeper inside of me until, finally, I feel him, fully seated, hips pressed against mine, and the thick, hard length of him is inside of me. Just the thought of that, his cock enveloped in me sends a surge of wetness between us and I feel my muscles flutter around him, my body thrilling at his glorious invasion.
He begins to move, thick, slow slides in and out of my body. The mattress provides enough bounce that I naturally rise to meet him, urging him deeper, closer, harder. His mouth gnaws at mine, lips and tongue and heat matching the rhythm of our bodies. He swallows my cries as his hips move faster, the slow slides coming harder, bearing me down into the bedding beneath. My core begins to shake and my thighs ache. I relish in my passivity, thrilling in his pummeling. My hands grip his back, feeling sweat bloom beneath my palms. My thighs stretch wide and wrap tightly against his hips and I move my fingers lower, enjoying the feel of his ass in my palms, gripping him to me, urging him on, wanting him to ride me faster, harder.
He laughs lightly against my lips, teasing me, alternating between light, delicate kisses made more of breath than body and deep, wet kisses I feel all the way down in my toes.
“Relax, honey,” he whispers against my lips, even as I moan into his mouth. “Just relax.”
The movement continues, that heavenly pounding and I soften further beneath him, clutching him against me. He adjusts his hips and reaches a part inside of me that makes me gasp, my eyes widening.
He smiles down at me. “Right there, huh?” And continues to rub that sensitive spot, each thrust angled to drive me higher. He teases me with his rhythm, moving from fast to slow, deep to shallow, just enough to draw moans and cries from my lips and I attempt to force him to move as I want him too, all the while knowing how much he loves to tease me.
I feel the tension, whatever was left in me, drain from my body as I relax even more under him, absorbing his movement. His mouth continues to move on mine, his chest rubbing against my breasts, the muscles of his back and ass beneath my hands, and the feel of him inside of me, thick and hard and unstoppable, a steady, pounding drum beat that resonates deep within my core. His movements call to me, a deep, primitive pounding recognized to some ancient aspect of myself, the wise womanhood of my ancestors that drowns out my brain, silences my mind, and opens me, until I am soft and wet and vulnerable beneath him, all consuming and all consumed.
When I begin to come, it feels like a wave pulling away from the ocean, drawing back at a slow and inexorable pace, only to return, rushing forward, sweeping everything in its path. The power of it makes me nervous, and I try to steal myself against it, even as his steady rhythm makes that impossible. When it reaches me, shattering me beneath him, I cry out, shocked and overwhelmed by the intensity.
“Good girl,” he whispers against my ear, as I crash into him, thrashing and crying and bucking beneath him, clawing at his back and sobbing against his shoulder. A string of screams and moans and obscenities leave my mouth and I am briefly, fleetingly, grateful we are in his house, surrounded by wilderness, as I discover that I am, quite unexpectedly, rather loud in bed.
Slowly, I come down to earth. Softly. Shaken. My breath catching in my throat and I look up at him. He’s smiling down at me, and nibbles gently at my lips.
“Did you enjoy that?” He asks playfully, nipping at my lower lip.
I nod, my throat raw, unable to formulate words.
“Good,” he bends his head and licks my throat, the sensitive corner where it connects to my shoulder. “That’s good.”
I feel him move inside me again, that pulsing rhythm beginning again and I moan as he rubs against my sensitive flesh.
“I can’t,” I whimper, even as my body flares once more to life beneath him, “I can’t.”
“You can, Jane,” he grins as he looks down at me, tongue running a light trail across my lower lip before diving into my mouth as his cock pounds me down below. “That was just the start.”
I close my eyes and let my head fall back. My thighs fall open around his hips, weak and exhausted as they are, and I feel him rear up, holding my legs around him, his knees on the floors, as he fucks me, harder this time, my back sliding up and down the mattress with each of his thrusts. One of his hands holds me in place, gripping my hip to keep me still as he pounds into me. The other
