One hand goes on my inner thigh, bracing himself as he grips his cock with the other. Sweat beads in the determined creases of his brow and he’s staring down at me, as if waiting for my cue.
I watch him, sucking in my lip, and I guess that’s enough of a cue for him.
His grip on my thigh becomes bruising as he guides the tip of his cock against me, slowly teasing me, the sound slick, making me squirm with desperation.
He licks his lips, gazing at me under heavy lids, and as he inhales sharply through his nose, he slowly pushes himself inside me.
God…fuck…this…
I gasp, my eyes pinching closed.
I’m seizing up, the feeling taking over my body as he squeezes inside me, a tighter than tight fit, and I’m trying to relax, to let him stretch me wider and wider until I nearly feel split in two.
He stills when his body is flush with mine and I can’t breathe. He’s all I feel. So big, he takes up all the space inside me and then some, like he’s penetrating my heart at the same time.
I’m overwhelmed. He’s too much for me. This is too much for me.
“Are you okay?” he whispers roughly.
I open my eyes, seeing him stare at me with a mix of fevered lust and concern.
I can barely nod. “Yes,” I say, choked. “Go slow.”
He swallows, his eyes blinking yes, and with a shuddering breath slowly pulls out.
Already his absence has me greedy.
He grinds his teeth, pushing his cock back in and this time my body is ready, wanting him, needing him. I stretch to take him, he fills up all my empty space, and suddenly there’s a connection, like something finally clicks into place.
He shudders out a long breath, slowly pulls back, pushes back in, and each time he does it, I watch his expression, watch the determination on his brow, the way he’s trying so hard to stay in control, how badly he wants to let go.
He’s so good.
This is so good.
He fucks me with confidence, like he knows me, like we’ve done this before, and yet also we’re doing it for the first time. He commands my attention, not just from my eyes as I take him in, or from my fingertips as they coast down the hard muscled expanse of his back, or from my body which squeezes around him. But from some intangible part of me deep beneath, a part of me that’s primal and instinctual and slowly growing obsessed.
It’s that energy inside of me. It’s climbing out through my skin, meeting his in fire and sparks and otherworldly heat.
I close my eyes, succumbing to it, wanting more of him, feeling like I’ll never be able to get enough. “Max,” I whisper to him, my voice hitching with my breath. “Make me come.”
Make me beg.
“Please,” I add, knowing what that will do to him.
He lets out a low growl and starts really fucking me, hard jabs from his grinding hips, and I slide my legs up his sides, touching ankles over his lower back.
“Fuck,” he growls sharply into my neck, biting me, sucking, and he brings one of my hands above my head, pinning me in place, the other pinching my nipple. He starts pounding into me, enough to shake the bed, jostle my breasts, and I feel like a fucking ragdoll beneath him. There’s so much power in him that I think he might fuck me right through the wall and into the next room.
I tighten my grip on his shoulder, tighten the grip on his sides.
Holding on.
Giving in.
He’s gasping, grunting, working me like he’ll die if he doesn’t and, fuck, that might even be true.
Fingers twist in my hair.
Teeth raze my throat.
Hips flex into mine, harder, slapping, leaving bruises.
Cock driving deeper, faster, frantic.
Feral.
His breath in my ear, getting shorter, raspier, hitching, catching in the same rhythm of his thrusts.
With another deep, guttural moan his hand slips down to my pussy, gliding over my clit, and I’m so wet he barely has any control.
But it’s enough.
My orgasm is right there, ready to rip me to shreds, and at the last minute I think I should hold back, like I’m scared, scared by how he’s going to make me feel, scared that he might actually blow my fucking mind to smithereens.
But then his finger fucking spanks my pussy and I’m gasping, screaming, pushed right over the edge, no parachute.
“Oh fuck!” I scream, the words ripped out of my throat, followed by sounds that belong to an animal. I come so hard that I feel turned inside out, unable to have any control, like I’m being shot into space, turning to stardust.
And then he’s kissing me, groaning into my gaping mouth, before straightening out, back arched, the big wide expanse of him, chest, shoulders, biceps, is all my delirious eyes can see. He’s gasping like he can’t breathe and he stills for a moment, his lips parting in a wild sneer before he shudders, coming inside me.
I feel it. I mean I fucking feel it. Feel him come. The energy tangling like livewires, adding an extra dimension to all the transcendent feelings that are still ripping through me, making my limbs shake, my heart tremble.
He collapses against me, his full weight, and then makes a move to push himself up, but I immediately hold him against me, feeling his heart move against my chest, the sweat from his body mixing with mine.
I blink up at the ceiling, trying to gather my thoughts, then decide I don’t need them anyway. Who needs thinking at a time like this? All I have is feeling, and that’s the feeling of him.
I run my hands up into his hair, stroking him in an easy, blissed-out rhythm, my mind wandering to nowhere in particular. Our breaths eventually slow together, our hearts come back down to earth.
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