Mmm… I’ve thought about this for years, dreamed about it at night when I’m in bed alone, touching myself, but the reality is so much better than the fantasy. When you’re using your imagination, you plan what the other person is going to do and say, and although you think about touching them, you tend to forget about your other senses. But when they’re in front of you, you get to smell them, taste them, and hear their grunts and sighs of pleasure, all of which are also a huge turn on. And they also get to surprise you.
When he grabs me by the waist and twists, pushing me onto my back, I’m not expecting it, and it makes me laugh out loud.
“Sssh,” he scolds, then laughs as well as he reaches over to the bedside table for his wallet. “You’ll wake Thea.” After takingout a condom, he tosses the wallet away and comes back to kiss me.
“We could have an earthquake and she wouldn’t wake up,” I scoff.
“Even so… you’ll have to wait until we’re alone next time before you show me how vocal you really are.”
I let him kiss me, but inside my mind and heart are racing. Next time? He’s not expecting this to be a one-off? Part of me had assumed he’d got carried away and that tomorrow he’d end up regretting it, but that’s not what he’s implying.
The knowledge that this might not be it, that he’s enjoying it and wants to experience it again, is like super-sweet icing on the cake, such a lovely thought that it actually makes my eyes prick with tears. I do my best to contain them, though, not wanting to spoil the moment, and return his kiss fiercely, hungrily. I want to devour him. I want to become one with him, to take him inside me. I want him so badly.
It’s not long before he moves between my legs, removes the condom from the wrapping, and rolls it on. He directs the tip to my entrance and pushes in, then lowers down on top of me and kisses me again as he enters me slowly.
I try to relax, but it’s hard, because the sensation of him gradually filling and stretching me is so amazing and erotic that my back arches and I shudder with pleasure.
“Fuck, you’re tight.” He moves back a little, then pushes forward again. “Ahhh…” This time, his hips meet the back of my thighs, and now he’s fully buried inside me, right up to the hilt. He looks into my eyes, and I think it’s the first time both of us register exactly what we’re doing here. We’re doing the most intimate thing that two people can do together; he’s inside me, and he’s going to come inside me, and it’s all so delicious and exciting and hot.
He kisses my lips tenderly a couple of times. Then, as he starts moving, he delves his tongue into my mouth and kisses me deeply.
Ahhh… I’m so turned on… I know I’m swollen and slippery, and that’s why he’s able to move so easily. I wrap my legs around his hips, tilting up my pelvis, and he groans and thrusts forward, burying himself in me. We move together, while he cups my breasts and plays with my nipples, and I run my fingers over his pecs and shoulders and up his back, exploring all his glorious muscles. Ahhh… this feels so good…
Then, out of the blue, he slides an arm beneath me and rolls us so he’s underneath and I’m on top. I gasp, but murmur with pleasure and sit up astride him. He stretches out beneath me, pushing up so he’s nicely buried in me, and I groan and start moving, rocking my hips to slide him in and out.
He plays with my breasts while I move, and I get to go at my pace. I can angle down a bit so I’m grinding on him, arousing myself, and it’s not long before I can feel pleasure building again.
“You like being on top?” he asks as I bend forward to kiss him.
“Mmm.”
“I like it too.” He rests his hands on my hips, pushing up. “You’re so hot,” he says. “I’ve always thought you were sexy, but I didn’t know you’d be like this.”
He thinks I’m hot? “It’s your fault,” I tell him, still moving. “You fire me up.”
“Do I?”
“You do. I want to fuck your brains out.”
“Is that a fact?”
“Have done for some time.”
“The feeling’s mutual.”
“Really?” A thrill runs through me.
“I’ve thought of little else for ages.”
“Ohhh…” I love the thought that he wants me too. I take his hands in mine and pin them above his head, and lift up so I’m just teasing the top of his cock. “I want to drive you mad with lust,” I whisper.
“You are.” He glances at my hair where it’s fallen around his face. “I feel as if I’m on fire.”
“I’m going to fuck you till you explode.”
“Go for it.”
“I want to watch you come.”