Wow, that’s hot.
He holds his erection at the base and cups his balls, squeezing them, and I take a mental note to myself because that’s what he clearly likes.
“Are you on the pill?” he asks, removing his hands from around his thick cock.
“Yes.”
“I’m clean,” he whispers, unblinking, crawling up the bed toward me until his face is hovering above mine. “Are you okay with not using a condom?”
I relax and smile up at him, knowing he trusts me and wants to do this with me.
“I’ve never not used a condom before.” I reach between us and wrap my hand around his cock, touching him for the first time, his length smooth and wet from our combined juices.
The noises he makes as I stroke him back and forth are enough to make me come again without him touching me, because I love seeing him like this. Unhinged, all the worry that keeps him on edge long gone.
I guide his cock toward my entrance, his breathing uneven as if trying to restrain himself, nostrils flaring. Eli looks down at me, pushing his cock between my pussy lips, but never inserting himself. He moves my hand out of the way for him to take over, letting me know he’s the one in control here. I don’t think I ever have been. He’s consumed every waking minute of mine since I met him.
He teases my clit once more, repeatedly, using the head of his cock.
A long groan of frustration escapes my lungs as my mind struggles to focus, my hands scrunching the comforter into tight balls and squeezing hard enough to cut off the circulation. And still, he keeps doing things and I want him to stop and just fuck me.
As if hearing my sinful thoughts, he finally pushes his cock inside of me, but only by an inch, then pulls out again.
“Elijah.” I call out his name in frustration as he pushes his thick head inside me again, a little more this time, and I’m about to lose my freaking mind and flip him over onto his back if he doesn’t get a move on. I’m panting, sweating, and writhing under him, and about to lose it completely.
Pushing in another inch, he slides inside me much further this time around, then out yet again, then I’m begging him to insert himself completely. “Fill me up, Elijah,” I moan, shamelessly.
He looks down to where our bodies join, and I open myself up for him, laying my feet flat against the mattress to allow him to watch as he pushes himself in and out of my body, inch by pleasurably slow inch.
When I tighten my walls around him, I squeeze firmly, feeling proud of myself and the yoga classes I consistently attend. My pelvic floor muscles are stronger than he’s probably ever experienced.
Flinging his head back, he lets out a deep long roar, and I gaze up at the most gorgeous man I’ve ever been with, admiring every one of his breathtaking, toned muscles and his six-pack, which makes my mouth water.
“Fuck,” he moans huskily. “Your pussy’s so fucking tight.”
“Yoga.” That’s all I say as I grab his firm ass and pull him into me, fully.
In unison, we both cry out in pleasure as we break the boundary of the relationship, knowing there’s no going back.
Not now.
Not ever.
The way his cock stretches me feels heavenly. The snug fit is tight and feels perfect: the perfect fit.
Eli holds himself deep inside my body and I pull him down to me, needing to feel his lips on mine.
“Now fuck me, Eli.” I wrap my legs around his waist and enjoy how he feels on top of me: the weight, the pressure, his firm muscles.
He cups my ass and presses his fingertips deeper into my skin, and I inhale a quick gasp of surprise when he pulls his cock out, then thrusts inside of me with force, his gaze unwavering and enough to punch the air from my lungs.
Widening his knees, he does as I ask, and my needy pussy takes everything he has to offer, anything he’ll give me.
“You feel so good inside of me,” I tell him, his eyes smoldering into mine, burning with desire.
Eli drives into me with his expert hips, fucking me into the mattress, laying his weight on top of me, but he’s not close enough, so I grab his face, pull his mouth to mine, and devour him with heated kisses, digging my heels into his ass, urging him to go faster, deeper.
Our tongues lick and taste each other as we find our rhythm, his pelvis pressing against my clit as we move together in perfect sync, every one of my senses heightened and begging for him to make me come again.