I lifted my head and handed him the pillow, which he tucked under the small of my back and lifted my legs until my feet were planted half on the sides of his pecs and half under his armpits, toes sinking into his bulging muscles.
He leaned down, bending my body and lifting my ass in one slow move. His cock, slick and bare, pressed against my hole.
“I’ll go easy,” he assured me as I caught his gaze and held it.
The pressure went from zero to a hundred in an instant. A heartbeat of panic washed over me before I exhaled and relaxed, feeling him break through and enter me.
My voice came out quietly at first, barely even a whisper, before it strengthened into a moan that ravaged my body. He entered me, pain flashing brightly for one second or two, then pulled back and let me ride it out. When he tried again, I was ready, willing, desperate. I held my breath. He thrust his dick into me, pushing four inches to start with and swaying his hips back and forth until I began to breathe again.
I had been smart to use the last two days to get ready for him. The size of his cock still surprised me now that I could feel it inside my body, filling me and pushing deep into me. It felt so close to unbearable that it made me bite my lip in anticipation, almost as if I would have to stop him any moment now. Yet that difference between what we could and couldn’t do was so clear, so large, so definitive that I knew there was no need to stop.
“Just like that,” he assured me, leaning a little lower again until a lock of hair fell over his brow and touched mine. His lips pressed against mine, tongue reaching into my mouth, as his hips sped up again.
I lifted my arms and threw them around his shoulders, holding him close while he shoved himself deeper into me. Fleshon flesh, full contact, without barriers or shame, we merged into one.
I needed him so badly I wanted to crawl under his skin and live there. I wanted us to become one and remain as one.
I needed him so badly I wanted to crawl under his skin and live there. I wanted us to become one and remain as one.
The heat of his lips on mine seemed unbearable until I inhaled deeply through my nose and pulled him closer still, holding on to him, letting him fuck me and kiss me and own me in all the ways he could. Just for fun. Just for giggles. Just for a night.
My toes curled so hard that my feet were cramped, though it seemed to only make me feel more of Damon inside my body, moving in and out, filling me, stretching me, getting me ready for more.
His muscles were taut with tension, swollen with exertion, and he grunted into my mouth occasionally, ramming himself into me with controlled bursts that rocked the bed under me.
When he lifted his torso high above, my arms dropped to my sides. He lifted my hips and yanked me down, impaling me on his cock with force that took my breath away.
A moan ripped free from deep within my chest, rising, growing louder, cut by sudden moments of silence when I drew a little bit of oxygen into my lungs, fighting to keep breathing while Damon handled me like a sex toy. It was both divine and damning, yet so very liberating.
His body moved in sync with mine, swaying back and forth while his hands held my hips and lifted me up and pushed me down.
His cock reached deeper into me, the tip rubbing against my prostate and making me want to squirm for no reason I could think of. It simply felt right.
Damon pulled himself out for a moment, his dick throbbing, slick with lube, shining and oily. He breathed quickly, then calmed down a little. “Wanna turn around?” he asked.
God, yes, I thought and did as I was told.
I knelt for him, arms wrapping around the pillow, head resting on top of it, lower back curved inward, and ass lifted high for Damon.
My hole burned and tingled from friction and the novelty of the sensations until I felt his cock sliding over it, massaging me for a moment or two before he inserted himself inside me again, sliding deep in one go until I choked on thin air and my muscles tensed, stopping him abruptly.
He continued carefully, fingers digging into the flesh of my waist, holding me firmly while he pounded me stupid. My eyes rolled back in my head, my lips parted, my body surrendered.
I knew I was close long before it happened. It was like driving a hundred miles an hour on a road that led off the edge of a cliff. And I was ready to leap. I was ready to let go of the last shred of control.
Right then, I knew that I was fine with it. I knew because we would do this again. And again. And for as long as we wanted what we could give one another.
Damon growled, breaking down, losing control of himself, and ramming into me harder, his body slapping wetly against mine. His hands crawled roughly up my back and reached for my neck.
He closed his hands around my throat and pulled me back a little until I lifted my torso up for him. He held me there, tugging my back with a tight hold around my neck and jerking his hips toward me, slamming into me, stronger and louder each time.
The slickness of his hands made me realize I was dripping with sweat and seriously overheating, my dick hurting with tension.
Damon’s fingers crawled higher along my neck until they crossed over my chin and reached my lips, sliding inside, smearing the strawberry flavor of the lube over the inside of my mouth as he pushed his fingers inside and held on to me like that.
“Fuck,” he grunted. “I’m close. So fucking close.”
I couldn’t say a thing for a long moment, and then his fingers slipped out of my mouth, and I uttered one word I was desperate for him to hear. “Inside.”