He pauses then, lips withdrawing. He crawls up my body until he’s holding himself above me. “What do you need, Antonia?”
His waist drops, cock grinding against my crotch.
“That,” I choke out. “I need that.”
Impatient fingers scramble to his jeans, grabbing at the buttons. Each one snaps open on command. As I’m pushing his jeans over his ass, his boxers slide with them.
He lets me. Just holds himself and allows me to undress him. My feet push the fabric away.
“Impatience suits you,” he whispers. “You’re always so…”
I still then, bracing for impact, for negativity I don’t want to hear. One hand comes to my face, cupping my cheek, his thumb running over my bottom lip. He doesn’t respond, just leans in and kisses the edge of my right eye.
I exhale slowly, steadying myself.
“So what?” I arch an eyebrow, raising my chest upward. He bends, teeth grazing my nipple. The bite is deliciously good, awakening parts of me from their years of slumber. Heightening my need for him, for this, even more. “So what…?” I repeat when he doesn’t answer, needing to know what he thinks of me.
His mouth drops over mine. Close, but not touching. Tempting and teasing. He makes me wait. Usually, I’m never made to wait for someone else. It’s maddening but alluring, and only drives me to want more.
“So… controlled,” he says finally, with a dark smile.
“To hell with control.” The hand on my face moves lower, trailing down my stomach. “Lower, touch me.”
It’s not enough. I want more. His fingers move insanely slow over my groin until hesitating between my legs. One thick finger teases my lips, pushing inside an inch. My eyes close as the long-forgotten sensation of a man touching me takes hold.
I flex my hips, both in invitation and demand. He pushes deeper.
“Hell, you’re so damn wet, but I want you ready,” he whispers, lips returning to my neck. He pumps—once, twice, three times. And everything shifts. He adds another, my pussy stretching for him easier than I expected. No pain, just pleasure being here, and he’s taking the lead.
His fingers slide away, leaving me empty. The void’s too great. I wrap my legs around his waist, and he dips. His cock hangs heavy and solid between us, the tip teasing my entrance.
I wonder if I’ll take him easily or if my body will let me down. Will I reject him after years of refusing to allow anyone in? My chest aches, a final spark of uncertainty, but I do it anyway. Squeezing my legs tight around him, signaling I want this as much as him.
He resists, but only for a beat, then pushes in. Slow at first, steady until my body gives way. His cock goes deeper thanI expect. Too much, but not enough. I cling to him, needing security as everything changes from what could be to what is between us.
“Fuck,” he murmurs, nose disappearing into my neck. “You feel…”
“Anything less than incredible, and you’re pulling out,” I pant, breath uneven.
He laughs, hips rocking, deliberate, harder. I rise to meet him, stroke for stroke. Sweat beads on his brow within minutes.
“Incredible,” he agrees. “And out of practice, but so am I.”
It’s my turn to giggle, but he thrusts again, silencing me. The tip of his cock, deep inside, hits my G-spot, finding a place that pulls a moan I can’t stop. Loud and uncivilized. Not caring if the neighbors hear.
“Do that again.” He pulls back, almost all the way, before taking me again. Hard and fast, his thrusts more urgent each time. The moan becomes a scream as my orgasm builds, until my pussy contracts around him so hard, I have nowhere else to go but come.
“Ben… I’m going to…” I orgasm, my body releasing every tension he’s built inside. The walls clamp hard around him, begging for more with every inch. It’s not just the physical, it’s him. I need him, not just sex. I haven’t felt like this in years, and it hits harder than it should.
“Ben…” Begging, I don’t do for anyone else, but tonight, I’ll do it for him. To feel like this just for a few seconds more with him inside.
He buries his head in my neck and fucks me like a man needing this as much as I do. And I let him. I let him pound my body until he peaks, coming hard, deep inside. Cock jerking. A primal groan against my slick flesh.
“Yes,” he murmurs, eyes closed, buried deep inside me. “You wanted something.”
“I got it.”
After, we lie side by side, my head on his chest, eyes closed. He’s breathing heavily, chest rising and falling. I enjoy the rhythm and the quiet.