A Wild Ride(12)

"God, you've got me ready to go already," Shane said.

He wasn't completely engorged yet, his c**k standing perpendicular to his body rather than parallel. He curled me onto him, lifting my entire weight with one arm. I settled astride his knees and took him into my hands again.

He reached out and pulled open a drawer on the nightstand, ripped a condom free from the string of them and opened it. I took it from him and stretched it over his head, rolled it down with a hand-over-hand motion. The moment it was on, Shane took me by the hips, lifted me up and guided me towards his cock. I took him in one hand and probed my entrance with his tip.

I held myself up above him for a moment, looking down at him, our eyes meeting. I swear actual sparks flew in the air, just for a moment. I sank down onto his full length in one slow plunge, gasping for breath, mouth quivering as he stretched my tight pu**y wide to accept him. God, he was huge. He filled me, and made me stretch to take more.

He groaned as I enveloped him, a low, animal growl in the back of his throat, a primal sound that drove me wild. I supported myself with my hands on his chest and began a dawdling roll of my hips, measured and unhurried, letting my folds adjust to his size. He wasn't even all the way in yet, and I was rising to orgasm already. I couldn't breathe past the feel of him inside me, and it only got worse when he took my tits in his hands and worked his magic again, twiddling the ni**les, pinching, rolling, cupping and hefting the br**sts in his powerful hands.

"Am I hurting you?" Shane asked, still barely fluttering his hips, not thrusting almost at all. "You're so tight, Leo, so goddamned tight."

I shook my head, sucked in a breath to speak. "No...you're perfect. Just go slow."

A lift of my hips brought him nearly out of me, and he pushed towards me, wanting to bury himself again. I sank down, and this time I took his length all the way in, impaled him to the hilt, ground my hips against his. I collapsed against him, crushing my lips to his, my breath coming in shallow pants, sweat beading down my spine. 

Fire was roiling in my belly, liquid heat pooling between my thighs, spreading to every inch of my body, coating every pore of my skin with hypersensitivity. He started to move into me, gradual pulsations, gentle pushes. Every movement sent ecstasy thrilling through me, stealing my breath, pulling whimpers from my throat. I matched his rhythm, barely moving in and out; I clutched him, arms around his neck, my entire body pressed against his, our sweat commingling and our breath merging. His lips grazed my shoulders and his fingers dug into my hips and thighs, straining for control.

I felt his muscles tense around me, and then there was a dizzy moment when the room span and rolled and suddenly he was on top me, his weight heavy on me but not crushing, his c**k thrusting more fully now but not crashing. His mouth found my ni**les, and he nipped my erect, sensitive nubs with his teeth, drawing little shrieks from me.

"God, you are so responsive," he said, curling my hair into his fingers.

He tugged my head backward and ran his lips on my throat and down to my br**sts in a line of moist, fiery, kisses.

"Responsive?" I could only gasp the word.

"The way you react to what I'm doing. Every little thing makes you make a noise. I love it."

He was moving more vigorously now, drawing himself out farther and pushing back in, and I moaned with each motion of his hips, each delicious stroke of his cock. I couldn't help the sounds I was making, they were being drawn from me, pulled out of my throat like an illusionist pulling a string of multi-colored scarves hand over hand.

"I'm not usually so noisy," I said, planting a kiss on his cheek, his jaw, and finally his lips.

"Don't stop," he said. "I love it. I love the noises you make."

"Then don't stop what you're doing," I told him, smiling against his mouth.

"Not for anything," he promised.

He pulled out so only the very tip of his c**k was in me, hooked my legs over his shoulders and drew his knees underneath him. The entire weight of my lower half was now supported by his c**k and my legs on his shoulders. My hands clutched the comforter, clawing with desperate strength as he started to drive himself into me, slow at first, then with increasing speed. My hips ground against him, and now I was taking his c**k in its entirety, the full length plunging in and ramming against my walls, slipping with slick speed back out, only to crush in again, squishing with the juices leaking from my throbbing tissues.

My moans were vocal now, not just whimpered breaths, but fully-voiced cries of pleasure. He joined me, growling and grunting, a ravaging beast with wild eyes and flashing muscles, sweat-sheened and sensual. He was growing frantic now in his thrusting, and I felt a tremor begin in my thighs, a shaking of the muscles at first. I was helpless to slow my bucking hips, rising up onto the small of my back and rolling my pu**y onto him, moaning non-stop now.