Braving the Elements(28)

Another zipper ripped down, pants discarded. Stefan stood naked in front of me, his giant member erect and bobbing, freed. I had remembered his size from what I thought was my dream.
It still shocked me.
I inhaled a deep breath as he backed away and sat down, that massive erection half daunting. At least to a woman of my limited experience.
“At your pace,” he whispered. Understanding and support filtered through our link. His eyes, soft, waited patiently for me.
I grinned. “It fit once. And felt really, really good, if memory serves.”
“Too good, maybe.” I barely heard his voice.
“But…protection?”
He shook his head. “We don’t have the same issues with diseases as humans. Something with our blood eats diseases—maybe its nature taking it easy on us since we have a hard enough time procreating.”
I stared at him for a long moment, making sure it wasn’t one of those things a man says to get out of wearing protection. The link radiated honesty, though. And it made sense.
He interrupted my pondering with, “But we can get humans pregnant.”
My brow furrowed. “You can? Even though we’re different species?”
He half smiled, connecting his warm lips with my chest. “We are different, but not fundamentally diverse enough to prevent the merging of DNA. There are other problems, like watering down magic, and acting like a lottery for each species to inherent gifts, such as they are, but...”
I waved it away before he could tell me we wouldn’t be marrying and having children, anyway. I couldn’t have reality messing this up. I didn’t want the impracticality of happily ever after messing up the glory of right this moment. I wanted my dreams of him to last a little while longer.
Plus, I stayed on the pill after Jared for regularity. Problem solved.
Trying to find my breath through my constricted chest, I straddled him again, flattening his manhood with my body, and touched my lips to his. I felt his lips curl before he answered, passion unfurling between us. I got lost in the kiss, sucked into a void where the world fell away around us. He licked and tasted my mouth expertly, teasing but wanting. I clung on to his body, his tight arms around me.#p#分页标题#e#
I slid my body forward, then back, rubbing along his shaft. When we were good and slick, I raised a fraction, his arms around me lightly shaking. His tip crested my folds, having me nearly weeping with the anticipation. I sat, slowly, his girth invading my body, stretching me to the point of pain.
I pulled up, trying to work him in. His hands flew out to the sides, straight along the couch back, and clutched at the cushions. Intense concentration took over his face.
Back down again, filling me. More stretching, the sweet torture having my eyes fluttering. It felt so good—I couldn’t remember anything, ever, feeling this damn good!
“Oh god, Sasha—.” Stefan’s whole body flexed as his eyes squeezed tight, preventing himself from thrusting upward by sheer strength of will.
My heart sank. I wish I knew how to do this better—he was just so big. It hurt to force it, but I could tell he couldn’t handle the slow torture of working it in. “I’m sorry, I’m trying to—“
Stefan’s eyes snapped open. His arms crushed me to his chest as he laughed. “Don’t be sorry! I haven’t felt this good in…a long time. Keep going. Don’t worry about me. If all torture felt this good, I would never have another worry as long as I lived.”
He kissed me sweetly, his hands shaking on my hips.
I let out a relieved sigh as my body started its downward decent, once again reveling in that sweet torture. He was right about that—it felt almost unbearably good. I wanted to laugh and cry with each plunge, working in a little farther each time. I was oh-so-graciously full, every sensitive spot sparking and pinging around my body. His hips pushed up, forcing just a tiny bit more in, about three-fourths inside. His arms flew to the sides again, apparently trying to keep from grabbing me and jamming me down.
I bounced twice more, sighing with each plunge. Nearly there, now, barely stretching around his girth.
“Oh fuck.” He panted. “I might…can’t…oh—” He shuttered, my body filled in a different way.
I stared at him, shocked and wide-eyed. I’d been atop Mt. Premature many a time, I just hadn’t thought it would be with him.
Ready for the “that’s okay” smile, I put my palms on his chest to push away, only to have his hands grab my wrists and his eyes open again, hooded.
A lazy smile slid up his face. “It’s probably better that way,” he said easily, relaxed.
He secured my hands around his neck before his palms found and started kneading my breasts. “I haven’t been with anyone since…well, you. Full speed ahead.”