He wouldn’t stop no matter how I bucked and ground. He held me as still as he could, lapping at me, rolling in circles around my clit. I couldn’t take it, gripping the sheets in my hands, pounding my fists against the pillow. It was too much to take, it would kill me, it would.
“Yes!” My hips shot up, my thighs closing around Lance’s head as I exploded like a firework. My body shook and shuddered, and I gasped for breath as I came. He slowed down, teasing me again, licking all around my mound. I groaned, stretching, smiling.
He crawled back up the bed toward me, kissing his way along my body as I shook in the aftershocks of that first burst of pleasure. His need pressed against me, hot and hard, and my body responded even though it was just getting over the last climax. I wanted more.
I held my arms out to him, sliding my legs along his body until he lowered himself over me. I locked them around his waist and sighed happily when I felt the pressure from his erect member along my folds. I whimpered with pleasure, and he took that as a sign to press forward. My eyes flew open in surprise as he filled me, slowly, one inch at a time. It was so much, too much, more than I had ever taken before. I finally understood how good it could be. My entire body shivered, then I relaxed into it. I couldn’t believe I never knew before then how amazing it could feel, how amazing I could feel.
He found a steady rhythm, grinding his hips against me. Slow, steady, touching every inch of me with every inch of him. It was unreal, and I let out a steady stream of soft moans, struggling to contain the pleasure so the rest of the house didn’t hear. I pressed my lips together, whimpering, loving every moment, every thrust. His body was alive under my hands, muscles flexing and moving as he moved inside me. Giving me all of him, grunting softly as he worked, his mouth against my shoulder. Every thrust took me a little higher…and a little more…until my body tightened, I tensed, straining against him before one more hard, sharp thrust pushed me over the edge.
“Oh, Lance!” I gasped, holding him close as another orgasm tore me apart from the inside out. My body trembled, my heart pounded like it might explode. I smiled, moaning one more time as the wave washed over me and left me feeling incredible. He held me for a brief moment, kissing me. He was still inside me. Still hard, pulsing, throbbing for me. It wasn’t over yet.
“I want you from behind,” he grunted, rolling me over. I could have protested, but didn’t want to. It was new for me—I never did it that way before. I was so vanilla. I turned, bracing myself on my hands and knees. My heart raced. I didn’t know what was in store, but if it was as good as it had been so far…
He waited until I was in position, then pressed against me. I closed my eyes, relishing the feeling of his length filling me again. I couldn’t help the soft groan that escaped my lips. It just felt so good, I couldn’t hold it in.
I thought it was good before that. I had no idea it could get better. The angle he entered from, the way he hit the deepest parts of me, it was a totally new sensation. I closed my eyes, rolling my head on my shoulders. Going with it, letting him take me to a new level of pleasure.
“That’s right,” Lance muttered. “Ride me, baby.”
I spread my legs a little wider, moving back against him. He groaned, and it only made me push harder. Fire spread through me, a warm, strong blaze that didn’t quite consume me but burned me up just the same. Every time his rigid dick slid home, I gasped. It felt so dirty, so nasty. I loved it, throwing my head back, gritting my teeth and taking all he could give me.
“Yeah…yeah…take it…” He held my hips, driving himself into me even harder. Mercilessly he rode me, slamming our bodies together. His balls slapped against me in time with his thrusts, and I moaned as they tapped my throbbing button. One of his hands reached around me to fondle one of my breasts. I groaned, gasping when he pinched and rolled my nipple.
“So good!” It was all I could say through gasps for air. I couldn’t believe how good it was, how much I loved it, how much more I wanted. My body was on fire, demanding more, pushing me to take more. I lost all control, and I didn’t care.
All there was in the world was the feeling of his body slamming against mine, and the growing tension deep inside me. That core of pleasure, growing bigger and bigger, stronger, hotter, tighter. I moved against him, matching him thrust for thrust, doubling the sensation. I had to bury my face in the pillow to muffle my screams of pleasure. It wasn’t an orgasm—more like a plateau, almost unbearable, going on and on the longer we went. I never felt like that before, never thought it was possible. I thought it might kill me.