“Is the ground too hard?” His voice is as soft as the fingers he brushes back and forth beneath the elastic of my panties.
“No,” I whisper, clinging to his shoulders, ignoring the prickle of fear creeping in at the back of my thoughts. “But it’s hard to pay attention to anything but how much I want you to touch me.”
“I can’t wait to touch you.” His hand eases lower, making my pulse spike as he reaches the curls between my legs. “Spread your legs for me, Libby. Let me make you wet, beautiful.”
Holding my breath, I force my thighs to relax, fully anticipating at least a beat or two of awkwardness as I adjust to the reality that Justin is touching me where only one man has ever touched me before. But then his fingertips brush over my clit, sending a bolt of electricity sweeping through me so sharp and sweet that I’m still reeling from the intensity of it when he finds my entrance and pushes inside.
I moan again as his finger glides deeper, making me aware of every nerve ending in my inner walls. They are all firing and pulsing, awake and alive in a way they’ve never been before.
“Fuck, you’re tight, Libs,” Justin groans as he kisses me again, the magic of his tongue in my mouth and his hand between my legs making me feel like I’m caught in a riptide, helpless to resist being pulled out to sea. “And so wet. God, I love feeling how wet you are, baby, how much you want me.”
“Yes,” I sigh in agreement, sliding my palm down his erection, breath rushing out against his lips as his cock pulses beneath my touch. I love feeling how much he wants me, too. I love it so much that I suddenly can’t wait to feel the hard, hot length of him in my hand.
I tug at the top of his jeans, popping the button and dragging down the zipper. His groan of pleasure as I slip my fingers beneath the waist of his boxers and wrap my fingers around his erection is almost enough to banish the flash of concern as I realize how large he is.
Almost…
Geez Louise-us. I’m not sure yet how long he is, but his girth alone is terrifying. As I stroke him up and down, I can’t quite get my fingertips to meet around his thickness. Even if we decide full-fledged sex is something we’re both on board with, I’m not sure he’ll fit.
We may be more like a shark and a goldfish than I ever imagined, in that his giant shark cock will never ever fit inside my goldfish-size vagina.
I’m imagining the devastation that would be left behind—the vaginal equivalent of a tornado ripping through a trailer park, leaving death and destruction in its wake—when Justin’s thumb starts to circle my clit and I’m swept back into the riptide of pleasure.
“You can hold me tighter, Libs,” Jus murmurs against my lips between kisses. “I’m not going to break.” I adjust my grip, a powerful thrill rushing through me as he gasps, “Fuck, yes. Just like that, Libby. God, that feels so good,” and thrusts into the fingers I’ve fisted around his cock.
I’m doing it right! Now if I can manage to keep doing it right as Justin drives me completely out of my mind…
The combination of his thumb on my clit and his fingers—two of them now, filling me until I’m blissfully, perfectly full—are quickly taking me back to that wild, wind-swept place where there is nothing to hold on to, nothing but pleasure and tension and the white-hot rush of my blood thundering through my veins as I lean into the abyss.
“Yes, baby.” Justin rakes his teeth across the skin at my throat. “Oh fuck, yes, Libby, come for me.”
“I’m close,” I gasp. God, I’m so close…
“Come for me, beautiful. Let me feel you.”
So close…
“Fuck, Libby, I’m almost there. I’m almost—”
I call his name as my release crashes over me, making it feel like a nuclear bomb has been detonated in my core. The pleasure is fierce, merciless, wringing through me in powerful waves as Justin’s hand continues to move between my legs, drawing the orgasm out into a long, lovely, in-freaking-credible thread of beauty that is as close to heaven as I’ve ever been.
It is mind-blowing, life-changing, world-view-altering in ways that I can’t process right away. All I know, as I lie there beneath Justin, catching my breath, is that my vibrator is no match for this man.
Not even close.
“Wow,” he says, his breath warm on my lips. “I swear it usually takes me longer than that. I guess I was more worried about getting caught that I thought.”
I glance down, realizing that the top of my hand and my wrist are covered in milky-white stickiness, and another unfamiliar wave of satisfaction and pride washes through me. Well, unfamiliar in a sexual situation, anyway. I was so lost in my own release I missed Justin’s. But he came. I made him come, made this drop-dead sexy man who’s probably seen more action in the bedroom in the past month than I’ve seen in my entire life lose control.