He has physical strength but a tender touch. The dark brown of his hair is set off by lightly tanned skin and a white, even smile. His neck is strong yet elegant. His thighs look powerful yet they’ve cradled me. And his cock? His cock is the biggest contrast of all.
So smooth and soft yet so firm, with interesting ridges and veins. Leaning over, I lick him from root to tip with the flat of my tongue.
He releases a strangled laugh. “I didn’t wear you out, did I?”
“I’m just getting started.” I grin. I reapply myself, taking his broad head into my mouth and working my tongue against him. Right under his head is a sweet spot, super sensitive, and I tease it until he flinches against me.
There’s something wonderful about having him surround me like this, of breathing in his scent and feeling him swell in my mouth. His control isn’t as easily held onto, as evidenced by the way his fingers grab the rumpled sheets and his thighs quiver from his effort to keep from orgasming.
He wants to rip me off him and plunge inside me but is willing to wait…for now. Crouching on my knees between his legs, I cup his sac in one hand and grasp the base of his cock with the other. With my mouth, I set a quick pace of swallowing and sucking and gripping him in long, unbroken movements along his length.
“Fuck,” he pants. “Fuck, yeah.”
His breath is harsh above me, a nearly wracking sound as he heaves for air. Beneath me, his body tenses and I prepare for him to shoot down my throat. I’m aching for the taste of him and the feel of his release as he comes.
But before he reaches climax, his hands clamp around my upper arms and he throws me off. I land on my belly next to him, and he’s on me before my next breath. His hand finds my clit and rolls the small, sensitive flesh between his fingers. Breath searing my neck, he says, “I’m coming in your hot pussy tonight. All night.”
I shudder at his raw words. He pushes my hips up and attacks me with his mouth. His rough shadowed beard abrades my tender skin as he uses his entire face to make love to me. I arch into him, wanting more pressure. He is making me throb everywhere. In my neck, along my wrists, in the base of my feet.
He dips his fingers just inside, as a goddamned tease. I push back harder, but he fends off my movements with a firm grip around my hips. I’m at his mercy now and his pace. He hardens his tongue as he drags it up and down my sodden opening.
“Take me then,” I gasp. “Right now. Fuck me hard.”
He growls and I can feel the reverberations against my clit—and even that makes me shudder. I’m a hair’s breadth away. The tear of the condom package echoes loudly in the room whose only sounds are our labored breaths.
With one smooth motion, he seats himself to the hilt. Both his hands are on my hips as he powers himself in and out of me. I brace my palms against the headboard as the force of his strokes push me forward on the mattress.
“Am I deep enough yet?” he murmurs into my ear. “Can you feel me all the way through your body?”
I nod my head, too aroused to even answer. The sensitive flesh of my core is swollen and tingling from earlier orgasms. The feelings evoked by every withdrawal and advancement of his cock is magnified.
“You’re extra tight right now,” he whispers, dropping his head to bite along my neck and shoulder. Tremors rock me, and I feel close to collapse.
Sensing my imminent climax, he pulls me upright so we’re both kneeling. He places one hand on my neck like a collar and the other he drops to my mound. Unbalanced, I reach behind us and hook an arm around his neck.
“That’s right,” he croons. “Feel us, Tiny.”
He drags my free hand to my sex. He covers me with his big hand, pressing our palms against my clit and arranging our fingers on either side of my opening. His fingers extend farther than mine, but I can feel his wet shaft arrowing in and out in rhythmic motions. “Feel how beautiful this is. How fucking hot this is. I think about this constantly. My cock inside you, covered in your juice. Wet with your arousal. I fantasize about your tight, hot pussy squeezing me until I can’t breathe.”
“I want you to come with me.” He exerts more pressure against my clit until I’m delirious. Turning my head, I can see the thick veins of his neck prominently displayed. His eyes are heavy lidded but directed at me, and his lips are parted as he’s caught up in our joining. The sight of him is breathtaking. Need, want, and pleasure are written in large, obvious letters on his skin.
It’s that sight that sends me over. My body freezes up as the climax overtakes me, spiraling out. I can feel my own come flood our fingers. In a daze, I hear him groan and then the movements behind me, beneath my lax fingers, quicken. His hand moves away from my throat to grab my breast, and I’m imprisoned in his embrace as he works his cock against me with a ferocity I’ve not felt before. His hips surge against me in uncoordinated thrusts, and he takes a quick indrawn breath as his arousal peaks.