"What’s wrong?” he asks, his eyes suddenly worried. I nod and get to my knees, crawling across the bed and taking the warm, sexy cock in my hand.
"I wanted a taste," I hum before I kiss the tip of his cock, licking around his flared mushroom head, marveling at the taste and texture. I spread my lips around him, swallowing him until his shaft is buried deep in my mouth, pulling back and worshipping his cock. With a gleam in my eye, I swallow him deeper, all the way until the trimmed hairs at his base press against my lips. He's stretching my lips, but my throat has no problem massaging the head of his cock until I pull back, letting him out with a loud pop. "Delicious."
"Holy fuck," Duncan marvels, stroking my face with his hand. "How did you—"
“Never did have much of a gag reflex," I reveal, turning around and pushing my panties down halfway. "Now, I think you can take care of the rest, can't you?"
I hear the foil packet of the condom rip, and then a little squirt as he smears lube on his cock, even though I'm dripping wet and ready for him. He reaches between my legs, rubbing my pussy, and I can't help it, lowering my head and pushing back into his questing digits. He hasn't even penetrated me yet, and I'm on the quaking edge of coming, when I stop, feeling the head of his cock at my entrance. "Oh, yes . . . yes."
Duncan eases his way in slowly, which I’m grateful for. Still, I push back, encouraging him to keep going until I'm at the limits of my ability to stretch, and he pulls back, giving my body a chance to adjust.
"So perfect," Duncan whispers as he eases in again, deeper this time, pulling out and pushing in with slow, tender strokes until I feel his thighs settle against my hips. All the way in, and I'm split nearly in half, lost in the sensations and pleasure. "Carrie."
“Don’t hold back,” I remind him, pulling forward and pushing back onto his amazing cock. “Give me all of it."
Duncan growls again, his hands pushing me forward, crushing me into the bed as he mounts the mattress behind me, my hips in the air and my back bent nearly in half as he starts driving himself into me mercilessly, powerfully, each thrust of his hips smashing into me, obliterating any resistance I could have put up even if I wanted to.
Instead, I'm in heaven. It's never felt this good, each nerve exploding with his punishing thrusts, my body trembling on that heady mix of pleasure and pain that feeds off each other, elevating both. I'm helpless, groaning and lost in the waves of pleasure that shoot through my body, pushing back and begging for more, more, more from him.
Duncan increases his pace and his power, jackhammering into me hard and fast, taking my body to heights of pleasure I've never felt before. I should be coming, but I'm not. There's not enough time between one thrust and the next for the chain reaction to even start, and instead, his cock smashes through any concept I have of sexual ecstasy, my universe coming down to two things. One, that Duncan is the one I’ve been looking for. And two, that I need to give back to him as good as I'm getting.
The competitive athlete inside me comes forward, and I'm pushing back into him, growling with him, telling him to give me more, harder, to fuck me as hard as he can. We're building, higher and higher, the bed crashing against the wall in front of me, and I'm dripping with sweat, my body exhausted, but I won't give in. He's given me so much, I want to show him that I can take it and give it back to him.
"Carrie . . . I'm going—"
"Come!" I growl, my own body exploding as I feel him swell inside me, and he's coming, his last powerful thrust driving me into the mattress and into oblivion as I climax. I'm crushed beneath him, sandwiched between his powerful body and the mattress beneath me, which is good, because I've lost control of my body. My feet drum on the mattress, my hands scratch at the blanket, and I scream out, unable to control myself as I come harder than I ever have before in my life.
When it finally passes, Duncan pulls me into him, and I feel him shaking behind me, his shoulders quivering as he spoons and holds me. I turn and see there’s something in his face. "What is it?"
"You," Duncan whispers, stroking my face. “That was fucking perfect.”
“Couldn’t have said it better myself,” I reply. “Think we can do this again before I leave? Or should I just stay? You're too good to only have once."
Chapter 9
Duncan
Staying the night becomes staying the weekend, and we end up staying in bed most of the day Sunday too. Finally, on Sunday night, I’m taking her home.
"I want to invite you up, but if I do, I don't think I can ask you to leave," she says with a regretful chuckle. "And I've got a test in Organic Chemistry this week. Mid-terms, you know. My teacher's a total pain in the ass too."