Sexy Jerk(39)

He covers my hand with his. His hand moves mine, up and down his erection in smooth even strokes. I wouldn't have ever thought I could be even more turned on, but my sex clenches as my palms rub over his silky smooth shaft.

After allowing me to stroke him a few more times, he reaches over to the bedside table and pulls out a condom. "Fuck me," he says to me as he rips it open.

I can't wait.

As soon as he puts the condom on, he pulls me on top of him. I am on my knees and stare down at him. At his flat belly that is tight with muscles. At his strong arms. At his face. At him.

Just him.

He positions himself with ease and I lower myself down. He fills me and it feels so good. His hands are on my hips and he guides me. Moving me up and down-slowly at first, then faster, much faster. His hips are surging forward. He is groaning. I'm moaning as my lower belly coils with tension and my thighs begin to vibrate.

His hands shift a little and he lifts me off him, his cock is so hard it must be painful. "Lie on your stomach, I'm going to make you come even harder this time."

I don't even hesitate. I flip over quickly.

He gets off the bed and pulls me toward him. "Get up on your hands and knees, baby."

Baby.

That's twice.

I like it.

I look over my shoulder and see him grasping his cock with one hand, and then I feel him spreading me open with the other. He then positions himself at my pussy and pushes in so slowly it almost hurts.

In and out.

In and out.

Slow.

Delicious.

As he thrusts deeper, his hand goes to the crease in my ass, and he circles me with his thumb. The new sensation has my pussy fluttering. "Do you like this?" he whispers leaning over my body and into my ear.

"Yes," I cry out.

"I want to take it. Have you ever had anyone there?"

I shake my head no.

"Do you want me to fuck you there someday, Tess?"

"Yes," I cry out again.

"Soon," he growls in my ear. "Very soon."

His thrusts grow harder and faster with each passing moment. He reaches underneath me, circling my waist, his fingers splaying wide against my belly. Then he lowers his fingers, delving into the folds of my pussy. As soon as his finger brushes over my clit, I cry out, "Oh God, yes, Nick, yes."

The moment I scream out his name, he thrusts harder and deeper. He's now stroking my clit with more pressure, and then he presses his thumb against the pucker of my ass with the other. That's when I fly over the edge.

I've had hundreds, maybe thousands of orgasms in my life-never have I had one like this.

My hands ball into fists and I scream out-loudly.

"Fuck," he hisses as he stills his body.

My body shakes and trembles and I collapse on the bed. Nick follows, laying his chest on my back and kissing my shoulder.

"Oh, my God," I manage.

"You feel like heaven," Nick grunts.

"I've never come like that before. That felt so incredible," I whisper.



       
         
       
        

"I know the feeling," he admits.

Silence falls between us as we struggle to catch our breath. Neither of us delve into our orgasms any further.

Then Nick shifts, pulling out of me, and we both moan.

Soon, too soon, he stands to dispose of the condom. "Are you thirsty?" he asks.

I shake my head no.

While in the bathroom, I hear him turn the shower on, and I'm surprised when he comes back into the bedroom right away.

He extends his hand. He is so close to me I can see the blue glimmering in his eyes from the faint light illuminating the room. "Come on, let's take a shower. It's early still, so I have plenty of time to romance you properly."

I accept his proffered hand. "Nick, please stop teasing me about that. I didn't mean it that way at all."

"Does that mean you don't want to sit outside beside a fire with a glass of wine and enjoy the view?"

I step toward him. "No, that doesn't mean that."

"Does that mean you don't want to be naked under a blanket while I feast on your sweet pussy again?"

Laughing now because really, he is taking things too far, I step even closer and jump up, wrapping my arms and legs around him. "I definitely didn't mean that."

Firmly holding me, his thumb strokes up the crack of my ass and once again circles the puckered area. "Does that mean you don't want me to do this?"

I press my face against his shoulder and bite down in pleasure. I had no idea how good that could feel. "No, it doesn't."

"You like that, don't you?"

I nod. "Very, very much. Not only do you have a magical tongue, but magical fingers too."