Gwen giggled. “Touched absolutely everywhere…and it’s wonderful. Whatever I experienced before that I thought was anal sex was nothing compared to this. I’ve never come like that before. Ever.”
“You’re probably worn out, huh?”
Tracing her fingertips over the tattoos that interlocked and weaved across his pecs, she debated how to reply. “I’ll feel this in the morning. I won’t lie. But I want it. I want you. I’d never leave you like this, unrelieved.”
“You don’t need to feel sorry—”
“The last thing I feel is sorry for you, Chris. I’m not done yet. And neither are you,” she murmured as she stretched her arm across his broad chest and squeezed herself to him.
He grinned and rolled from his back so that he was now braced over her, his cock hard and hot pressing against her mound. She sighed happily, loving the way he encompassed her. Instantly, she was shielded from the world in his warm embrace.
I want this every night. Every day. All of it.
She shifted her bottom so that she was under him and stroked his cheek as she hooked her legs around his hips. He dipped his head and kissed her, sucking on her lower lip and placing kisses at the corners of her mouth. She melted all over again as he smooched her and brushed his lips against hers, as though he couldn’t get enough of her mouth. She opened for him when he traced the tip of his tongue along her bottom lip and grinned when she tried to nip at him.
“Can I put the condom on you?” she asked as she picked up the package from the bed.
He sat up and said, “You can try. It’s going to be a tight fit.”
“Tell me something I don’t already know.”
He knelt back, resting his ass on his heels, and gave her full access to his engorged shaft. He bit his lip as she sat up and ripped open the package.
“Even the larger size is snug? Oh, mama.”
He chuckled and fingered one of her blond curls, which were still damp from the shower, stroking it between his fingertips as she positioned the condom and rolled it down. Once she had it on, he grasped his cock and pushed it down further, holding himself much harder than she would’ve. She noticed the sheen of sweat on his brow as she lay back down and he returned to his earlier position over her.
As he kissed her, she heard the lubricant bottle click open and then his gentle fingers were at her cunt, smoothing the slick gel all around her entrance. Each time they fucked, it was easier, partly because he took his time and used the lubricant, and partly because she was adjusting to his girth little by little.
Once all the prep was done, he went back to kissing her as he twined his legs with hers and used his free hand to play with her peaked nipples. His callused fingertips created a whirlpool of need in her belly as he squeezed them and stroked her breasts. He bent down to fasten his mouth to her nipple and it was as if he’d attached a live wire between her clit and her nipple. The sensations he sent rocketing through her body soon had her hot and needy as she wrapped her legs loosely around his hips again.
Julián padded into the room and lay down on the bed with them, watching as he got comfortable on the pillows close by but not touching them. Chris looked up and smiled at Julián, acknowledging his presence, and Gwen clasped fingers with Julián as he leaned down and kissed her forehead.
Chris brushed the head of his cock against her opening and she drew closer to him, wanting to feel him slide between her lips, stretching her pussy until it stung so wonderfully. He flexed his hips and penetrated a few inches, enough for her to grind on as she clung to him, eager for more.
“You feel so good, Chris. I want your cock inside me so bad.” Already, she could feel the tremors of orgasm flickering in her pelvis as he began thrusting, pumping that big monster inside her in small increments. “Fuck me, Chris. Fuck me, please.”
Chris growled softly, sliding his hands under her shoulders, blocking out everything but the feel of his cock inside her and his lips on hers as he kissed her. She rocked against him, clinging to him, and practically climbing him in her effort to take his cock to the hilt, but he held back. Insistently, she whispered, “Harder, Chris, more! I feel it coming, baby!”
He pinned her to the bed and stroked harder but she was insatiable. She’d had a taste of the primal man and wanted more. Wanted all. She moved with him, practically purring as her orgasm came nearly within her grasp and hovered just out of reach.
Crying out in frustration, she wrapped her arm around his neck and begged softly. “I want to come so bad, Chris. Harder! You won’t hurt me. Please!” He looked down at her as if checking to make sure she really meant it and she pleaded once more, “Please.”