As he continued to work me with one hand, I heard the other open a drawer. Then an absence of him, and the noise of him ripping something open. I looked back, and raked my eyes down his perfect bare chest. He finished rolling, and leaned himself over my length. I could feel the pressure of his strong frame, and smell his body, the aching in it.
“Remember what you said you wanted?” he whispered in my ear. It was all I could think about. I moved my hands from above my head and crossed my wrists behind my back.
“God, yes,” I whispered back. I felt his strong hand take my wrists firmly. I relished the pain of his grasp as I felt the tip of his cock against my soaking cleft. He pressed himself deep inside of me. I arched my back and neck and let out a loud moan as pleasure and pain mingled itself inside me. He filled me completely, in a way I’d never felt before, and he rocked his hips slowly at first. I moved my own hips against his, and he rocked back and forth, thrusting into me slowly. The pressure of his hand against mine, and his other hand on my hips, made me groan. He pulled on my hands and pressed deeper, again and again, fulfilling my fantasy and filling my body in a way I had needed since I first saw him.
His hand on my hips tightened as he thrust harder and deeper. I could hear him grunting, his hands tense and loose against mine with each movement, and I bucked my hips against him to take every inch. He matched my pace as he filled me.
As our speed peaked and he thrust into me roughly, he suddenly slowed, and leaned over me. I felt his breath against my neck and in my ear.
“Now that you’re mine, you’ll do as I say,” he whispered.
“Please, Mr. Green,” was all I could say.
He moved out of me. I turned around and slid up onto the bed, legs spread open.
“I love when you call me Mr. Green,” he growled at me.
He climbed up onto the bed, his bare body covered in bristling muscles, and his cock a hard rod between us. He grabbed the bottom of my dress and helped me pull it off. He kissed my neck and lips and I ran my hand over his shaft. I undid my bra and pulled it off as his lips moved down my throat and onto my chest. His tongue and lips and teeth played with my nipples while his hand found my swollen clit again and teased me.
“You have such a perfect body,” he said softly. He kissed every inch of my chest, up and down my neck.
I was soaked through and aching for him to fill me again. I couldn’t think of anything other than his hard cock inside of me, his arms above me. I could feel the weight of him pressing on me as he kissed my lips softly, then harder. I bit his lower lip, and he grunted his pleasure. He rocked his hips back, and suddenly I felt his cock press inside of me.
“Take every inch of me,” he whispered.
I grabbed onto the muscles of his back as he moved faster, his hips grinding against mine, thrusting deep inside of me. My spot was a beacon of pleasure sending signals all along my body. He moved faster, a single slick motion of detailed joy, and kissed my neck and chest as he worked.
I felt his hips and body shift, and the pleasure intensified. “Yes, right there,” I said. He started moving his hips and grinding himself into me. I took the full length of him, and felt myself building toward climax.
“Do you want to come for me?” he whispered in my ear.
“Yes,” I moaned back.
“Ask for permission.” He continued to thrust and grind into me, and I could barely think.
“Please let me come, Mr. Green,” I managed to say, breathless. He continued to thrust deep into me.
“You have my permission,” he whispered, and I felt a jolt strike through my core.
He lifted my arms above my head and pinned my hands down, firmly but gently. His eyes locked into mine as his motions got faster, harder, the good roughness as he pressed into me, and I felt my orgasm come on. It hit me slowly, at first, and my muscles and neck tensed, and then it washed over me in waves and I came on his hard cock. The normal tense block of self-doubt in my chest suddenly melted away underneath his strong arms and hard body. I moaned loudly, and it rolled through me as his cock filled me, and I felt his left hand grab my hip and his right hand tense over mine as he thrust harder. He grunted and his face twisted with pleasure as he pushed himself deep into me, and as my orgasm faded, his body stiffened, and he climaxed.
He let my hands go, and relaxed. The glow covered us both, and I felt calmer than I had in years. I wrapped my arms around him as he kissed me softly on the lips and neck, and stayed inside of me. I didn’t want him to part from me, not ever, and in this moment I couldn’t imagine anything else, being anywhere else, with anyone else. His perfectly toned body, the slowly softening, but still-hard feeling of him inside my core, it was a moment I could never let go of.