I lower myself farther onto him, and tremble as I feel him fill me up completely. I feel so full inside, it’s like I’m being touched everywhere, stretched.
“Shit,” I breathe, lowering myself until I’m sitting on him. He’s really deep inside me. I brush my hair from my eyes, and then put my hands on his chest. I can feel his hard muscle.
“God, Pen, you are tight,” he says, rubbing my thighs. “You feel amazing.”
I lean forward, and he pulls me down onto him, and he crushes his lips on mine. I kiss him back hard, and I moan loudly into his mouth as he begins to pull himself out of me.
“Oooh,” I sound, digging my nails into his chest. “Slower, Pierce.”
He withdraws his cock gradually, until it’s all the way out of me, and I feel this sudden emptiness so I press back on him. He slides into me easier this time, but I queef, and cover my mouth. He just grins, pulls my lips to his again.
He starts to fuck me, gently, slowly, and God if it isn’t the best feeling ever.
But I want to be in control, and so I sit up, put my hands on his hard, muscular chest, and begin to ride him. It takes me a little while to figure out the best way to do it, but then I’m rocking back and forth on him, plunging his manhood deep inside me while grinding my clit on his pubic bone, and fuck it’s amazing.
I’m just in heaven. I let my eyes flutter closed, let my mouth hang open, and I just focus on riding him, chasing the climax I know is coming.
“Oh,” I moan, biting my lip. I look down at him, and he’s just looking at me like I’m the only girl he’ll ever want again. It’s an intense stare. His hands are gripping me tight, he’s pulling me with each of my gyrations.
I begin to ride him faster, harder. I start to really mash my clit into his pubis, gyrate my hips, get lost in it all. It feels so good, pleasure thrills through my every nerve ending. His cock is so big inside me.
Really, I never want this to end.
He holds my hips and begins to thrust into me, and all I can do is let him take the reins. He pulls me back down to him, buries his nose in my neck, and he smells me while he fucks me hard. The slapping sounds of our sex are all that I can hear.
But then he stops. He pushes me off him, growls, “On your knees,” and turns me around roughly, slaps my thighs hard so that I shut them, and then presses his throbbing tip against my yearning entrance.
He begins to push in, and in this position, with my legs closed, I’m so much tighter, and I can feel so much more. I feel like I’m blinded by pleasure as he inches into me bit by bit until he bottoms out.
He’s rubbing the small of my back, grabbing my ass, slapping it, running his hands over the tops of my thighs, my hips. His fingertips leave my skin buzzing with hot energy, and I think to myself that I could be touched by him forever.
“No, no!” I moan as he starts to fuck me hard, as he clamps onto my hips and begins to bury himself inside me over and over. My whole body is shaking; the whole bed is rocking, and the headboard is slamming against the wall again and again and again.
“Pierce!” I cry as he speeds up, as he fucks me with wild abandon. He coils my hair in his hands and yanks my head back, and I feel his hot breath on my neck as he kisses me there.
“You fucking love this, don’t you?” he growls into my ear. “You are so fucking hot.”
His pistoning becomes more aggressive, more forceful. He lifts up my hands by my wrists and places them on the wall.
I feel a hand on my stomach, and he’s guiding it upward. “Curve your back,” he says into my ear. “Yeah, like that. You’ll feel me more now.”
So I curve my back like a cat, upward, and he’s right; with my hips angled down, I can feel each of his thrusts grinding against my front wall, against my G-spot, and it’s just fucking mind-blowing.
“Come on,” I beg, licking my lips unconsciously, making faces and sounds I never thought possible. It’s like he’s reached into the very depths of my soul, and now he’s playing me like an instrument.
He’s going to make me come, and God, he’s going to make me come hard.
“Come on, Pierce!” I beg, throwing my hips back at him, using my hands against the walls to push back at his every thrust. The slapping of our bodies becomes sticky, wet, and I know it’s our sweat. I can feel the heat in the room; the temperature feels like it has doubled.
“Oh God,” I moan, feeling the pressure inside me growing. It’s right in my belly, a force of blissful energy I know is going to be released. I’m climbing, ascending, getting closer and closer and closer.
“Don’t stop!” I wail, reaching behind me with one hand and grabbing onto his hand. He grips mine tight, fucks me harder.