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He moves to stand behind me, leaving me fully naked in front of the window, looking out. It feels so erotic and charged with risk. There is no darkened room with the lights turned out here like I always thought it would be. I didn’t know a man would ever want to look at my body like this, let alone worship it. But more than that it’s as though Tommy wants to show me off to the world, at the same time as I know that he would probably kill any man who tried to take me from him.
After he touched me between my legs, I felt like I was going to explode. I want him so badly, even if he just licked like he did last night. I want to release this feeling, feel it wash over me again. The electricity is starting to crackle in my veins, and I need to let it out.
“I would have waited until later,” he says. “After the food. After more. But I don’t think I can wait. I don’t think I can hold back.” As he speaks, his hands cup my breasts, my ass, run down between my legs. I feel the hardness of him pressed up against my back, both terrifyingly and enticingly large.
“Don’t hold back,” I whisper, ready to beg him if I need to. “Don’t wait.”
As if that was all he was waiting for, Tommy spins me around and captures my lips, kissing me hard and hungrily, his tongue searching deep. He moves me toward the bed as he does, then lifts me up and throws me on it, gently enough that it’s still exhilarating.
He doesn’t climb over the top of me right away, but my complaint dies in my throat when I look up to see him furiously pulling off his own clothes, stripping off his shirt and pants until he’s only wearing his underwear, tented by a very obvious bulge. Barely anything is left to my imagination, and he doesn’t make me wait too long because in one fluid motion he yanks down his boxer briefs and stands proud and naked before me.
I take him in as he pauses for a moment, his abs, his thickly muscled arms, and strong legs, all so perfectly proportioned against his tall frame. His cock stands tall and thick between his legs, making me gulp. It’s so big, will it even fit inside me? All I know is that I want to find out.
Then he’s in motion again, crawling up over the top of me, his body above mine. It feels so much more intimate than last time, now with no clothes between us, nothing to stop the glide of skin on skin.
I watch breathlessly as Tommy kisses me deeply one more time and then moves, positioning himself so that our hips are aligned, takes his length in his own hand, and lines it up with my entrance. I can’t help but shudder as it brushes against me for the first time, a combination of apprehension and anticipation and need and longing and arousal.
But he pauses there as he presses against me, not quite yet moving inside. He waits until I look up at his face, and his eyes burn into me, fierce and dark, setting me on fire. “You’re mine,” he says, and I only have time to nod once in total agreement before I feel the pressure of him entering me.
I gasp out loud at the sensation, stretching – surely, he won’t fit? Surely, this was a bad idea. We must not be anatomically compatible – maybe that’s why there are no other women around here – but the thoughts are blasted out of my head as he eases in a little deeper, and deeper, and deeper still. I find my eyes closed and open them to watch again, seeing how so little of him is already inside me, yet it feels like so much.
I whimper and pant for breath as he slowly fills me. I never imagined it could feel like this – the sensation of having something inside, something hot and soft and hard at the same time and living and moving – so incredibly strange and exotic, and so unbelievably right. I clutch onto the sheets for support and take large handfuls of the silky material, only heightening the sensory pleasure of it all, the tightness gradually giving way to something else. To a good feeling, to the urge to move, to buck my hips, to have him all the way inside of me. Even if I don’t know what to do, my body does.
Finally, finally, he seems to bottom out, letting out a groan of satisfaction as he stops moving. Tommy holds there for a moment before drawing back, and then slowly pushing back in, and soon we’re starting to build our own rhythm, to gradually speed up, gathering steam.
