Her fingers were squeezing her nipples now, all embarrassment forgotten in the wave of desire he was making her ride. He inserted another finger in her and flexed them, caressing her insides. All the while, his talented mouth kept tasting her as if she were the most succulent fruit he had ever had.
It was too much. The wave rose and rose, crested, and rolled all over her. She was falling; the pleasure inundating her. Muffling all sound as if she were truly under water. She heard whimpers, a mewling, and she hoped she wasn’t being overly loud. It was impossible to judge the volume of her cries.
He stayed with her, his mouth and hands helping her ride the wave until she crashed, boneless and wrung out. That’s when she felt him. Hot and heavy and oh so big, at her entrance.
He pushed in. The head of his member breached her. She was so slick, so soft that it was an easy slide. Didn’t mean that it wasn’t tight. He was big. She felt the parting and stretching of her internal flesh to accommodate him. And he wasn’t even all the way in yet. The wet slide of his member, hard and heavy, kept going and going until she felt impossibly filled. Until she was sure she couldn’t take another inch.
“Yes, you feel so good.” He was crooning. “So beautiful, my darling. Take me, take all of me–” He broke off on a groan, his hard flesh embedding itself to the hilt inside her.
He stopped. As if to savor the moment, or to give her time to get used to him inside her. She felt stretched almost to the breaking point. Never had she been touched so deeply, possessed so thoroughly.
Yet instead of feeling invaded, his flesh in hers felt essential. A piece she didn’t know she was missing. But now that she had it, she needed it. She didn’t think she could survive without it. He felt divine.
He moved a fraction, and her flesh clamped around him. Begging him to stay. He hissed.
“So greedy. Your pussy loves my cock, doesn’t it?”
His coarse words were shocking, and an unexpected turn on.
“Tell me.” He begged and commanded at the same time.
She couldn’t resist the plea. Shyly, she tested the crude words. “I do. I love your cock.”
His smile of pleasure was the reward for her daring. “Damn, you are making me go harder, and I didn’t think that was possible. Don’t worry darling. I’m not going away.”
He withdrew a fraction of an inch, only to push back in. As if he couldn’t bear to part from her flesh, either. Little by little, his strokes grew longer, more languorous. Pulling himself almost completely out, before sliding back in with a slow easy slide. Letting her feel every inch of his possession. Before long, his rhythm increased, his thrusts more impatient. And she felt herself climbing again, being dragged by his enthusiasm.
No! She couldn’t climax again. It was his turn. What would he think of her? That she was so wanton, that one earth-shattering orgasm wasn’t enough? He had called her greedy... She tensed, trying to block the sensations. Decent women were not supposed to enjoy this act so much. Colin was generous, but she didn’t want to abuse his tolerance.
He was watching her. Kneeling on the bed, his arms hooked under her legs, holding her spread and defenseless for his pounding. As if sensing her distracting thoughts, he let go of her legs and leaned forward. Looming over her a moment before he kissed her. Deeply, tenderly. He tasted different, and she realized it was her flavor on his lips. How mortifying. How incredibly arousing.
He broke the kiss and took hold of her hands, stretching and trapping them above her head. The position brought his pelvis forward. With each pump, he rotated his hips, a tiny swivel grinding against her point of pleasure.
Oh, this was too much. She had no hope of holding out now. He was looking at her intensely, determined to bring her with him. His nostrils flared, lips drawn back over his teeth, while the unrelenting pounding and rolling persisted down there.
“That’s it. Let go. Fly with me.” He commanded.
There was no warning this time, no slow buildup to the crest. The pleasure broke free from somewhere inside her, like an earthquake, shaking her all over and leaving her convulsing and trembling with the aftershocks. She scrunched her eyes and bit her tongue to keep herself from screaming, and she managed. Just barely.
But there was nothing she could do about the spasms of her flesh around his member. He must have felt them. A moment later, his own body shook while his thrusts became deep and shallow. His cock pulsed, and liquid warmth flooded her as he released deep inside her.
He was sweating and gasping. For a moment, she thought he would collapse over her. And despite his size, she would have welcomed it. But he remembered himself just in time and came down on his side.
Such abandon left her shaken, fragile. She wanted to curl up against him, but he put a hand on her belly, caressing her with casual tenderness while he caught his breath. And preventing her from getting closer to him. She remembered he didn’t like embraces. Maybe he didn’t like to cuddle either.
A few moments later he drew the covers over her naked body, which was now cooling after the passion. He was still fully dressed; she noticed with some surprise. He hadn’t even taken his pants off, but merely lowered them. Somehow, the sight of his clothed body made her feel even more vulnerable in her nakedness.
Leaning down over her, he kissed her forehead. “That was lovely, my darling. You pleased me so much. Thank you.”
On that baffling note, he got up from the bed, snuffed the now guttering candle, and left the room. The door closed silently behind him. Leaving her wanting more. And drowning in shame, and self recriminations over her wanton behavior.
