His tip explores my folds, rubbing around and coating his length in my juices. Then he presses into my core. Instantly, I’m aware of just how big he is compared to the other men I’ve been with. I thought I knew it when my mouth was around him, but my mouth and my pussy are two entirely different battlefields. Here, the fit is tight to the point of almost being uncomfortable.
A little sound escapes my lips, and he pinches my nipples. “Too tight, huh? Don’t worry, Darling, I’ll take care of you.”
He continues to play with my breasts and suck on my neck. The pleasant sensations help me relax, and he eases in ever deeper, inch by inch, giving me time to adjust to him. But not too much time.
I realize my nails are digging into his shoulders. There are scratches along his back, and I try not to feel embarrassed. Everything about this just feels so good. It feels so good and so new, compared to anything I’ve done before.
When he reaches his hilt, I realize just how hard he’s breathing. Our eyes lock, and there’s a wildness in his eyes that I’ve never seen before.
“You want to come,” I tell him matter-of-factly.
He swears under his breath. “I’ll hold it together.”
I kiss my way up his neck and nibble on his ear. “Or, maybe you can just come.”
“Stop,” he groans.
I bounce against him, my breath hitching as his length rubs against the sensitive nerves inside my body. “Come on, it’ll feelsogood.”
The sound of his teeth gritting together is loud and painful. “No way, you fucking temptress. I’m taking my time with you. I’m going to enjoy this.”
I start to laugh when he pulls out of me and plunges back in. I’m not laughing any longer as I hold onto him as he begins to fuck me harder than any man has ever fucked me in my life. Maybe in anyone’s life. Nothing about him is gentle. Nothing about him is calm. He slams into me over and over again as my body begins to go from hot to blazing. My nails dig harder into his back. My head falls back.
I’m not going to be able to keep it together much longer. I need to…
My orgasm explodes through me, and I start screaming his name. My inner muscles clench and unclench, and Lucien moves faster, harder, a string of swear words escaping his lips. Goosebumps erupt on my skin. My head feels light, and waves of pleasure sweep over me until I feel like I’m going to shatter into a million pieces.
Lucien’s cock seems to swell, and then I feel his hot cum explode inside of me, coating my insides. His muscles are tight above me as he murmurs my name like a prayer, like he’s thanking me, and my own orgasm continues to roll through me as he continues to pound into me.
But my orgasm keeps going.
It goes and goes until I’m sure I can’t handle it any longer. Until I’m sure that no body was ever meant to experience pleasure like this. And then, finally, I fall back, collapsing onto the mattress.
I’m aware of his warm cock inside of me. Of his cum coating my insides. It tingles just a little bit, and feels so damn good that I don’t know what to do with myself. I like knowing I made him lose control like that. I like knowing that… that he wants me.
It’s a long time before Lucien moves, but when he does, he stays inside of me, just shifting back a bit so we’re face to face. With a measured movement, he leans down and kisses me softly, a look of absolute shock on his face.
“What’s wrong?” I ask.
“Nothing’s wrong.”
“You seem surprised.”
He smiles. “I am surprised.”
“Why?”
He seems to take a minute to consider his words. “Sex has never felt like that for me before.”
What does that mean?
“Same,” I confess, then add, “Is that a good thing?”
His smile only widens. “A very good thing. Now, let’s get you some water and a minute to yourself.”
I lift a brow.
Looking very smug, he tells me, “I just want to make sure you’re rested for the next round.”
