“Like this,” he croaked. “Stroke it faster. Yes, like that…Oh fuck.” The last was said as his head arched back, the tendons on his neck becoming prominent as his legs locked and turned into granite. He was about to spend. Even though she had never touched a man before, she could instinctively feel it in the thickening of his rod, in the barely restrained energy of his body.
She pulled her hand from under his, and he let her go instantly, looking at her with what seemed like bashful desperation. “I’m sorry. Have I frightened you?”
She shook her head. “No.” That’s not how she wanted him to feel. She didn’t want him to misinterpret her intentions even for a moment.
“I want you inside me.” The confession was a ragged whisper, but his eyes flared with wonder and desire.
“Are you sure? I can wait. We don’t need to do anything until—”
Her mouth came down on his, silencing him with a kiss. For some strange reason, she didn’t want him to complete that sentence. She didn’t want to wait. The future felt distant, nebulous, uncertain. Only here and now existed. Only this moment mattered. Something akin to despair was driving her, but she couldn’t stop to analyze it. She only knew that she needed him and would die if he denied her.
Thank God he didn’t. It would be humiliating to have to beg. He cradled her face in his hands, taking control of the kiss, his tongue exploring her mouth. His flavor was familiar and comforting. Paradoxically arousing and calming at the same time.
“Take me, then, my love,” he whispered against her lips. “Take me into your sweet, slick, hot haven.”
She sat up, looking down at him, unsure what he meant. Take him? She thought it was the man who was supposed to take the woman. Her confusion must have shown on her face, because taking his rod in his hand again, he stroked it slowly, never taking his eyes from her.
“Is this what you want?”
At her nod, he went on. “Good, because this is all for you. I’m all yours.”
Her mouth fell open with arousal, while the place between her legs he had so thoroughly pleasured wept anew.
“Straddle me, love.”
When she threw a leg over his hips, he steadied her with his other hand. Oh… at last she understood. And the prospect of having this man under her galvanized her. She lowered her sensitized core toward his erect member. When her folds touched the satiny head, her gasp of surprise mingled with his groan of pleasure, but still he didn’t take control. He didn’t push up or try to grab her. Instead, he used his member to caress her, running it through her slick folds, spreading her moisture and then focusing on rubbing that special place that made her explode into a million happy pieces.
Soon she was moving with him. Leaning into his hardness, chasing the delicious caress, seeking more pressure. She rocked her hips and the head of his member slid inside her.
“That’s it. You are doing great. Can you take a bit more? Lower yourself on my cock. Take it in you. Yesss…” He hissed the last as more of his member slid inside.
She froze, feeling the stretch as her untried flesh adjusted to the foreign sensation. She planted her hands on his chest for support while both his hands moved to grab her hips. He didn’t push, didn’t press. Simply held her secure, providing stability. It gave her the confidence to lower herself a bit more, taking more of his length. He groaned, keeping his eyes on her. The need on his face kept her mesmerized. Connected to him emotionally as their bodies connected on the physical plane.
But it wasn’t just his need driving the act. The presence of his hard flesh inside her was creating a need of her own. A need to move, to feel him move inside her. Guided by instinct, she experimented rotating her hips, this way and that. Oh, that felt good. More than good, actually. Amazing. She did it again, tearing a groan from him.
His need melded with hers, taking a life of its own, driving them both. Her hips kept moving in an instinctive rhythm that felt natural and oh so pleasurable. His hands were on her hips,the solidness of his chest beneath her palms providing the stability necessary for her to test and explore.
His hard flesh slid inside a bit more with each revolution of her hips, aided by the slickness of her flesh. And then he was fully seated inside her, her bottom flush with his pelvis. As joined as two human beings could be. His rod felt impossibly big and yet absolutely satisfying. The realization shocked her a bit.
“Oh!” There was surprise and joy in the small exclamation. She had heard stories of the first time being painful for the woman. But there had been no pain. A bit of stretching, a twinge of discomfort maybe, but that had quickly passed to give way to astounding satisfaction. She squeezed her internal muscles, clenching around the solid presence.
“Oh God.” He groaned and his fingers dug deep into her hips. They would leave an imprint, but she didn’t care. She wanted to be marked by his possession.
“Did that hurt?” she asked, bewildered. He seemed to be in agony. That elicited a dry chuckle out of him.
“No, oh no. That felt divine. I should be the one inquiring about your well-being.” He sat, his torso curling up to bring them face to face, while his hold on her hips was immutable. “How do you feel, love?”
“Divine.” She repeated the word back at him while twining her arms around his neck.
His nostrils flared with desire a moment before his mouth took hers. Possessing, exploring, sliding against her own and setting claim to her mouth. The death grip he had on her hips seemed to ease, and his hands coasted higher over the planes of her back, spreading warmth and pleasure wherever they touched. She arched into the caresses, craving more of his touch.
“Ride me,” he whispered against her mouth. “Set your pace. Take your pleasure of me, Josie.”
“Michael,” she moaned, slightly breathless and feeling vulnerable.
“You are doing great love,” he reassured her, his voice steady despite the strain she could feel in every inch of his body. “Take as much as you want. You can do as you please. I’m yours.”
His hands moved to her breasts, cupping, molding, and then pinching her nipples with just the right pressure to send a bolt of desire to the place where they were joined. A gasp tore from her throat, and her hips jerked in response.
