My fingers go into his hair and scrape against his scalp. His two fingers delve into me and I tense, I'm tighter than I thought I was because two of his fingers feel massive right now, and his cock has to be wider than that, so I'm in trouble.
His mouth comes off me. "Relax, love, I promise I won't hurt you. This is going to feel good. You're already so wet, but I'm doing this so I don't hurt you once I get to be inside you."
My passage spasms around his fingers at the thought. I want that. I've dreamed about that after that morning when he held me after a nightmare. I've wanted him since. I let out a breath and relax. His mouth returns to my folds, sucking on them as his fingers move deeper inside me and curl.
I rock my hips against them, they feel so good now that I've gotten past my body's initial reaction to them.
"That's it, love. Squeeze them with this pretty pussy of yours."
A groan leaves me, and my other hand comes up to cover my mouth out of habit.
He pulls his mouth off me and shakes his head as his fingers still. "None of that. Lower your hand. If it feels good, I want to hear you."
It's so hard. For so long I was told to be quiet by men. Most of them just wanted to fuck me, they didn't want to hear me. For him to want all of me like this, I don't know what to do. I lower my hand and use it to fist the sheet so I won't cover my mouth again.
His mouth returns to my folds, this time encompassing my clit as his fingers pump faster, stroking my gspot over and over again until I can't stand it anymore. More moans leave me, filling the room as he sucks and flicks at my clit.
Pleasure crashes through me as my back arches off the bed. I'm screaming as he moans against my folds. More warmth fills my veins. I can't tell if it's one long orgasm or if he's making more follow the first one. My thighs quake under the force of them. My hips buck. His tongue laps at my entrance as both his arms curl around my thighs to keep me against his face,
His lips return to my clit and he sucks hard. Fucking hell, is he trying to pull my soul out through my clit? My eyes roll to the back of my head and another deep groan leaves me. Normally I would be mortified but I can't think straight. All my muscles shake with the force of this last orgasm. My passage convulses as he presses his tongue into me.
I don't know if I can take it anymore. Tears roll down my cheeks at how good it feels. I've never had someone eating me out feel so good, it's like he's had years to learn my core and what I like. I don't want to push him off me, but I need a second or I might blackout from another orgasm. My body isn't used to this. I normally give myself two before I'm good. I'm not even sure how many he gave me, they all kept rolling into each other.
I pat him on his head three times.
He looks at me and I sign, "Time out. You'll be fucking a limp noodle if I have another orgasm now. Your turn."
With a chuckle, he runs a hand over his face and his wet beard. "Sorry, love. I normally pause, but you tasted so good I couldn't get enough."
He crawls up my body, holding his muscular form over me. Leaning down he kisses me, and I can't help but bring a leg up to curl around his waist, pressing him closer to me. The head of his cock brushes against my core. Kissing him feels so good, everything about him does. It's as if I found the missing piece. How can a man who was a stranger to me three weeks ago, feel like something I don't want to live without now? Is this love I'm feeling? I don't know if I've ever felt it for someone who wasn't family. I've never been in love, and I don't know if this is love or lust.
His tongue swirls with mine and I get hints of myself from him. Porter thrusts his hips, making the head of his cock run along my slick slit. I arch my back more into him, so his movements will hit my clit. I'm like the damn energizer bunny. It's like one orgasm started a snowball effect and now I won't get my fill until he's buried inside me and coming as well.
My hands travel over his body. Feeling every dip of muscle. This man is a machine. I want to study every inch of his form with my fingertips. I want to learn his secret spots that will make him puddy in my hands and have him moaning my name, my real name. I'm glad I told it to him because I wouldn't want him saying any other name right now.
He kisses the other side of my neck, I moan as he leaves more love bites. Normally I don't like them, but when he does it, it feels good, and part of me is excited I'll see the marks later on when I look in the mirror. My hands travel down his body to his cock. I pump the shaft a few times before bringing my hips up and placing the head of his cock at my entrance. If that's not telling him I want him inside me, I don't know how else to do it.
Groaning, Porter pulls back from my neck and looks down at me. "Are you sure, Gwen? Once we go through with this last step there's no going back. I'll want you to be mine. I don't like to share, and I won't be able to stand seeing you with other guys if you don't want me after this. We'll have to part ways entirely. There will be no being friends with benefits or anything like that after."
I can see it in his eyes. He's being honest with me. He's telling me that he's the jealous type and won't put up with me hopping from guy to guy after I can live my life. If I want to train under him and be with him, then I'm in it with him for the long haul. It might seem like too soon to agree to that kind of thing, but I'm serious when I say that I've never met anyone like him and it's like he's the missing thing in my life. I don't even think having my parents back in my life would make me feel as whole as he does. He's gotten me so quickly. From the movies I like, to my favorite flavor of candy. He just ate me out like a lover who has had a decade or longer to learn my body and what I like.
I nod and sign, "You have all of me."
His blue-eyed gaze never leaves mine as he thrusts into me. I gasp and move my other leg to wrap around his waist as well. It's been over a year since I've had sex, and I can feel it. He's large to begin with, but it still takes a moment for my passage to stretch to accommodate him. Even with me as wet as I've ever been, he slides in slow.
He presses his forehead to mine. "Are you okay?"
I nod and pull him into another kiss as he sinks deeper into me, the head of his cock brushes against the side of my cervix, right at a spot that not a lot of men are big enough to reach. It sends a jolt of pleasure through me and I groan as I raise my hips to meet his wanting him to move.
He does so, his hips pull out before he thrusts back in, harder than last time and I grip at his back, holding onto him as he picks up his pace. My nails grip at his ass urging him to go harder, faster. I want him to plow me into the bed and make it so that I won't be able to walk straight after.
I moan more into his chest, his magnificent cock continues to hit that spot inside me while making me feel like I'm being stretched past my limit. I can't help myself. I kiss and nip giving him a mark every time he gets me closer to another orgasm.
He grunts above me. "Fuck, you're so tight. So good, Gwen!"
My passage quivers around him at the sound of my name. I want to hear him say it over and over again. I'll never get tired of hearing my name fall from his lips.
I groan and rack my nails up his back, gripping onto his shoulders as we bounce with his thrusts. The bed squeaks under us. I'm so close to coming. I want him to say my name again.
