Yes. God, yes.
"I need you too," I whisper against his mouth.
He pulls away and kicks off his jeans and briefs completely, then he's back, pressing me down into the mattress. His body covers mine and I can feel his cock, hot and hard, pressed against my stomach.
"You sure about this?" he asks. "We can stop right now if—"
"I don't want to stop. I want you inside me. Please."
He positions himself between my thighs, the head of his cock pressing against my entrance. He pushes in slowly, so slowly, giving me time to adjust to his size. I'm wet enough that he slides in easily despite how thick he is, but there's still a stretch.
"Breathe," he reminds me. "Just breathe."
I do. And he keeps pushing, inch by inch, until he's fully seated inside me. We both groan at the sensation.
"Fuck, you're tight," he breathes. "So fucking tight and perfect. And I can feel everything."
He stays still for a moment, letting me adjust. I can feel every inch of him, stretching me, filling me in a way I've never been filled before. I can feel the slight throb of his cock, every ridge and vein.
"Move," I finally say. "Please move."
He pulls back and thrusts in again, setting a slow, steady rhythm. Each thrust is measured like he's paying attention to every reaction I have.
"Good?" he asks.
"So good. Harder. Please, I need more."
He grips my hips and increases the pace, fucking me harder now. The bed creaks under us and I don't care. Don't care about anything except the way he feels inside me, the way his body moves against mine, the way he's looking at me like I'm the most beautiful thing he's ever seen.
Then his hands move up, finding my breasts. He grips them, squeezing and kneading, his thumbs brushing over my nipples.
"These tits," he groans. "Fuck, I could spend hours just playing with these perfect fucking tits."
His grip is firm, possessive, and it sends sparks of pleasure straight to my core. He pinches my nipples and I cry out, arching into his touch.
"You like that?" he asks. "Like having your tits played with while I fuck you?"
"Yes," I gasp. "God, yes."
He leans down and takes one nipple in his mouth while still thrusting, still gripping my other breast. The dual sensation is overwhelming. His cock stretching me, his mouth on my breast, his hand squeezing and kneading.
"Ryan," I moan. "I'm close. I'm so close."
"Yeah? You gonna come all over my cock?" He bites down gently on my nipple and I nearly scream. "Come for me, baby. I want to feel it."
My pussy clamps down around him, my whole body shaking with the force of it. I can feel myself gushing around his cock, making everything wetter, slicker.
"Fuck," he groans. "That's it. That's my good girl. You feel so fucking good when you come."
Before I can recover, he pulls out and flips me over onto my stomach.
"On your knees," he orders.
I get up on my hands and knees, my body still trembling from the orgasm. He positions himself behind me, running his hands over my ass, squeezing and kneading.
"You have no idea how long I've been thinking about fucking you like this," he says. "Bent over. I want your perfect ass in the air."
He lines himself up and thrusts in hard. The angle is different like this. It’s deeper and more intense. I can feel him hitting spots that have never been touched before.
