I take two big steps but freeze a foot from the bed when her legs loosen and she lets herself slide down my cock. We both moan at the feeling. “Jesus fuck, Evie.” I don’t want to move, because she feels so fucking good and I’m hoping she’ll slide down more.
The woman is a mind reader, squeezing her legs and lifting, then sliding down again. She takes more of me.
“I’m not fucking doing this standing up.” I drop her ass onto the edge of my raised bed, mentally patting myself on the back for buying a tall one. It puts her at the perfect height. Leaning over her, I peel her legs from around me, planting her heels on the mattress. “Stay open for me.” She laughs, her eyes gleaming as she spreads wider, giving me room to move. Her arms keep me wrapped up close, but she doesn’t have to worry. I want to feel all of her against me.
Everywhere our sweaty skin touches, little electric shocks run between us. Pulling back, I draw her nipple into my mouth, groaning at the taste of her. I swear she tastes like all my favorite desserts mixed into one maddening, mouthwatering blend. Her hands come up to grip my head. Maybe I should grow my hair out, so she has something to grab onto. I know I’d fucking love the bite of pain when she pulls on it.
“Please,” she pants, pulling me tighter to her. “Please, I need more.” Her knees are clinging to my hips, tightening.
I need more, too. Yanking my head away, I grab onto her hips, using my elbows to push her legs apart. I take a second to admire the way we look together, the way her lips look wrapped around me, how wet she is, her dark hair soaked with her juices. I pull out, ignoring her protests, then inch my way back in, not stopping until she’s taken all of me.
Her pussy contracts around me and it’s clear by our moans that we’re done playing around. Her hands fly up, gripping the blankets as I start a slow, steady thrusting.Don’t come, don’t comeis a constant chant in my head. I want to send her over the edge first. I want her so fucking hooked on me she’ll spread these gorgeous legs for me over and over, for the rest of our fucking lives.
When she tightens up, when her moaning doesn’t stop, I slide my hand down and rub that pretty little pearl peeking out, and she detonates.Don’t come, don’t come.I freeze, letting her ride the waves. When she relaxes, I start up my steady push and pull again.
“Oh my god, again?” She asks, gasping. I can’t speak, hoping she understands my grunt to mean,‘oh baby, I’m going to rock your world until you pass out. Forever more you will beg for my cock and worship at the altar that is Colton.’
I don’t manage to make her pass out, but when she tightens on me again, I lose the slow steady rhythm I’d built up. Any plans to make her come again are gone, as I drive into her, yanking her down to meet my hips over and over. It’s too fucking much. She’s too fucking sexy. And it’s been too fucking long.
Wrapping my arms around her, I scoop her up against my chest so I can feel her against me. I want to feel her shudders running through me. We hold each other through my last thrusts as I spurt jet after jet of cum into her. I’ve never felt anything like it. The way it makes things even more slippery as I glide in and out, unable to stop moving.
I never want to leave her. The feel of her wrapped around my bare cock is fucking incredible. I rub my hands up and down her back as we come down, and our shudders subside. As our sweat dries, her skin cools and she shivers. Still inside her, I rise, carrying her to the huge ensuite. Turning on the steam, I place her on the edge of vanity and stroke her hair back from her face. She smiles at me, drowsy and satisfied, and tightens her legs around me.
“I’ve never done this,” she murmurs. “Had sex without a condom.”
I hum, loving the feel of her hair through my fingers. “Neither have I. Only you. I was not prepared for how amazing it would feel. I thought I knew, but nah, my imagination didn’t come close.”
Her nose scrunches up. “You seemed pretty prepared to me. Three times Colt.”
“Three? I only counted two.”
She giggles, pulling me down for another kiss. “You were a little distracted for the third. Trust me, it was epic, though.”
“Iama sex god,” I whisper, awed all over again at how awesome I am. Laughing, I let her in on my dirty little secret. “I made myself come twice before our date.” Her eyes widen. “I had to do something, or I’d come in my fucking pants when you touched my hand.”
Sometime later, after she teased me into letting her ride me on the shower bench, I’ve got her wrapped up in my arms in my bed, skin to skin, big spooning her little spoon. I don’t want to break the peaceful bubble we have going here, but I have to confess. “I didn’t really believe you.”
She’s holding my arm to her chest, playing with my fingers. “Believe me about what?”
“That people would look at the two of us and judge you,” I whisper into her damp hair. “I believed you thought it, but I didn’t buy it.”
“Why?”
“I don’t know. Maybe because I think you’re so fucking sexy, it didn’t compute that anyone else would think differently.”
She pulls my hand up, kissing my palm. “I wish it wasn’t true Colt, I really do. I wish everyone could be free to be whatever size they want to be, whatever size they are, without judgment. But we’re a long way from a world like that….can I ask you something?”
“Always.”
“Did you date bigger women in the past?”
I can’t tell if we’re about to be in the weeds here, or if she’s totally cool with talking about the past. “Some. I’ve always been a big guy, but since I started lifting, I got a little freaked out at the size difference between me and most women. I couldn’t stomach the idea of hurting someone accidentally, so I kinda gravitated to thicker women.”
“Makes sense,” she says, still relaxed. “Is your brother big, too?”
I stiffen, but force myself to unlock my muscles. She has every right to ask questions about my family. “Yeah, he was always big.” I remember when his size felt like my shield against the world. I also remember the day he turned on me, when his size became a threat.
“I wanted to be just like him. And then, when things went bad, I wanted to be bigger, stronger so I could defend myself.” Frowning into the darkness of the room, I admit, “I don’t actually know how big he is anymore. I haven’t stood next to him in years.”
