He pushed his finger right up inside. I could feel his knuckles pressing into me on the surface. A few thrusts like that and I could feel my need bubbling up. He pulled his finger back until only the tip was inside me. Then I felt added pressure. When he pushed in, two fingers were inside me. I had never felt anything like it.
He pushed in again, this time scissoring his fingers wide and together again. He thrust and moved, touched me in places I didn’t even know I had, then he found the spot. I whimpered with desire. His fingertips started to gently circle and bliss oozed through my body. My own erotic electricity zinged up my spine.
I hadn’t thought this could possibly feel so good.
“Ang!” I was close, my back curved in readiness, but he pulled back.
“Soon,” he whispered. “Soon.”
More oil was dribbled over me, into me. A few more thrusts, then he pulled back. I felt stretched by the press of three fingers. I breathed through the pain, it was slight in comparison to the joy he was drilling into me.
I heard him move the oil bottle again, but felt no drizzle, he pulled out and his breathing stuttered as he oiled himself up. This was going to be it, I was about to give myself to this man completely. My stomach clenched. This was so new, I was nervous. I didn’t know what would happen, but I knew I wanted to give him everything possible. Glass scraped against stone as the bottle was put down.
I felt the pressure of his thumb over me again. It slipped inside much easier this time.
“More,” I begged.
A second thumb was pressed inside. I felt the pressure building as he stretched me with his thumbs, preparing me for his rod. I knew I had to relax to make this easier for us both,but it was difficult to do with the unfamiliarity and excitement building inside me.
Then I felt it. The hot tip of his rod pressing up beneath his thumbs. I leaned into him, pressing my back down to give him better access, loving the groan that escaped him. One thumb pulled back, the heat and boneless pressure of his rod just tipping inside. The other thumb pulled back and the blunt end of him was pressed against me, but not into me.
“Ang. More. Please.”
“Try to push me out,” his words were gasped. The pressure behind me not abating.
“But I want you in.”
“Trust me.”
His hands held me close. I pushed down. I could feel him pressing up, pressing in.
“Relax.”
I did and we both cried out as my retreating muscles helped ease him inside. The stretch was burning bliss. I had the tip of his rod inside me. My first time. He must have lubricated himself well as I felt the presence of his flesh prod into me. The movement was easier after the first inch. Then he stopped.
“That feels so good,” I told him.
“Oh, Sully.” There was a new note to his voice. The man who did not emote was breathless and raw with lust. “I have imagined this a million times. Yet watching my flesh disappearing into yours surpasses every fantasy. You are so beautiful. So tight.”
His hands caressed my buttocks, curling around my hips. “More?”
“Please.” I groaned eagerly.
He started slow and easy, pressing in a little way, allowing me to adjust, then pulling out, to press in a little further. Isobbed when at last I felt his balls touch mine. His whole length inside me.
“Sully,” he panted. “I have to…”
Then he started to move in earnest, pulling out and pushing in again. Hard, high, and heavy. Every nerve caught fire, the burn incinerated all doubts. The slurp and slap of our flesh, his heaving breathing, every grunt and groan that we both expelled, was music to my ears. His fingers dug into my hips, guiding me and pulling me onto his hardness. I felt him so far inside I could almost taste him.
My balls twitched tight to the repeated patting of his.
Then he cried out my name, thrust hard and deep. I screamed my own pleasure and his lightning arced over my head as he lost control and his hot stream filled me, and mine cast white rivulets over the floor.
His hand returned to my hip, keeping me pressed deep on his cock. I felt his tremors in the afterglow.
Then slowly, carefully, he lay his torso down over mine, kissing the back of my sweat slicked neck.
“You are mine now,” he whispered gently.
