Such a contradiction. My thumb brushes her cheek. “Then why do you sound scared?” Oh no. She can’t be. “This isn’t your first time, right?”
She shakes her head. “No. Not at all. But you, um, at the risk of stroking your ego more, you’re really big, and so stupidly hot, it’s not even fair.”
I brush a strand of her damp blonde hair away from her face. “Trust me?” I don’t know why she should; it’s not like we’ve known each other for a long time or anything like that. But she nods before pulling me down to her and wrapping her ankles around my ass. She presses her heels in, driving me to her entrance, and lets one of her hands roam my arm until she reaches my hand. She holds tight to it, letting out a breath and digging her heels in again.
I let her take control of how much she wants and how she wants it. I start driving in, inch by inch, until I’m buried deepinside her, and she lets go of my lips, breathing out again. I wait, unmoving, breathing her in, allowing her the time she needs.
She starts moving her hips in circles. One, two, three, and a moan. I groan.
“Take what you need.” Her eyes find mine with irrefutable proof of her want.
She digs deeper with her heels so I drive in and out of her, picking up the pace. She taps my hand, so I lift it, and she guides it to her neck, smiling as my fingers wrap perfectly around it.
I stop for a second, the only sounds in the room our spent breathing. Her pink, swollen lips from our kisses form an ‘O’ when I squeeze, her lustful blue eyes glazed with want.
“This what does it for you, Firefly?”
Her body answers before she does, vibrating in anticipation. I push in a bit further. Her eyes close this time, fingers clutching my wrist, holding on for dear life.
I’m seated fully inside her tight body, driving in and out, hard.
“Fuck, yes,” she hisses, opening her eyes again. “Like that."
I growl as I pull out and slam myself back in. She’s perfect.
Her moans turn to screams as my groans mix with them and the wet sounds of our bodies coming together. She’s close, I can sense it. I can feel it in the way her pussy is tightening around my dick.
“Let go,” I command, and she shakes her head.
“Make me,” she spits.
I chuckle. “Gladly.” I let go of her neck for one second so I can take her leg and bend it at the knee, allowing me to get deeper.
“Fuck,” she moans between her teeth.
“Don’t move it.” I tap her thigh before bringing my hand back to her neck. “And tap my hand twice if it gets too much.”
She nods.
“I need to hear you say it.”
She nods again. “Yes, yes.” I narrow my eyes at her. This is not up for discussion; I want clear consent. “I get it. Now fuck me please.”
She takes it all as she unravels before my eyes and whispers my name.
“There it is. I’ve been waiting for you to say exactly who’s about to make you come. No Gods, no fucks, no Jesuses. Me, Dom.”
“Yes.”
I tighten my hand around her neck just a little more, and her eyes roll back before she closes them. Her pussy clenches around my dick. Hard. I don’t let up, I keep going until she relaxes against me and her orgasm is spilling between us. I pull out, getting on my knees as she gasps in protest.
“Patience.”
I slide a finger in, and she rolls her back off the bed.
“More,” she begs, so I give it to her. Two fingers, curving in, pumping in and out, swirling her cum all around. She’s soaked. “More,” she asks again.
“You greedy little thing.” I don’t mind one bit. I’ll give her the moon if she wanted.
