A part of me expects him to just thrust into me.
But he doesn’t.
He lays his cock on my slit, then pushes down on the head as he thrusts his hips, rocking over my clit like we have all the time in the world.
My eyes flare wide in immediate response.
“Oh!” I whimper.
That’sgoood.
So different than his fingers or mine. Blunter and softer, yet harder too. A strange pressure that has me writhing against the bed.
“You like that,pchelka?”
“God, it feels so good, Maxim.”
Maybe I’m playing with fire, but my fingers toy with my nipples, pinching them lightly.I yelp when he bats them away then groan deeper as he bends over to lick and suck on one. The pressure shifts again. The thrusts become more localized. Harder and faster. His hips pump until my vision turns hazy as my orgasm threatens to pull me under.
“So close,” I keen, my free hand now stroking through his hair, adoring the silk against my skin, the crispness a sensory delight that makes me shiver.
His shirt against my torso.
The blend of different fabrics rubbing my inner thighs.
I can even feel the sharp, biting cold of his zipper when he pushes down harder and?—
I’m done.
Gone.
Drifting away on a sweet and shimmery cloudburst of light summer rain.
My eyes flutter to a close as I savor the delicate pleasure, one that makes my fingertips tingle, and then they open—immediately—when the tip of his dick pops into me.
Just the head. Just enough for me to be reminded of how thick he is. How it feels to take him. How warm he is and how tight I am.
I hated our discord, but there’s no denying it feels good to have him inside me.
Those days apart let me heal up, something I needed more than I thought.
There’s no rawness, just that pervading pinch of tightness as he forges a path inside me.
“You’re so thick,” I mumble, as, fully healed or not, my pussy struggles to accept him.
Maybe it’s this position?
I don’t know, but it makes my skin feel stretched, as if I’m too big for my body.
My nails drag over his scalp as he switches breasts and teases the other one instead.
“Maxim,” I moan.
But he’s quiet. In fact, not just quiet. Silent.
The whole thing comes as a bitter shock.
“Maxim,” I whine as his cock just keeps on coming. “Talk to me. Please.”
