She nodded. “I’m sure.”
Fuck. I wasn’t. Even without my nearly year-long abstinence I would be lasting less than a minute.
“I promise I’m clean, and I’ve never been bare before, with anyone.” My voice was low and quivering, and I didn’t recognize it.
“I trust you.” She brushed her lips to mine. “Please, just fuck me.”
She didn’t need to ask twice.
I hovered over her, pushing her thighs apart until my dick nudged between her dripping wet folds. She was leaning againstthe back of the lounger, her body slightly lifted so she could watch me.
“Is this okay here? Are you comfortable?”
She nodded, frantic for another release, her chest heaving as she waited for me, her nipples so hard they could cut glass.
“Wrap your legs around me.”
Even from just wetting the tip of my dick in her, I knew without doubt I’d never experienced a feeling like this, of being skin to skin; every sensation magnified to nearly overwhelming proportions. The year of not having her in my arms was almost worth it for how incredible this moment was.
This was where I was supposed to be.
I inched forward slowly, trying to hold my composure with every move I made, which was hard with the amount she was clenching around me, each flutter sending a jolt down my spine and hitting me like a red hot poker straight in the balls. I closed my eyes, my jaw clenching, breathing through the adrenaline which was surging through my body until I fit snug against her, right up to the hilt.
Then she started pushing herself onto me.
My vision became blurry with need as I tried to control the pressure building inside me, using every weapon in my arsenal to stop myself from coming within seconds.
Who first signed the Declaration of Independence? Hancock.
Who was our first President? Washington.
What was the score of the Yankees game last night? Who fucking cares.
I gripped onto her hips, stilling them. “Fuck, sweetheart, hang on. Please. I’m not going to last. I can feel every single muscle of yours clench against me.”
Her eyes were almost rolling back in her head. “No, Drew, I can’t, I need more. You feel too good. I need it.”
Fuck. I had to change this up.
She cried out as I scooped her up and spun around, pushing to the hilt in one long thrust, pulling her up so she balanced on my legs. “You control it, baby.”
She looked down at me, her eyes so full with lust and desire that I nearly lost it. I lifted my chin up and she dropped her lips to mine, brushing against them softly, tasting like summer.
Wrapping her arms around my shoulders, she arched her back and slowly began rocking gently against me. I gripped onto her hips, burying my face in her bouncing tits before looking down to watch as she rode me, watch the impeccable sight of her sliding onto my thick cock while she whimpered softly into the air around us, each excruciating movement making him swell to explosive proportions.
Stroking her clit, I was rewarded with a spasm of walls clamping down like a velvety vice, sending another spiral of pressure straight to the balls. My groan was deep and dripping in desperation.
“Fucking hell, you are amazing.”
Everything was pooling at the base of my spine.
Wrapping a fistful of hair in my hand, I pulled her back so her tits arched into my mouth. I sucked in a nipple and bit down, my ears filling with her loud, ecstatic cries.
“Drew, holy shit, this is too good. You feel so good. I can’t get enough.”
“I know, Luck. Christ, I’m not going to last much longer.”
Her legs started shaking and she increased her pace, building up to punishing levels, the strength of her orgasm about to crash through her like a seismic wave. I gripped her hips harder, forcing her down onto me, her luscious breasts bouncing firm in my face. Her walls clenched around me, squeezing the life from my dick, and I finally lost control, my orgasm shooting throughme like an eighteen-wheeler powering down the interstate, the air around us sucked into the vortex of our creation.
