And then—
He was on top of me.
And then—
He was in me.
“Stefan,” I whimpered at the feel of him.He didn't go slow.Or carefully.
No.
He began fucking me.
Hard.
Oh.
My.
Gosh.
He'd never done this to me before.This was different.
Way, way, way different.
Stefan pushed up and grabbed my hands with his.Then he held them above my head on the bed.
And kept fucking me.
Hard.
It shocked me—how quickly my orgasm came upon me.I did the only thing I could—and told him.“I'm going to come,” I whispered, wondering if he'd even hear me through his frenzied pace.
“Fuck,” he said, and seemed to slowly come out of wherever he'd been in his head.He gazed down at me and took my mouth with his.“I love you so fucking much.”
And that was it.
My back arched all on its own.I had no control over what my body did next.
I screamed—literally screamed out my orgasm—while Stefan continued thrusting inside me.
I came so hard I swear I saw stars behind my closed eyelids.
Stefan let go of my hands, and I wrapped them around his torso.And then, just when I thought my spasms were waning—
“Oh, my gosh.Stefan, oh,” I whimpered, digging my fingernails into his back.Because I wasn't sure I was going to be able to handle this.
“Fuck, yeah.Come again for me.Fuck,” Stefan muttered, still pounding into me relentlessly.
And I came.
Again.
So, so, so much harder than the last time.My legs clamped tight around his hips as he finally stilled.And came.
“Holy fuck,” he said, slamming his lips down on mine and kissing me deeply while he emptied himself inside of me.I squeezed him—hard—
Everywhere.
