The hair on his chest tickled my nipples, and it took everything I had not to rub them back and forth for the friction.
His hand slid down from the crown of my head to my collarbone, then slid back up until his hand rested comfortably against my throat.
He pushed up farther, using his thumb along my jaw to guide my head back.
“Hush.”
Then he kissed me.
I moaned into his open mouth, my tongue darting out to run against his.
His hands moved, leaving my neck and circling my waist.
I hadn’t realized that I was unintentionally putting space between us—a lot of space because his cock was large and in charge and I didn’t want to accidentally touch it—until he forced me closer.
His hard, hot, massive cock pressed against my belly and my breath hitched.
“It’ll be okay, Herb,” he teased as he started walking backward, his hands still on my hips.
He went back to his earlier position, pulling me back into his lap.
The only difference from earlier was now we were both nude and his cock was right there.
I broke the kiss, breathless, and looked down.
His cock looked obscene from where it was pressed between our two bodies.
The large shaft was splitting the seam of my sex, already coated in my juices as well as leaking precum.
A large, milky dot of it was leaking out of the tip, coating the barbell with it.
I bit my lip and gave my hips a slight buck, pushing the tip of my clit against his hardness.
He hummed, dipping his head and catching the tip of my nipple in his mouth.
“Oh, sweet Jesus,” I breathed as my hands went to either side of his head. “What are you…”
“Sensitive,” he mused as he switched to the other nipple. “Noted.”
I closed my eyes and let him do with me what he would.
I was his willing participant.
“There,” he teased a long time later.
I opened my eyes to find him looking at me with kiss-swollen lips, a look of satisfaction on his face.
“What?”
He pulled me down in answer, filling me in one swift thrust.
My mouth fell open as I stared at him in shock.
“Condom,” I breathed through breathless pants.
His eyes gleamed. “Wearing one.”
I twisted my hips, trying to adjust to his size.
