They were both frozen, Sam embedded in her while she struggled to accommodate him. She wriggled a little and he surged inside her, so deep the sensitive tissues of her flesh could feel his wiry pubic hairs.
She was filled with sensory input. His penis, buried inside her, his two hard hands holding her bottom, skirt now up to her waist, ruched over his arms, his hard broad chest pinning her against the wall…
Thunk!Sam’s forehead hit the wall beside her.
“Condom,” he groaned, panting like a maddened bull. A muscle twitched in his cheek. He groaned again and she felt his body stiffen, start to pull out.
No!
“Pill,” she gasped and his entire body jerked.
“Oh man,” he breathed. “Bareback.” He pulled out slowly, went back in, an exploratory stroke and groaned. “You feel like a glove.”
“Mm.” Nicole hardly had the breath to respond. He was hot inside her, her entire lower body glowed with heat, but he wasn’t moving. She understood quite well what he was doing—giving her time to adjust to his size. No question, he had a champ of a member there, certainly the biggest she’d ever come across. But he needed to use it, the dummy, instead of simply waiting for her. What did he want? A sign? She’d give him a sign.
Nicole turned her head slightly, nose against his cheek. He smelled so delicious. He’d clearly shaved but there was a slight bite of growing beard against her face as she rubbed her cheek against his. Tentatively, she licked him. She’d been wanting to do that all evening, just to see what he tasted like.
Delicious.
At the touch of her tongue, Sam jerked, but he still held himself quietly inside her, breathing heavily. She wriggled a little and he jumped inside her, there was no other word for it.
She’d started taking the pill several months ago upon doctor’s orders, when stress had caused her to miss several periods. She’d never taken it while sexually active. This was the first time she felt a man’s penis inside her without a latex barrier and it was…wonderful. Intense, almost unbearably intimate.
She opened her mouth and bit him, a sharp nip along his jaw, and it galvanized him.
His big body jerked and he started pounding in her, hard deep strokes which were possible only because she was wet with excitement. The whole evening had been foreplay.
His entire heavy weight was pressed against her, mouth on hers, hips jackhammering. Not the polite, regular strokes of a first-time lover, sounding out what the woman liked. No, these were out of control movements of a man using his entire strength and…she loved it. He must have felt that because, impossibly, he picked up the tempo, moving in and out of her so fast it was a miracle she didn’t go up in smoke from the friction.
It was amazing, and a degree of excitement impossible to sustain. Inside a few minutes, Nicole froze, every muscle in lock-down, as she felt her orgasm approaching, like a thunderstorm on the horizon. She stopped breathing, eyes closed, totally concentrated on where he was pounding into her with hard, heavy strokes. One particularly deep thrust and…oh! Her entire body convulsed, sex tightening around him, arms and legs clinging tightly, wanting to feel him as close as possible.
Her breath came out in a low, ragged moan, stuttering in time to his sharp thrusts, faster now and harder, until he swelled inside her and exploded.
Oh my God! She could feel the jets of semen splashing against her supersensitive walls, a hot, rhythmic wash inside her, unlike anything she’d ever felt before, so exciting it prolonged her orgasm. She tightened around him in an erotic rhythm that matched the pulses of his own orgasm, the feeling so intense she nearly blacked out.
It had been like running a marathon. Nicole’s head batted back against the wall because she didn’t have the strength to keep it upright. Her arms dropped, unable to cling to those broad shoulders anymore. Her legs were still around his hips, but they were trembling.
Her entire groin area was wet and the smell of sex rose, sharp and earthy, from where they were joined.
“Oh,” she breathed, unable to form anything more coherent.
“Yeah,” Sam grunted. “I know. Hold on tight, honey.”
What…? Oh. Sam tightened his grip on her bottom, pulled them away from the wall and walked them through the house, still joined. He was still rock hard inside her, as if he hadn’t climaxed at all, rubbing against her incredibly sensitive tissues as he carried her.
He was kissing her, carrying her as if she were weightless, straight into the bedroom. There was still a little light outside and she opened her eyes enough to get an impression of space and spartan order, then he kissed her harder and the outside world was gone.
She had no idea how he did it, but when he eased her down on the bed, they were both naked. He was still inside her, and now he was on top with his full weight bearing down on her. It was so delicious, feeling his hard muscles against hers, chest hairs rubbing against her breasts. He opened strong, hairy thighs, opening her own legs much wider, and slid even more deeply inside her.
He nuzzled her ear with his nose, dropped light kisses all over her face and neck. In between kisses he whispered to her.
“That was too fast, I’m really sorry. I want you to know that I do have some moves in me, just not right now.”
She barely heard him, concentrated on where they were touching, on where he filled her. But at the wordmoves, her sex contracted around him. His penis lengthened inside her.
“That’s one of them, right there,” she sighed.
He laughed, a charming low male rumble. “Oh yeah.”
