Page 13 of My Older Biker

"Can I?"

"Yes."

He pulls my shorts and underwear down in one motion. I lift my hips and then I'm naked under him. Thighs falling open.

He sits back and looks at me. Really looks. His gaze travels from my face down my neck, over my breasts, across my soft stomach, down to where I'm spread for him.

"Perfect." His hands slide up my inner thighs. Thick thighs that he grips hard. "Do you know how many times I've thought about this?"

"Show me."

He stands long enough to strip. Shirt gone. Jeans shoved down. Then he's back on the bed and I see all of him.

He's thick. Long. Hard and heavy between his legs.

My stomach flips with want.

He settles between my thighs. The head of him brushes against me and we both make sounds.

His hand slides between my legs. Fingers moving through wetness. Then he pushes two fingers inside me.

The stretch makes my back arch. He works me slow at first, then adds a third finger and the burn is intense.

"You're tight." His voice is strained. "I need you ready."

"I can take it."

"I know you can." His thumb finds my clit while his fingers keep moving. "But I'm bigger than this."

The idea sends heat through me. I'm already so wet I can hear it when he moves his hand.

He works me until my hips are rolling to meet his fingers. Until I'm making sounds I've never made before. Then he pulls his hand away.

He positions himself between my legs. The head of him pushes against my entrance. Warm and blunt and thick.

"Look at me."

I do. His eyes are dark and hungry.

Then he pushes forward.

The stretch is immediate. Overwhelming. He's so much thicker than his fingers. The width of him spreads me open inch by inch.

"Jesus." I can barely breathe. "You're so big."

"I know." He stops. Pulls back slightly. "Breathe."

I try. He pushes in again. Gains another inch. The fullness is intense. He's only halfway in and I already feel impossibly stretched.

"Relax." His hand grips my hip hard. "Let me in."

I breathe and try to relax. He pushes deeper and I feel every inch. The drag of him against my inner walls. The way my body has to stretch to take him.

"That's it." His voice is rough. "You're taking me so well."

He keeps going. Slow and steady until he's finally all the way in. Fully seated. His hips pressed flush against mine.

We both freeze.