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“You won’t.” I lick his bottom lip.
He groans, the hard length of his cock pressing a little harder into my belly. He shifts, moving away before coming back and bringing his rigid length where I want him most. I arch into him, and then he’s really back, crushing his lips to mine. I kiss him back while I try and spread my legs a little bit more. Adam’s huge, and I know it’s probably going to hurt, at least at first,
until I get used to him, but that thought only makes me kiss him harder and wriggle just a little more. I raise and tilt my hips up just a little higher and rock ever so slightly against him in silent supplication.
I can feel him tremble above me, but I think it’s more of a vibration that comes with trying to keep self-control from slipping away.
I finally gather enough courage to grip Adam’s bottom, the bottom I’ve been admiring since we arrived on this trip. His hips clench, and I ache. The throbbing is turning into something worse, something indescribable. I need him. I’m empty, empty in so many ways. And he fits. I know he’ll fit. I know we’ll fit. Perfectly.
I can feel the head of his cock now, nudging me open, so I tilt my hips up, moving with him, letting him know I’m okay. That I want this, I want this badly, I’m going to be okay through all of it, and I’m going to be so much more than that. I let him feel how badly I need him. How wet and slick I am, how ready.
He groans, and his head dips down near my jawline. I thread one hand through his hair, holding him there while I place the other on his shoulders.
He’s pretty careful and slow. But the result is that the fire he creates by sliding into me, spreading me wide, so wide that it hurts, torturing me, makes me nearly delirious.
I gasp and writhe against him. He pushes in slowly, so slowly. He vibrates above me again, and I know how hard it must be for him to stay in control of himself, to go slow. I don’t exactly want slow either, but it’s necessary for the moment. And it’s no less devastating. I’m already shaking too, spiraling out of control. I can feel all the heat building just from having him inside me a little bit.
“Adam,” I groan.
“Are you okay?” He freezes.
I wriggle some more, opening up to him. He’s not moving, but I can feel him throbbing inside me now. It’s incredible, mind-blowing, and clit-blowing. I think he could destroy me with a single stroke.
“Yes,” I whisper next to his ear. “Yes. So much yes.”
I arch up against him and lick his earlobe. He shivers and pushes inside me just a little bit more, stretching me wider than I thought was possible. The pain sends some more of that white-hot heat through my veins, and all I can do is make small sounds at the back of my throat and let him take the lead.
He goes impossibly slow until he’s finally fully seated inside me. I can feel all those shivers in my toes again, and I know it’s only a matter of seconds before they creep up my legs, and the world splinters and bursts again. I want to hold on. I want to enjoy this. Part of me can’t believe all it took was a single thrust—just one. Multiple orgasms are a thing I’m unfamiliar with. To me, they were a bit of a unicorn. Like they’re not real and don’t exist.
Adam moves. He shifts his hips, more of a flex than anything. He just moves a little, but it feels like the entire world tilts sideways. I pant. I actually pant because breathing in this situation isn’t possible, and I need oxygen. He flexes again, pushing forward just a little, his massive cock so big that he hits all the spots, because how can he not?
I slowly move, testing my own endurance, testing my limits. I move with him, arching up and rocking with him as he pulls out a little further and fills me again. The tingling now moves up from my toes to my knees. It keeps getting stronger with every movement and every thrust. Some novels mention the coil, as in the coil that uncoils and the spring that winds up before letting go. I can’t say I’ve ever experienced that before, until now, although I’d say it’s more like a knot. A knot of tension. A knot of pleasure. A whole-body knot that, with every thrust, every toe-curling movement, feels like it’s slowly coming undone.
Adam thrusts a little harder and faster, and I’m right there to meet him. Every single long movement works at the knot, and the strings keep coming undone, fraying until Adam thrusts so deep inside me that I finally get the whole oneness saying. The knot snaps free, and the rope springs taut, and suddenly, there’s light, color, sensation, throbbing, aching, soaring, crashing, falling, and it’s everywhere.
I realize I’m screaming something and clawing at Adam’s shoulder, that my hips are pumping with his, rocking and grinding and being so in sync with his thrusts. I realize my body is reacting all on its own while I’m flying somewhere else. The climax is so unexpected, so hard, so hot, so tight, so wild, that I feel like I’m in another dimension. I feel like the grey sky the moment the sun finally bursts into the sky with all its golden splendor, banishing the grey in favor of reds, purples, oranges, pinks, and bronzes…
I shake hard, so hard that the bed is shaking, and Adam shakes with me. He thrusts a few more times, slowly, deeper and deeper, before he lets go and shudders above me. He grunts something next to my ear, not a word, just a sound, and shakes hard as he lets go. Just feeling him come and find his pleasure, knowing it wasn’t that far behind my own, knowing we gave each other that, causes a few more waves of pleasure to wash through me.
I wrap my arms around his neck, and I hold him while we both shake and tremble. He’s still inside me and so freaking hard. We’re connected, both of us. Together. One. Our blood pumping. We’re throbbing together, soaring together, and clinging to each other. Our skin is damp, our hearts pounding so very close together.
My entire skin is covered with goosebumps.
Adam lifts his head and kisses me gently, taking his time. He licks my lips, strokes my tongue, and makes love to my mouth, all while throbbing inside me.
He’s still hard. So crazy hard.
“I…did you…” I trail off, realizing how embarrassing it is that I’m asking that. But he’s so hard. Is it possible to still be that hard if he came?
“Oh yeah.” He grins against my lips. “You have no idea.”
“I think I do,” I giggle. “I know I do.”
He thrusts slowly, gently, awakening every little bit of me again, sending another volley of shivers racing from my toes all the way up my spine, making my belly cold and shivery in the best way.
“Are you okay?”
“I am, I think. I don’t know what I am or where I am right now, but yes, I’m okay.”
