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His cock was magnificent. At least, she thought so. It was entirely possible that her opinion was born of a decade of marriage to a man with altogether different anatomy and fed by the fact that she hadn’t seen a penis this up close and personal since her divorce, but the thick length of him made her mouth water. He had a slight upward curve, one she knew from experience with similarly-shaped toys would feel delicious inside her. His foreskin was partially retracted, just enough to show her the shiny skin of his cockhead, so swollen that it held a bluish tint. His slit was already leaking, a clear, viscous fluid, and she wanted nothing more than to press her tongue to the opening and lap it up.Finish exploring first. Like he said, he might erupt. And you haven’t even reached the grand prize.
His cock was necessary, of course, but considering this was a fertility match, Moriah couldn’t help but feel that his balls had earned the central place of honor. Her ex-husband’s testicles were inside his body, and it had been a long time since she felt the weight of a partner’s scrotum in the palm of her hand. Lowell’s was fat and heavy. Like his cock, his balls were swollen and tight, his sac forming a perfect heart shape, and she couldn’t resist leaning in and giving each one a soft kiss.After all, this is where the magic happens. He shuddered when her lips pressed to the first, its twin raising in expectation before her mouth shifted.
“You should put on a raincoat. They’resofull right now, and you’re in the splash zone.”
She slumped against him in laughter, scratching his thighs.
“Thank you for being a good sport. I just want to get this out of the way. I can’t imagine seeing you for the very first time the day we’re supposed to perform at the clinic! Okay . . tell me what you like. Are-are they too sensitive to touch?”
He shook his head, breathing raggedly. Reaching a hand down, he tugged on his sac, giving each of his balls a stretch, allowing her to replace his hands with her own. Testing their weight, deciding to add large plums to her shopping list, she rolled them in her palm, mirroring the stretch.Extra large eggs, put them on the shopping list as well.Gently pulling her finger down the seam, Moriah watched as his balls separated, pulling back up as he groaned, the sound a vibration that rippled through his body. Cupping his sac once more, she continued to caress him until his cock bobbed insistently, waving down her attention.
“Poor baby,” she laughed again, taking a deep breath before gripping his shaft for the first time. He was right. He was too far gone for her to explore his shape and learn the snaking path of each vein with her lips. She had only been with an uncut cock once before, and that had been when she was too young to fully appreciate anything more than a fast climax. She wanted to examine his foreskin and learn the way it stretched, wanted to practice stroking it in her hand and easing it back over the flared edge of his cock . . . but a quick glance up showed her that he was hanging on by a thread.
His jaw clenched, his eyes squeezed tight, and she would have laughed if she wasn’t afraid of hurting his feelings. He was the most adorable man she’d ever met in her life, and she wanted to take her time learning every inch of his body . . . But first, she thought, carefully easing back the membrane of skin until his head popped free, she wanted to let him have a bit of relief.
He didn’t resist when she pulled him back to the bed. Her panties and skirt were peeled off easily. His fingers were clumsy at her back once he had pulled her sweater up over her arms and head, finally undoing the clasp of her bra, gently pushing her to lay back against the bed. When his lips met hers again, Moriah melted. It had been too long since she’d made out like a teenager. Towards the end, all the intimacy she and Sorben shared was dictated by her temperature and the day of her cycle, tracking her ovulation obsessively. It had been too long since someone kissed their way down her body, the way Lowell did just then, breathing against her skin reverently as if she were a goddess and not a suburban divorcee. She hadn’t been naked in front of another person in two years, hadn’t been naked in front of someone other than Sorben and what felt like forever, and she had forgotten how vulnerable the reality of being so was.
“Fuck, you’re so beautiful . . . I’m going to kiss every inch of you once my balls stop vibrating, I promise.”
“Do-do you want to go ahead and . . . you know, I just want to make sure that everything feels okay.”
“Of course, this-this is important; you have to make sure you’re making the right decision,” he gritted out, his eyes nearly rolling back in his head when she gripped his cock once more, relieved that he was still following her train of thought. “Do you want to see how it feels inside . . .”
“Yeah,” she breathed, “yeah, I think that’s important. You know, just to make sure.”
The first bump of his cock head against her clit made her see stars. He stroked back and forth, his eyes heavy-lidded and glazed in pleasure, coating himself in her slickness until she urgently gripped his shoulder.
“Go ahead. I just want to see how you feel inside me, don’t worry about lasting long.”
He groaned when she gripped him again, leading him to her opening.
“I feel like a fucking virgin,” he laughed. “Just don’t hold this against me.”
Her own laughter cut off with the first push of his cockhead, the flared edge catching at her inner lips, and her breath caught as he slowly pressed into her. He was so deliciously thick, more than making up for what he didn’t possess in her ex-husband’s length.
“Is that okay?” His voice was strained, and she could tell he was holding himself steady, an effort she appreciated.
“It’s good. It’sreallygood. You feel amazing.”
His hips pulled back slowly, the backward drag of his cock making her toes curl, before he thrust forward, a solid thump that made her wheeze. Once, twice, on the third thrust of his hips into her, she moaned, digging her fingers into his thick dark hair.
“Good?”
“Yes,” she wheezed, “sogood. That feels fucking incredible. Okay, yes, you’re definitely hired. I want your cock in me for the full moon. Do-do you want to come inside me? Just so we can make sure that’s good too?”
The noise he made was a strangled gurgle in his throat, but his hands lifted her hips, pressing her against him snugly before he began to pump into her once more.
The slight change in position nearly made her go cross-eyed. She would let him fuck her every day for the rest of her life if it made him happy, if it kept his fat testicles healthy, if it would always feel this incredible, for suddenly, she was also only hanging on by a thread, desperate to come with him.
“You can go harder if you want,” she murmured against his neck. Moriah had wrapped her arms around his back, her nails digging into his shoulders. She wanted him to have her up on her knees as well, thinking about what Drea had said about getting in deep, although Lowell felt plenty deep inside her. The thickness of his shaft dragged against her G spot, and with every thrust, he bottomed out, his heavy balls slapping into her, the head of his cock hitting a place inside her that made her wheeze. She wanted him to go harder, deeper, faster . . . But then she also had a fast vision of him spooning against her, kissing her body as he pumped into her slowly, more intimate than was appropriate for her sperm donor, she reminded herself.
“Fuck, you feel so good,” he groaned against her. “Are you sure you want me to finish inside?”
His hips had picked up speed, the percussive slap of his balls against her skin seeming over loud in the room, the rub of his pubic bone against her clit making her vision go spotty on every backward drag.
“Yes,” she assured him decisively, tightening her hand in his hair. She’d decided there was no point in letting him finish anywhere else.That’s the whole point of this.“Come inside me.”
“I can’t wait for you to take my knot. You’re so fucking tight. You’re going to feel so good squeezing me.” Her head lolled at the thought, his tight press already nearly too much. “Fuck . . . I’m gonna come.”
