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This man is a work of art. He’s hard and toned and makes me want to trace each and every ridge of his incredible body with my tongue. Yes, definitely my tongue. And maybe my lips. Absolutely my fingers.
I watch as he unfastens his shorts, the fly hanging open and the material riding low on his hips. There’s no mistaking the material of his boxer briefs stretched tautly over the head of his cock. I can actually see it through the opening of his pants, and the prospect makes my mouth water even more.
Lying back on his bed in just my bra and panties, he pushes his shorts down his tree-trunk legs, letting them fall to the floor. My eyes are riveted on his incredible physique, taking in the perfection and committing it to memory.
Nick climbs over me, covering my body with his own and pressing me into the bed. The weight of his body only seems to add fuel to an already raging inferno inside me. My legs wrap around his waist, his hard cock pressed firmly into the place I need him the most. I can feel the wetness through my panties as he gently slides up and down, teasing my clit and making me see stars.
His lips find mine once more as he continues to tease and torture me. My hands grasp his back, reveling in the strong definition of his muscles. With each squeeze of my hands, he seems to come that much more undone. His hips go from a gentle glide to a thrust. “You’re driving me crazy,” he whispers, panting against my lips.
“I want you so badly,” I confess, sliding my hands down and grabbing his ass.
His eyes meet mine. “Are you sure?”
“Yes.”
Nick sits up on his haunches and unsnaps my bra. My breasts tingle and burn with desire as he gapes openly. His hands move down my body until they reach the wet panties covering me. With his fingers hooked under the lace, he slowly (and I’m talking painfully slow) glides them down my thighs. He hops up and slips them the rest of the way down my legs before throwing them somewhere in the room. Then his hands reach for the waistband of his boxer briefs and he pushes them down his body.
I’m pretty sure I actually gasp when I finally catch sight of the magnificent cock that has been torturing me for the last several minutes. It’s large, straight, and hard as steel. I’m overcome with the desire to wrap my hands around it, glide my tongue along it, and feel it thrust inside me.
He reaches into the nightstand and grabs a condom. I watch as he rips the small foil package and covers his impressive erection. Warmth floods my pussy so much that I can feel it. I should be embarrassed by how wet I am – how turned on I am – but I’m not. Instead, I focus on the man who has made me into this sex-crazed feline, hell-bent on riding his cock like a prized rodeo cowboy.
When he joins me back on the bed, he doesn’t lie on top of me like I expect. Nick sits between my legs and gazes hungrily at the apex of my legs. With gentle fingers, he pushes two fingers through my folds, gliding them over my pulsing clit. I quickly realize that I’m three seconds away from exploding like a bomb, which would be the definition of embarrassing.
With a single finger, he slowly slides it into my pussy. I feel my body contracting around him, and I fight off the orgasm. I don’t want this to end so soon. But when he adds the second finger and swipes his thumb over my clit, I’m unable to hold back. My body detonates as the most intense orgasm sweeps through me. I’m floating on the clouds, blinded by white light, as euphoria washes over me.
As soon as my body starts to loosen, I feel him remove his fingers and move over me into position. “I’m sorry,” I whisper, closing my eyes.
“Why are you sorry?” he asks, going completely still above me.
“I’ve already gotten off. I wanted to wait until we could do that…together.” My cheeks burn with mortification.
“You think you’re done, sweetheart? We’re just getting started,” he whispers sweetly, coming down to place a kiss on my lips. “I’m nowhere near done with you.”
And then he lines up his cock at my entrance, his eyes locked on mine, and slowly pushes inside me. It stretches as he enters my body, almost to the point of pain. With just one thrust, he fills me so completely that I’m not sure where he ends and I begin.
“Are you okay?” he asks, his eyes searching my face for an answer.
“So okay,” I gasp as he flexes his hips before stilling completely.
Nick reaches for my cheek, brushing a lone tear off my skin that I didn’t even realize had escaped. I’m crying? Why am I crying? There’s no crying in…sex!
But this isn’t just sex. I know it. He knows it. This is something greater. This is the coming together of two friends as lovers. This is me ripping off the scab, revealing the deep wound beneath. This is him cradling that wound in his hands and vowing to help it heal.
This is the moment I let go of the past and take a step toward the unknown future.
“Please, keep going,” I beg, my body gripping his erection like a vice.
“Jesus, don’t do that or this’ll be over in about two seconds,” he grunts, closing his eyes and digging deep for his control. But frankly, I kinda like the idea of seeing out-of-control Nick. I bet he’s just as sexy as in-control Nick.
Let’s test that theory.
I place my hand over his pounding heart and slowly slide it up to his shoulders. His shoulders are freaking killer. He’s starting to sweat a bit, probably because he’s trying to keep hold of any piece of power he can over his body. That’s not going to work for me. When I wrap my hand around the back of his neck, I rock my hips and give my internal muscles a squeeze.
“Fuck,” he groans, a shiver sweeping through his entire body.
“That’s the plan,” I whisper brazenly.
His eyes clash with mine once more, and I know that thread has snapped. The control is gone. The beast is unleashed.
