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Graham slips in two fingers, pushing against the walls, trying to prepare my insides for his girth. With his weight on his elbow, he leans over me, capturing my lip between his teeth. Despite how much I have mentally prepared for this moment during most of my adult life, I am tense and nervous.
He releases my lip and leans up to look at me. “Condom or not?” His words come out breathlessly, and I know he is feeling this intensity between us as well.
“Not,” I moan, wanting to feel all of him naturally for the first time. We have both been tested recently, and I am already protected from getting pregnant.
Graham’s fingers vacate me, and my muscles clench at the emptiness. I feel the head of his cock settling between my thighs, waiting for the right moment to push inside. He shifts his weight to his side, and he takes a deep breath.
“You need to open up your legs a bit more.”
I follow the directive and try to relax. With gentle fingers, he pulls my pussy lips apart and rubs at my clit. He rolls back on top of me, putting most of his weight on his knees and elbow. With careful precision, he slides his hips forward to move inside just an inch.
“Baby, you are too tense. I need you to loosen up. I don’t want to hurt you.” His soothing words caress and iron out the knot forming in my stomach. My insides unravel from the gentle coaxing. He presses on my clit again, making me moan.
“If you don’t like something, or if I am moving too fast, you tell me to stop. Understood?”
I hum out my response, trying to keep my eyes open so I can stay in the moment.
“Just say the word. I will respond to that and immediately stop. You have to trust me though, Angie. It is all about trust.”
His hand slides under my lower back, and I arch my torso to give him more room. I am completely at his mercy. Every nerve ending charges with electricity, screaming for his body. I want him. Like I have never wanted anything before. I want to forget about everything in my life for just a moment. I want to soar. And the eyes staring at me with desire only tell me that I am going to get my wish. I can feel his cock pressing farther inside my tightness, stopping when met with some resistance.
While I own a collection of toys and have had fingers inside me, I know how extremely tight I am. No matter how many times I have fantasized about this very moment, I never expected the person who would be my first to be as big as Graham. I don't think there is a way for me to not be uncomfortable.
Graham slips his hand from behind my back, moving his torso off me to shift his weight over to his left elbow. His mouth captures mine, and he pushes his tongue deep inside my mouth. He slides his attention to my ear, sucking the lobe gently. At the same moment his right hand tweaks my nipple and his teeth clash against the sensitive flesh of my ear, his hips rise and push all the way forward. He thrusts into me with one fluid motion, filling me from tip to root. My back arches, and my mouth opens on a scream, but instantly Graham’s lips are on me again, soothing me with gentle kissing. His hands slide up and down my sides, as his lower region stays motionless, allowing me to get used to the feeling of being so full. And achy.
My eyes meet his, and I feel the temperature once again rising between our gaze. I can see him struggling to stay still inside of me. He rests his forehead against mine, and we match our rhythm as we breathe.
“You okay? Did I hurt you too badly?”
“I’m good. I just need a moment to get used to it, that’s all.”
“You feel so fucking good, baby. It’s taking everything in me to make this last.”
After several minutes, Graham starts to pull out of me, and his pulsating cock scrapes against my walls. I take a deep breath and wait for him to push back in. His deliberately slow speed is meant to benefit me. His face is stiff with concentration, and his body is coiled tightly, ready to unwind in a spiraling speed. He pulls out again, and heat spreads through me. I run my hands up and down Graham’s back, adjusting to the pace of his movements.
Graham’s hand slides down my belly and finds the little pleasure bud that desperately desires his attention. And it gets just that. With expert fingers, Graham tugs and presses and circles the nerve bundle, making me jerk and thrust upward at the sudden jolts of pleasure that he produces from me.
The man knows what he is doing. He is learning my body, committing it to memory, and then executing his onslaught of pleasure.
We both moan in ecstasy as my orgasm grows, making the early pain that I felt become just a distant memory. Graham is delivering what he promised. He is mastering me, and I am just a slave to the pleasure that he gives. My hips match his thrusts, and I am able to stretch even more to accommodate him. Moisture leaks out of me, traveling down my crack and onto the sheets. I wrap one leg loosely around his back, urging him to continue. I am so close.
Our tongues dance and probe with each push and pull. My breathing quickens, and I know that the peak is just a few seconds away. Sensing my need for release, Graham changes his pace on my clit and presses even harder. I feel the drop in my buildup, and then the skyrocketing release as I throw my head back against the pillow and loudly moan his name.
“That’s it, baby. I’m right with you. Give me your pleasure,” he groans. “Scream for me.”
As I am still soaring with my own orgasm, I feel Graham stiffen and push all the way forward, pulsing himself deep inside of me. His groan echoes in my ears, letting me know that he is feeling the same intensity as I am. The rush of warmth that fills me nearly sends me over the edge again for a follow-up release. His body wilts over mine, our limbs weak and our bodies drained of energy.
Graham rolls off me, his cock still twitching against my thigh, as moisture drips out of me. He pushes my damp hair back from my forehead, concentrating on my eyes.
“Are you okay?” he asks again. His fingers smooth against the sides of my face, searching for the truth. Through my fog of vision, I give him what he wants. I would give him anything in this moment.
“Okay is not a good description of what I am feeling right now. I am great. Wonderful. Exhausted. But I want to do it again.”
A lazy smile brightens his features. He is so sexy.
“While I want to and am physically ready for more, you, sweetheart”—he leans over to kiss my nose—“will not feel the side effects until a few hours from now. Your pretty cunt is going to be sore and raw if we do not give it a rest.”
I push out my bottom lip in a pout, not wanting to be denied the wonderful rush that I felt just moments ago. My body craves him, and the sparks of obsession trigger every one of my nerve endings whenever we are connected. I have waited long enough, and now I want more.
