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I run my nails along the length of him, loving the way the muscles in his legs and stomach tense, and then I lean forward, kissing him, cupping his balls, feeling the warmth in my hand. I run my tongue up to the tip of him, circling the head of his cock before slowly, so slowly, taking him in my mouth.
I can feel myself immediately go wet. Having him inside me, this way, makes me only more aroused for having him any other way he wants. I am his now, and he is mine. I slide my mouth down around him, and hear him moan, loving the smooth feel of his shaft as it runs along my tongue, and know he does too. He’s petting my hair, rubbing his thumb along my cheek, and I reach back, grabbing his ass, trying to take every inch of him in my mouth, all the while knowing it will never fit, all the while even more turned on at the thought of taking him inside my pussy…
I can feel him growing even harder in my mouth, his movements slow and rhythmic. I can taste his precome on my tongue, feel the head of his cock as he gets closer to climax. Then, just before I’m sure he’s about to explode, he reaches down, gently, pulling me back.
“Next time,” he says. “Right now, I want to be inside you. I want to kiss you while I’m inside you.”
He leans me back on the bed again, stepping out of his pants as I remove mine. Maybe I’m awkward, I think. Maybe I’m moving too fast. Maybe I’m showing my ignorance. But he looks down at me, lifting one leg to kiss my foot, and my mind is wiped clean. All there is now is him, this, us.
He slides me back on the mattress, climbing on top of me, his weight feeling so right, pressing me down, and spreading my legs open. His lips are on my neck, my chest. He takes my breast in his mouth again, that perfect teasing feeling of his teeth nipping at the sensitive skin. I feel his fingers on me, inside me, and then…then it’s his cock. He’s rubbing the tip of his cock up and down me, stimulating my throbbing clit and teasing my wet pussy, barely pressing inside me before pulling back to tease me some more.
I reach down and take hold of him, trying to pull him inside me.
“I don’t want to hurt you,” he murmurs, his lips brushing my ear now.
“You never have,” I say.
I reach for his hip with my free hand, pulling him down toward me, against me, into me.
I’ve never felt anything like it. This feeling of fullness, of being stretched to my limit and at the same time wanting more. My fingers, I think, almost giggling. What a poor preparation they were for this.
He moves slowly, pressing into me and then pulling back, slipping every inch of him inside me with excruciatingly erotic slowness. I never want it to stop. I never want to stop feeling the way he touches me, with his hands, yes, with his lips, with his good heart, but right now, with his cock especially. He’s so deep inside, each thrust almost takes my breath away until, almost without realizing it, I’ve fallen into a rhythm with him.
Our hips move in sync, a kind of slow, erotic dance almost. I hook my ankles behind him, loving the way it allows him to go even deeper inside me. I can feel how hard he is, almost feel the pulse in his cock as he gets more rigid, gets bigger, if that’s even possible.
He thrusts into me, the movements becoming stronger, more forceful. I dig my nails into his back, feeling that growing intensity, that teasing, tensing, deep sexual pulse grow before it envelops me. I’m lost, crying out, feeling his warm come shoot inside me, feeling his orgasm as I rake my nails down his back, coming, coming, and coming, as if we’re falling down a well together, lost to everything, lost to the world, only wanting this moment, this sharedthing, this us.
He’s kissing me,softly, along my jawline, on my lips. He kisses my breasts and my shoulder. He nips at my earlobe and takes my cheek in his hand. I look up at him above me and I can feel the rise and fall of his chest as we catch our breath, gazing at one another, completely unselfconscious of the action, just exploring one another’s eyes.
“That was amazing,” he says softly, leaning down to kiss me again.
I smile, feeling my cheeks warm a little, although by now they must be so flushed as to make it impossible to tell.
“I could feel you,” I say. “When you came. It’s…” I struggle for words. “I loved it.”
He smiles, running his thumb along my collarbone.
“Was I…?” I start, and he puts his finger on my lips.
“You were perfect,” he says. “But then again, you always have been.”
“Hush,” I say, enamored with the fact that I can still feel him pulsing inside me. “I just…I just did what felt right.”
“Then don’t ever stop,” he says.
Later,after the immaculate dinner Brady arranged for has finally been eaten, he says “I won’t tell if you won’t” as he opens a bottle of champagne. He’s drawn a bath in the tub, and we sit, the warm water up to our chests, our nakedness making clothing seem like the unnatural thing.
“It’s funny,” I say, the champagne and heat of the jacuzzi making me a little light-headed. “When you left this afternoon, do you know what I thought?”
“What’s that?” he asks, setting his glass on the edge of the tub.
“I thought you were going to get condoms,” I giggle.
He smiles. “No,” he says. “Never with you.” He looks off out the wall of windows for a moment and then back at me with a heart-breakingly handsome smile. “In fact,” he moves through the water to my side of the tub and takes me in his arms, leaning me back against his chest. “You should probably enjoy that drink while you can. This will be it for nine months.”
“Hush,” I laugh, craning my neck around to kiss his jaw. The stubble there prickles my lips, tickling my nose. I look up at him and almost immediately regret what I say next. “It wouldn’t be so bad though, would it?”
I feel those old feelings coming back again. The ones that make me want to crawl into a hole and hide from the world. The complete opposite of the feeling I had with him an hour before.
