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Instead, he kissed me harder, stole my ability to think. The man kissed me like it was his job and made my body light up. Nipples tightened painfully, my stomach muscles clenching. The place between my legs where he moved, where the nest of soft curls at the base of his cock brushed my bare flesh felt like fireworks going off all over my skin. Even the sting of his too-big shaft driving into me felt sweet as well as sharp. Under his hands and mouth, my body grew pliant and eager again. Soon we rocked together in a rhythm so natural that I wasn’t sure where I ended and he began.
My heart hammered in my chest, or was it his? We were pressed tightly together, arms around each other, straining against the forces that kept us from merging completely into one. I cried out in pleasure again and again, long before my orgasm built and threatened. Just from the sheer joy of being joined with Darren, from the way he touched me and kissed me, from the bliss of having his cock buried inside of me, his hands on my bare body. He kissed me endlessly, even when his thrusts grew harder and more rapid. He built to a fever pitch, his frantic, staccato thrusts pounding into me as my body absorbed the force of his lovemaking gladly. Darren pumped into me, kissed me, held me. I arched against him and ground my tender clit into his pelvic bone, rocked into him and everything inside me splintered into sparks of pleasure. I was consumed, my vision blurring and darkening as I came and came so hard It was almost painful.
My body seized up, gripped him, drained him of his own climax so suddenly that he gave an animalistic grunt and rolled me onto my back, working into me hard and deep until his seed poured into me. He ground me into the rug, pushing me across the floor with powerful thrusts as he bore down over me. That hot liquid that accompanied his orgasm was a primal rush for me, filling me, sliding down my inner thighs. I wanted all of it, every drop. Greedy I reached between us even as he heaved with the last spasms of his harsh, lengthy climax—the hot gush of him still spurting inside me. I touched the liquid that coated my thighs and on impulse rubbed it on the place where we joined, the lips of my sex still wrapped around his bucking cock. He groaned at my touch and hardened again in response.
“My God, Julie---you’re going to kill me,” he groaned, his mouth taking mine again. In disbelief, I felt his spent cock swell again inside me, under the rub of my fingers when I touched us both where we were still connected. He slammed his cock into me one more time, rolling his hips so it felt like he was stirring inside me, the tip of his dick rubbing a secret spot deep inside me that I’d never felt before. I was crying, ‘yes, yes!’ and clawed at the rug, my head tossing back and forth on the floor as I came with a teeth-gritting force. After I finished trembling, flung my arms around his broad, muscled back, Darren did the perfect thing. The thing I needed but didn’t know how to ask for. He lay down on me, gathered me into his arms, the weight of him pressing me to the floor, seeming to put me back together again with the strength of his nearly crushing bear hug. Breathless, I nodded into his chest and held on tightly. Just when I was starting to get concerned that he was actually going to crush me inadvertently, Darren rolled onto his back and pulled me into the crook of his arm.
Panting, he gave a wry chuckle, “You wore me out,” he teased.
“That happens when you don’t get laid for a couple years, Beckett,” I said wryly.
“A couple years?’ he said in disbelief.
“Not since I left Eric,” I said, my eyes meeting his. “I needed to focus on healing, on getting my nursing degree. I didn’t have time to find a boyfriend, and I don’t do it with strangers.”
“I can’t believe a woman that looks like you had a two-year dry spell,” he said, gently teasing me. I grinned at him shyly.
“I’m glad it was you, Darren. After waiting so long to give myself to someone, to find someone I really trust…I don’t mean I expect anything from you. I don’t. I’m grateful that you wanted to, that you were so gentle and passionate---it was like you knew exactly what I needed, how I like to be touched, how to make me forget any misgivings I might have and just made me focus on pleasure. You felt so good inside me, Darren. I never wanted to let you go,” I admitted.
