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He leaned forward, coaxing my sweatshirt off my body as well, leaving me completely bare before him, his hands sliding down the sides of my thighs, moving in at the knees to press my legs apart, baring me to him.
His body dropped back down, his arms curling around my legs, preventing them from moving so much as an inch as he buried deep in my heat, his tongue working my throbbing clit in slow, relentless circles, driving me up faster than I could have ever anticipated, teetering me at the edge before throwing me over, sending me crashing into myself, the orgasm overtaking me completely, making every muscle tense and release at once, making my body shudder even as the waves of pleasure kept moving through me, a liquid, endless tide that left me crying out, and deeply aware of something.
If this was how sex was supposed to feel, I was as virgin as the fresh fallen snow. Because nothing had ever felt like this before.
As I came to grips with this reality, Smith’s teeth nipped teasingly at my inner thigh before moving back upward, beard scratching, tongue tracing, lips pressing sweet kisses into my hipbone hollows, the sides of my ribs that didn’t feel so ticklish anymore, under my breasts, over them, up the side of my neck, until – at long last – he finally claimed my mouth again.
Everything was harder, greedier, needier.
Even as that thought moved through me, I could feel his cock, insistently pressing against me, promising more hidden, unknown delights, more of this sensation that only he had given to me, this little blanket of desire that blocked out everything else.
The world could have been ending right then, the earth opening up to be dragged down into hell, and I would not have noticed as his teeth nipped my earlobe as his hips ground down into me, his cock pressing against my cleft, making another shudder move through me.
In a movement so fast my eyes could barely catch it, his pants were off, his arm curling under me, and he was suddenly on his back, and I was straddling him, feeling nothing between us, his cock sliding against my wetness, making my sex clench hard, needing fulfillment, friction, needing him inside me like I needed my next breath.
But Smith seemed content to lie there, his hand settled at my hip, his eyes moving over me, taking me in, committing every subtle curve to memory.
It wasn’t until my hips shimmied on their own, the feel of his cock pressing into my clit making a strangled whimper escape me that his eyes found my face again, heavy-lidded, and his hand moved out to the nightstand, pulling out a foil, pressing my hips back up, and making short work of protecting us before holding himself at the base, waiting for me.
No pressure.
Just patience, a willingness to let me go at my pace.
He just didn’t imagine that my pace was bold and frenetic as I shifted my hips just right, and slid down, taking him in on one deep, delicious thrust, feeling him settle almost uncomfortably deep, making my head fall back at the perfect fullness, the exquisite rightness of the sensation of him inside me.
A low, rolling rumbling noise was what pulled me out of my musings, making my head move forward once again, looking down at the tightly controlled need on Smith’s face, the way his jaw was ticking, all his muscles contracted.
And knowing that his pleasure was mine, I owned it, I was in control, something inside me – something unsure and fearful – fell away, and into the vacant space moved a confidence I didn’t know I could have, a complete and utter lack of embarrassment that had me moving , my pace frantic, uncontrolled, maybe even a bit sloppy. But it didn’t matter. It only mattered that the desire stoked high, making my walls tighten, making my whimpers turn into unashamed moans, echoing back through the room to me, making Smith’s breathing get ragged, his fingertips gripping my hips hard, guiding me into a more steady pace that pushed me up higher, faster, kept me at that edge for the barest of seconds before tossing me over.
And then I was fall, fall, falling.
Both into and out of my body somehow at the same time, the intensity of it sapping all the control from my muscles, making me fall forward, resting on Smith’s chest, my face buried in his neck, his beard muffling the cries of my release as Smith’s hips took over, pistoned up into me, milking the orgasm for all it was worth until I was wrung out, a boneless, thoughtless mass above him as he slammed deep, cursing out my name, coming hard enough to make his entire body jolt hard as his arms crushed me to him.
