After we rinse and get out, he towels me off but we stay naked as he instructs me to lie down in the center of the turned down bed.
“Every orgasm you have, your muscles relax a bit more, ready themselves a bit more. And every orgasm you have, you’re wetter and needier,” he grunts, stroking his hand through his damp blonde waves. “I’m gonna need my favorite pussy to put on another show for me.”
I reach down and find myself wet, again or still, I’m not sure at this point. My damp hair is fanned over the pillow, uncombed for now. “I want to have sex with you, Dean,” I tell him, not bold enough to call it what it would be, to label it as making love.
He stands at the foot of the bed, ignoring his eleven inch erection, instead kneading his balls with one hand. “I want that, too, Clara June.”
I feel brave for a moment. “Do you have a condom?”
He looks at me for a moment, but finally shakes his head.
“Do they make condoms big enough for you?” I ask, partially teasing, but also partially curious. He’s… endowed.
Dean nods. “They do, but we’re not making love tonight.”
My toes curl into the mattress at his choice of words. I blink my eyes to keep them from getting hot and misty. “No?”
He shakes his head. “I want you bare, and I want everything that comes with that. But we haven’t talked about that, not yet. Maybe we aren’t there yet, and maybe we are. The truth is? Tonight it doesn’t matter if we’re there yet or not because you aren’t ready for me, not yet.”
My mouth goes dry from all the things I’m hearing. He wants to fuck me, but only when we don’t need protection, when he and I have decided together how we’ll handle unprotected sex.
“What are we doing tonight, then?” I ask, still touching myself because with his eyes on me, I have to do something. I have to relieve some of the unending pressure that fills my belly under his gaze.
“You’re coming for me, and then we’ll see if we can work in a few inches, as long as you’re okay with that.” He takes his hand off his balls, his face screwing up with discerning focus. “Are you okay with that?”
I nod my head faster than a speeding bullet. “Please, Coach, I’m going to break into tears if I don’t get at least some of you tonight.”
Dean laughs as he draws nearer, finally joining me on the bed. Reaching up, he grabs a spare pillow, and positions it under my hips. He goes to his black duffel bag, and retrieves a bottle of lube. My chest flutters at the sight of him carrying lube, knowing he thought about us while he packed. He squirts some into his palm, and coats his glistening head. Hetugs his shaft, exposing more of himself, and adds lube there, too.
With my smaller stature, the pillow aligns our groins as Dean rests on his knees, and I lie on my back, hips pointed up. He leans forward, kissing my clit, while stroking his fingers through my pubic hair. “You’re so pliable for me, Clara June, so eager to come, so hungry for my touch. Do you know how that makes me feel?” he asks, bending down to kiss my clit again, this time sucking it between his teeth for a delightfully hot second. “Do you know how you make me feel? Hmm?”
His words are dizzying, his tone electrifyingly deep and erotic. He grips his cock just a few inches below the glorious, reddened head, and tugs on himself, exposing more veiny erection. I gasp when the slick, wide head presses against my entrance, a small anticipatory burn spreading through me as my body begs to accommodate him.
While working his head inside, in small, slow, gentle strokes, he feathers the perfect words over me, his free hand smoothing over my abdomen. “You make me feel worthy and special in ways I never have. Because I’d have to be someone special to make a woman like you feel so good, right?”
I gasp at the sudden rush of pain that hits and push up onto my elbows to peer down between us. “Hold still now, that was just the tip.”
I sink back into the pillows and get lost in the flow of his words, wrapping my spine, adding to the explosive pressure building between my legs.
“The way you take care of everyone you care about, how patient you are, how hard you work, you’re a goddamn queen, Clara June, and you deserve to be praised and doted on. And when you unravel for me, when you show me sidesof yourself no one has seen, when you give yourself to me in ways you never have, I fall a bit deeper. Did you know that?”
What is he saying? My mind is reeling as the pressure between my legs intensifies, the burn growing, the pain spreading. He’s falling for me? Is he saying that? Earlier he referenced sex as making love. Am I hearing all of this right or making clues out of nothing? I don’t know, and I can’t think straight as he continues moving inside me, giving me more. I want it all, but he’s right, that’s not something that's gonna happen in a single night. Another burst of pain from my pussy and I look down again, seeing he’s given me another thick, veiny inch. I’m worried I can’t or won’t be able to take all of him, and what that will mean for us if we can’t. But when our eyes lock over our sweat glazed bodies, both of us breathing hard, he says, “You can take more than you can think.”
I think he can read my mind, honestly.
I nod, and grab at the sheets, a bead of sweat rolling down my breast, toward my chin. “I want you so badly,” I admit, my voice thin with desperation, maybe adoration too.
“I know. I want you too, mama,” he says, and I gasp because as he says it, he pushes inside me a bit more, pressing his palm into my pelvis to relieve some of the pressure. “Look at that,” he croons, nodding to the place where we’re joined. His eyes move over my naked body to find my gaze. “How are you doing?”
I nod. “Good.” Sweat beads on my upper lip. “Adjusting.”
He nods, then uses the tip of his finger to trace his cock where it’s sunk inside me. A tickle reverberates through me, and my spine straightens. “Tease,” I breathe out, and he laughs, the sound filling the room with more of him.
“Take a breath, okay? I’m gonna give you some more.” Hesnatches the lube off the mattress and squirts some directly onto our bodies, then reaches up, taking my nipple between his thumb and forefinger. “I can’t wait to suck on these,” he admits as he gently nudges a bit deeper, my mind careening from the discomfort. But as the sharp glints of pain fall away, they leave behind a numbing pleasure that sweeps through my pussy, radiating through my hips. My body wants more, and is ready for more, and I can’t believe I’m actually taking his massive cock so well. I was scared I couldn’t. Maybe when it comes to Dean, I can do anything.
“Fuuck, that’s more than I thought,” he notes, staring down at the first quarter of his cock plunged inside me, my lips suctioning around him. I nod my head as sweat slides into my hairline. He takes note, and pushes into my pelvis, warning me. “I’m pulling out now, that’s enough for tonight.”
I want to protest, but by the time my words make it to my mouth, he’s already hollowed me, and pressed the sheets to my cunt, absorbing the throbbing soreness that occurs. He drops his cock against my clit, and thrusts forward, pinning the weight of himself against me with his thumbs. “Focus on how good this feels,” he says, the bed beginning to squeak as he gains momentum. Sweat sluices between the striations of muscle on his chest, and I watch a droplet fall, focusing on anything innocuous, buying myself more time.
