My tummy flips when he pulls my legs back, opening me further.
"When we fuck, I want you to bend your knees back like this," he rasps. "I don't want your legs flat on the bed. I want to get as deep inside you as possible."
I nod, not able to speak.
He notches the fleshy tip of his cock into my opening, swirling it in my juices before pressing. The fleshy cock head is firm and hot as he touches me. The anxiety within my core spikes high, causing tears to flood my vision and distort the sight of him hovering above me. A slight burning sensation takes over me, but before it becomes too distracting, he lowers his head to my right nipple and licks before sucking me into the warm, wet cavern of his mouth.
I stiffen with pleasure and then buck my hips into him on a moan, inadvertently sending him another inch deeper and causing the burning sensation to spread.
Something touches me cool and hard down there. Two little bumps on the underside of his cock press against my entrance. I clench down on him, resisting him.
"Mason, what is that?" I shiver, bringing a hand down to his cock where my finger traces the underside. He releases my nipple with a small sucking sound as I explore. My eyes go wide, feeling a series of metal bumps in a row.
"I'm pierced," he says, a wicked smile graces his face and his eyes drag down my face and back to my breasts."Relax,sweetheart."
He pins me with a stare, and my eyes roam his face greedily.
His face is slightly flushed and damp with sweat. His wavy hair clings to his forehead in some spots. His eyes are hooded, dilated as he regards me intently. His lips are slightly swollen with how long he's been sucking me. He sinks a bit deeper until he stops at my hymen and then goes still. My gaze lowers, seeing his neck and shoulder muscles tense with strain as he holds himself over me, beginning to saw a few inches in and out. Thrusting shallowly for a while, getting me used to him.
I moan with pleasure, flexing my heels against his hips.
His chest heaves, as do his ribs against my inner thighs which are clasped high on his waist.
His biceps are steel slabs of muscle as he-
"Oh!…."I suck in a shocked breath and shriek as he flexes his abs, sinking into me with one hard thrust, not stopping until he bottoms out. Stretching my tender tissues until that burning feeling spreads everywhere and intensifies.
He splits me apart entirely.
My neck arches, and my mouth falls open, panting lightly. Mason lowers his head, running his nose along mine, his warm breath washes over my lips. My nails dig into his arms, and my heart races at the feel of him inside me. It's hard, thick, andheavy.Startlinglyso. Curved.
I feel he's entered me at an angle, and it causes an unusual pressure deep inside. My heels unlock, my legs splay open as he moves his hips side to side and then sinks slightly deeper.
"Oh fuck,"he groans in a low tone."Mel."
Shocked, I make a rough noise in my throat and slap a hand to my mouth on a grimace. Tears fall out my eyes and down my temple, wetting my hair.
I don't make another sound, and neither does he.
He says nothing, merely laying his temple against mine and goes very still against me. I stare at the celling as our flesh throbs around each other. I focus on my breathing like I do when I run and it gets to be too much.
I spasm around him again.
I blow out a breath and then whimper, wiggling my hips slightly trying to find relief. His hand lowers between us, and he begins rolling my nipple, then lowers to grasp my clit. "Ooooohhh," I moan.
Soon the intense burning lessons a bit, making way for pleasure as he patiently pushes me to another orgasm.
It takes a while, but he focuses on me patiently.
My breathing hitches, and I wiggle again as I become wetter. The sound of him manipulating my sensitive flesh fills my ears as does his breathing. He bends his head down and seals my lips with his, stealing my breath and preventing him from hearing his.
We kiss hard. Our tongues tangling, and our teeth clashing messily, roughly.
Probably as rough as he would like to be taking me right now.
Even when I nudge my hips into his in a silent invitation, he doesn't move. He stays still until I jerk against him with my orgasm, digging my nails into the skin of his shoulders and tossing my head back on a wail. That’s when he pulls back to the tip and begins to fuck me.
And he doesn't spare me any mercy. Giving me the passion I crave.
