Jake tears open the packet and rolls the condom onto his rigid cock. Then he eases me gently on my back.
I’m trembling with want. His tip is easing open my folds, and the sensation of the head of his cock at my entrance is almost too much to bear. He’s poised, waiting, as if worried that I’ll reject him.
“Please,” I say. “I need you, Jake.”
With a guttural groan, Jake eases himself inside; as he enters me, every nerve is screaming for release. “Jesus, Lucy. You feel perfect. Oh my God.”
Inch by delicious inch, Jake slides deeper. “Are you okay?” he asks me, breathless.
I love that Jake’s checking in with me, even though I’m sure he’s barely holding onto his control. He’s not the only one.
“Yes,” I say, tugging him closer, desperate for him to fill me. “More.”
Jake pulls back slightly before pushing even further with the second thrust. I let out a long groan–this feels so good, I never want it to end.
I pull him towards my body until he’s so deep inside me that his hips are flush against mine. And we lie there, breathless, overcome by how good it feels.
We stare into each other’s eyes, motionless, as if we are scared that by even breathing, the magic of the moment will dissipate.
But then he begins to move.
Oh. I’ve never felt anything like this before.
I’m mostly subdued when I have sex, and orgasms are tough for me. Usually it takes quite a bit of foreplay to get me there, so often in the past, I’ve faked a climax because I’m impatient for it to be over.
But this. This is so different. I’m definitely going to orgasm. I’ve felt it building from the moment Jake first kissed me on the couch. Or maybe since he first shook my hand in the ER so many weeks ago.
And with Jake, I never want it to end.
Each thrust of his hips into my deepest recesses sends me higher. His hand reaches down and flicks my clit back and forth; he’s also discovered that with more shallow thrusts, he’s found my G-spot.
“Ohhhhhh!!!” I moan. I’m loud, but I hardly care. I’ve broken out of the mold that others have set for me. All that’s left is just pure feeling and desire with no restrictions or guidelines.
I’m able to justbe.
“Will you come for me, baby?” Jake asks, never slowing his pace. “I want you to come for me.”
“Yes, yes, I’m gonna come.” The unfurling sensation is starting deep in my belly; the journey has been just as good as the final explosion is going to be.
Jake watches me closely, as if each moan, each gasp gets him closer to his own climax. I sense that my pleasure is as important as his own. With each nudge of his cock against my G-spot and each slide of his nimble fingers over my sensitive nub of skin, I’m cresting—higher, higher, higher.
And then…
Suddenly I’m crashing, wave after wave of shuddering release. I hear Jake shout as he pounds harder and harder into me, capturing the last bits of my orgasm as he reaches his own release.
He shudders five, six times until he collapses on top of me.
After a few moments while we catch our breath, Jake gasps, “HOLY. FUCK.”
I laugh. We’re still connected, and I love that. I hold him closer as my body shakes against his. “That pretty much sums it up.”
Jake rolls away, disposes of the condom, then wraps me back up in an embrace. I cuddle in closer to him, soaking in his heat.
“When I invited you over, I swear I wasn’t expecting this,” Jake says.
“I wasn’t either,” I admit. “But I don’t regret it at all.”
His fingers are drifting up and down my spine, and it feels so good. I never want to move.
