Everything stills. We both freeze.
“Do it again,” she whispers into my ear, and I stop breathing. I gently smack her again. It’s so pitiful, it doesn’t even make a decent sound. “Harder,” she says again on a breathy exhale.
Oh, fuck me.I smack her ass harder this time, keeping my hand on the spot, trying to erase the sting. After feeling how wet my pants have gotten, I get the feeling I don’t need to.
“You like that,” I half ask, half confirm, stunned. “You like my big hand on your perfect ass, don’t you?”
“Yeah.” She breathes out, bucking again.
“What else do you like?” I trace the vein on her neck with my tongue.
“When you talk.” She moves and licks the shell of my ear, sending tingles down my back.
“You like me being dirty with you?”
“Yes.” One raspy word.
“And what about this?” I move to cover her tit with my hand. “Do you like this?” I massage the soft flesh while circling her nipple with my thumb.
“Yes.” She swallows and drops her face to my shoulder.
“What about this?” I move the same hand lower, between her legs, and move it over the seam of her lips. Her wet and hot lips. She’s so sleek and ready, and I’m so hard that I want to get inside of her and start moving, but she is not ready. “Do you like this too?”
“Yes.” She breathes out.
“Good. ’Cause I like it too.” I carefully dip a quarter of my middle finger in, and she gasps. I pull away, trying to see if it’s from fear or pleasure, but she relaxes, and I get my answer. I start moving my finger, burying it deeper every time and pressing my thumb to her clit.
She throws her head back in pleasure, her eyes closed but mouth open as she moans. I kiss up her neck, running my tongue along her jawline as I taste her skin. Her breathing catches.
With every shove of my finger, she gasps louder. And louder. Until she comes all over me. A warm gush of liquid wets my hand and sweats. I try to swallow the lump in my throat, forcing my willpower come back from its hiatus. At this point, all I have to do is to take my cock out, and it will come from touching the air.
Her body is still shaking when she lifts herself up on her knees and maneuvers the hem of my pants down so my hard cock springs free. She grabs my aching dick in her hand and brings herself over it.
I swear I stop breathing. And she stops moving.
Her eyes are shut, concentration clear on her face.
“Alicia,” I call. “Alicia, look at me.”
When she finally opens her eyes, there is less blunt desire in them. It’s going to hurt like a fucking bitch, but I say it anyway.
“It’s me. Just me.” I lick my lips, and her eyes focus on the movement. “We can stop if you want. Don’t force yourself. It might not be the right time. That’s oka—”
She doesn’t let me finish. Pressing her lips tight, she impales herself on my cock. Her eyes are wide and bright, and she freezes. I’m scared to move, because A, I’ll blow my load, andB, she’s probably in pain. Most likely. I have a huge dick, all right, and it usually takes time to adjust to it. I’d do things differently, but she needed to do it on her own.
“Are you okay?” I can barely speak.
“Yeah.” She pauses. “It’s like I’m a virgin all over again.Fuck.”
My pulse quickens. “I like when you curse in bed.”
She chuckles and leans on me, kissing my sweaty shoulder. Then she bucks her hips. And again. I grab her thighs, slowing her down. “Wait. Wait.” I rasp. “Give me a minute to breathe.”
“Weakling.” She bites the skin on my neck and gently pulls on it.
“Vixen.” I grab her ass and move her up and down my length.
“Oh Lord, you are huge.” She exhales loudly, and I stop.
