And so much more.
We are on the same wavelength. Only, he is less hesitant than I am because he has no reason to feel the embarrassment I currently feel about what I just did.
He pulls my face to his again. Our lips hover a breath apart, and then he closes the distance. It’s a light, almost tentative brush, different from all the other times we’ve crossed this line.
He can’t seem to hold back any longer, and I don’t want him to.
I press my lips harder against his.
He responds with an equal hunger and urgency, very similar to the first time he kissed me. Our bodies press together and I can feel every inch of him.
Something inside me screamsmore.
His hands find their way to my hips. Mine travels up to tangle in his thick hair, another trailing over the defined muscles of his chest. We move in sync, our touches growing more frenzied witheach passing second. I whimper into his mouth as he pulls me closer, my sensitive core grinding against his hard cock as if I could take any more of that right now.
He sits up, lifting me and shifting our bodies. My back hits the bed and he covers every inch of me with every inch of him, pressing his thick shaft against my pussy and grinding himself against me as he assaults me with heated kisses.
“This. You. It’s all I want,” I whisper against his wet lips.
He moves to my neck and trails his hot mouth to my collarbone.
His fingers roam along my rib cage and trace all too fucking lightly around my pebbled nipple. "Tell me," his gaze is heated, hungry.Starving. "How much?" His breath tickles my ear as he whispers, "Gonna make you moan it for me."
"You're so perfect," I say between kisses. I can't resist nipping at his lip, and he’s the one who moans.
His eyes are half-lidded as he reaches for my waistband. I eagerly yank at his boxers and he shifts to slide them down and we strip off what little we are wearing, our limbs entwined and bodies moving against each other.
He slides the head of his cock along my drenched seam. “Youdowant me,” he smirks.
I appreciate his perpetual playfulness. It briefly takes my mind off the fact I’ve never done this before. I mean, I have. Had sex, that is. Just not with a man. I’m not a virgin by any means. I feel like I should say all of this out loud to him. He doesn’t need to know my entire sexual history, nor do I need to know his, but it feels important, this admission.Perhaps that is because of the stigma society has placed on the concept of virginity, I think, and decide that now is not the time for that conversation.
It would ruin the mood. It’s not as if his dick will be the first thing that’s ever been inside of me. Just the first non-siliconedick. I mean, it may be a tight fit, but there definitely won’t be any other inclination of virginity on my part.
I havegotto get out of my own head. I want to enjoy this. “Stop teasing me,” I huff back, equally as playful, though maybe a bit forced.
His fingers wrap around his length, stroking it in a teasing manner.
As if he could make it any harder.
The jerky movement of his hand makes me feel like I might burst, but he doesn't make me wait any longer. He glides the tip over my throbbing clit, causing my body to jerk before he eases inside my aching core.
His large hands grasp my thighs roughly, parting them to give himself a better angle—and a better view.
He is slow, teasing, entering me only halfway before pulling back out again. His thick cock glistens with my arousal as he slides in deeper this time, stretching me in a way I’ve never been stretched before. The groan that escapes me is not human.
It is a tight fit, and the pressure and burn of it is far more than I expected.
I am breathless,full.
I want to spend every day for the rest of forever full of Jack Hollis.
He maintains his slow pace, his need for me is barely contained and written all over his face. My body writhes beneath him, and I thrust myself upward.
He grips my hip and pins me to the mattress, closing his eyes as he stills his movements and sucks in a breath. “Don’t move.”
I want to move. Watch him lose control. Send him straight off the deep end.
He regathers his composure and readjusts us both, hooking my bent knee over his own. His next thrust is unbearably deep,and hard in a way that makes me feel like I might come out of my fucking skin.
