I swallowed, realizing he wanted me to open the condom and put it on him. “I’ve never…” I lifted a shoulder, “done that before.”
He inched closer. “Be a fun time to learn, then, yeah?”
I swallowed again, blinking. I took the packet in my hands and sat up, then gingerly and carefully ripped it open and withdrew the latex ring.
Glancing at it, and then at him, I gestured with it. “Is there a right way to put it on?”
He nodded, taking it from me, pinching at a little bubble near the top. “See that? That’s the part that goes on me. Then you just…roll it on.”
I let out a shaky breath, moving to sit on my shins. “I did take sex ed in school, did the whole thing with the banana and all that…but it’s been a long time since then and my only other experiences were—”
He reached out and touched my chin with a fingertip, interrupting me. “Eva, sweetheart, relax. You’re nervous. Not your first time, but your first time in a long time. It’s cool. Be nervous. Take your time. Ask questions. I’m not laughing at you, and I’ll never tease you, not about this kinda thing.”
He moved closer, lowering to sit on his shins like I was, and wrapped his other hand around the back of my neck, pulling me in, slanting his lips across mine. I sighed into the kiss and gave myself over to it. I knew what he was doing: distracting me, using the kiss to silence my doubts, using my libido to eradicate my nerves. I knew he was doing it, and I was grateful. I sank into the kiss, wrapped my hands around the back of his neck, traced the smoothness of the shaved sides of his head, and then tugged his hair free of the ponytail and ran my fingers through the thick, silky brown locks. His tongue explored my mouth, and mine explored his, and his hands found places to roam, and mine followed suit as well. He pressed the condom into my hands and played with my breasts, thumbing my nipples and hefting the weight of each breast in turn, and I palmed his pec and then his buttocks, and then finally I let my hand drift to his erection. I moaned in delight as the iron-hard, springy, velvety shaft filled my hand, and I stroked him, caressed him, re-familiarizing myself with the organ.
And then I broke the kiss. Met his gaze, and let him see that I was still nervous, but even more…well, horny. I wanted to come again. I wanted to feel his erection. I wanted to watch him orgasm, I wanted to be the one to make him feel that good, so good he was an animal, feral, wild, out of control. I wanted to give him what he’d given me.
I wanted to feel him inside me; I wanted to know how that felt. I wanted to be the thrashing, moaning, sweat-glistening, heaving-breasted, wantonly erotic woman in the pornography I watched, the one on her back as a muscular beast of a man with an enormous penis drove into her.
All this flashed through my head in the few seconds of eye contact, and then I shifted my gaze downward.
To Baxter’s cock.
God, I loved that word. I decided I would use it more often. Cock. I loved the sight of Baxter’s cock, almost as much as I loved the way it felt in my hands. I pinched the bubble at the center of the condom, placed it onto the top of Baxter’s cock, and gingerly rolled the latex downward. Slowly, hesitantly. An inch or so of latex coated his shaft, and I grew bolder, using a caressing motion to roll it the rest of the way onto his massive manhood.
When it was all the way on, I admired my handiwork. Grinned up at him. “I liked doing that.”
He palmed my buttocks with both hands and hauled me closer. “Then I’ll let you do it next time, ’cause I sure as hell liked letting you do it.”
He leaned into me, and his arms wrapped around me, and I felt myself tipping backward in his embrace. My thighs were wedged apart by his waist, and his weight pinned me against the bed, even though I knew he was bracing most of his weight on his arms. His lips brushed mine, and I immediately seized his mouth with mine, taking a wild, heated kiss from him as his fingers explored my pussy, brushing my clit, testing my channel.
He was above me, and I felt the tip of his cock nudging my entrance. “You ready, Eva?”
I swallowed, my heart hammering. Then I nodded. “Yes.”
He grinned down at me. “You sure?”
I clutched at his buttocks. “Totally sure. I need it, Baxter. Please.”
Leaning backward and lifting up, he reached between us and gripped his erection in one hand. “Watch, Eva.” He nudged the tip against me, pressing in ever so slightly. “Watch me put it in you.”
“God, yes.” I lifted up, craning my neck to watch. I glanced at him, and then back down to where we were seconds and mere millimeters from joining. “Now, Baxter.”
His hips flexed gently, carefully, and he slid into me an inch or so. Only a tiny portion of his length, but I felt split apart, my eyes widening at the feel of him inside me. So…much.Yet it wasn’t even a third of him.
“Touch yourself, Eva. I wanna watch you make yourself come while I put my cock inside you.” He growled the words, and it was an order.
But this one time, I didn’t mind—it was exactly what I wanted. My fingers flew to my core, and I touched myself with two fingers, like I did at home in my dorm, alone, watching porn. It took less than a minute for the orgasm to build, as I was primed by the previous three orgasms, and aroused to madness by the erotic vision of Baxter above me, a wall of solid, masculine muscle, his beautiful cock in his fist, that perfect organ splitting open my pussy. Filling it beyond bursting, to the point of pain. But the more I touched myself, the faster the pain of his enormous size inside my tight channel faded and became pleasure.
“More,” I whispered. “Give me more of it.”
He flexed his hips a little more, and my pussy swallowed another inch of him. I was nearing orgasm, now, and that wasn’t enough.
“All of it, Baxter.” I groaned, and then whimpered, and then I felt the orgasm trembling low, behind my core, and I met his gaze as my fingers flew around my clit, bringing me to climax. “NOW! God, Baxter, please…fuck me now!”
“Jesus Christ, Eva—” he snarled, and then…he gave it all to me.
I came.
