Big Man for Christmas - Penny Wylder Page 0,17
kiss her again first. “You want to ride me, Carley?”
She shudders in my arms. “Yes.”
I set her back a little, stretching and reaching to undo my belt. Letting myself out of my jeans, déjà vu hits me hard. This is all desperately familiar, and I love it. I want her anyway she wants, and both of us need to relive this—to see if us together now matches the memory that we’ve created.
My cock was hard the minute she stepped onto the porch, and she stares at it now. She licks her lips before looking back up at me and I feel faint because all the blood in my body is flooding downwards to make sure that I’m as hard as fucking steel.
“When we hugged this afternoon,” she whispers, “you were hard?”
“As a rock.”
“A hug did that to you?”
She’s not mocking me with the question, she’s genuinely curious what about her turned me on. As if there is a single thing about her that doesn’t set me on fire. “No,” I say. “I was hard before that. As soon as I heard you laugh.”
A small intake of breath. “My laugh?”
I pull her closer again. “I love your laugh,” I tell her. “It’s wild and free and beautiful.”
“But,” she says, face confused, “why would that make you want me?”
I make a sound that’s nearly feral. “Carley, there’s nothing about you that doesn’t make me want you.” She’s staring at me in awe. Like I’ve said something that absolutely blows her mind. “Now ride my cock the way you wanted to.”
Those words unlock her movement, and she unbuckles her jeans slowly. I want her to go faster, but she has to be the one to do this. I flash back to that night, both of us writhing on the ground, desperate to get our clothes off enough to be with each other. This is the same. Carley gets her pants off just enough to take me, and then she’s sinking down on my cock and we both moan with the sensation.
Her pussy is so much hotter than the cold air, and she’s so tight, hugging around my dick like a glove that was made for it. Fuck, she feels amazing. Inch by tantalizing inch the drops down onto me until I’m in her completely.
Carley’s breath is coming in tiny gasps, and she holds onto my shoulders, eyes closed. I can tell she’s adjusting to my size, pussy squeezing down on me again and again like a reflex. I fucking love it. I want to thrust up into her until she absolutely screams my name, but I wait.
I can hardly believe that this is real. How many times have I dreamed about that night in the woods? How many times have I wished that I could recreate or relive any part of it? And now to have her here in my arms doing exactly that…
It sends me to the edge like I am still a teenager.
Carley’s eyes open, locking onto mine. There’s light in those eyes, and new fire. She’s ready for me. Leaning forward, she’s the one who kisses me this time as she rocks her hips. Even the tiniest movement is enough to make us both shiver.
It’s like the last time. Our bodies seemed to sync up that night and create passion and pleasure that two virgins didn’t have any right too. It was amazing, but it was also short. Frantic. Beautiful. I want this to be more.
I lean back onto the porch and bring her with me so we’re face to face while she’s on top of me, and we both have more leverage. Dropping my hands to her hips, I guide her as she rocks, winding up into a rhythm.
She closes her eyes and works herself up and down my cock, lips parting in pleasure as she searches for what makes her feel good. I love watching her, seeing the tiny movements of her face that tell me when she finds the perfect angle. I’ll remember them for later. And when her mouth drops open further in a moan, I help her. Locking her in place, I thrust up sharply, burying myself in her again, and again, and again.
Carley’s eyes open, locking on mine again as we both move. Faster now that we’ve found what we need. Both of us desperate for this release. I need to see her come. Want to hear the moans that I remember—the way her voice turns throaty and deep as she cries out in