His pelvis shifts back and forth just a little, sliding his length against the lips of my sex. I swear my eyes roll back in my head from the sensation. Not saying I could come from it alone. But it’s a hell of a promising start.
“Condom,” he says. “Yes or no?”
I frown in confusion. “Condom?”
“It’s your choice.”
“Ah, well, we’re both safe and have done all the tests and everything.”
“So that’s a definite no?” he asks, clarifying.
“Yes. No.” I blink. “Um. What I mean is, that’s a no to the condom question. Not that I—”
With nil preamble (apart from everything we’ve done since we met), he reaches down, grabs his dick, lines it up with my sex, and rams the fucking thing into me. Just shoves it in. No finesse at all. The air is pushed from my lungs, my body suddenly full to bursting. All I can do is grab his shoulders and hang on. And it’s so good, having all that heat and hardness inside of me, stretching me just so. To finally be one with him. But still…
“Jesus, Beck.”
“I may be a little overexcited.” He rests his forehead against mine, face tortured. “Just give me a minute. I swear I know how to do this.”
I’d laugh, but there’s no air. He’s so raw and exposed right now. We both are. I raise my chin, press my lips to his. I also wrap my legs around the man on the off chance he tries to get away. Then I kiss him some more, sweet and soft. “Take all the time you need.”
We’re both already panting and sweating. He takes the kiss deeper, angling his head, rubbing his tongue against mine. And I like that. While he holds his weight on one arm, the other hand slides down my body, fingers just trailing over my skin. Right up until he grabs my thigh and stirs that big cock inside of me. Holy fucking shit.
He groans. “You feel so damn good.”
“So do you.”
Then he really starts to move, working himself in and out of me. Pulling that thick length way back until the head of his cock teases the sensitive tissue near my entrance, before gliding back in. He’s right, I’m ridiculously wet. And getting wetter all the time. It’s the feel of him, the scent of him, and the sound of him whispering dirty things in my ear. Like how he’s been needing to fuck me since the first time he saw me. Like how I’m going to be on my back in his bed every day from now on. I heartily approve of both of these things.
With every motion, his chest brushes against my breasts, making my nipples ache. He grinds the base of his cock against my clit and I gasp. No doubt, he knows how to do this. Not that I ever really doubted. He goes harder and faster and everything just gets better. Especially when he reaches down between us, rubbing all around my swollen clit. My fingernails dig into his back. I just need something to hold on to, something to keep me grounded. Because my blood is running hot, everything low in my body tense and tight. I’m right on the edge.
“Fuck. Beck.”
“C’mon,” he coaxes.
It’s like lightning, the sensation he sends crashing through me. Electric and blinding, shocking and real. You could even say it was heaven sent, delivered via Beck. It just feels that good. My mind is blown, my body shaking. He labors on top of me, slamming his cock in once, twice more before coming hard. Then we’re two sweaty skins plastered together thanks to body fluids. The weight of him heavy and wanted.
I wrap my arms around him since no other limbs are currently working. Just lie there and wait for my pussy to stop quaking. For some kind of cognizant thought process to kick in. Anytime now. No rush.
Which is when Beck draws his still semi-hard cock out of me and collapses at my side. It’s quite dramatic. Nice to know I’m not the only one affected.
“Are you still alive?” I ask.
“No.”
“That’s sad.”
“You killed me.”
I roll onto my side and rise up on one elbow. “Oh. Sorry.”
His glistening cock lies against his hip. It’s quite the impressive appendage. “Stop staring at my dick, you siren. It’s needs a minute, then we’ll go again.”
“Okay.”
He winces, lifting one shoulder. “I think you Wolverine’d my back.”