breast, and gasp when he tweaks one hardened nipple. My head rests against his broad chest, and it’s not much of a reach for me to quickly nip at one of his in return.
“Oh, ho! Feeling frisky, are you?” Sean laughs, and suddenly I’m on my back, and he’s on top of me. His movement was so quick, so fluid, I didn’t realize it was happening until it was over. He stretches my arms above my head, crossed and pinned at the wrist with one of his strong hands. One of his feet is between my ankles, but he’s left my legs together. “You’ve had enough of a breather, then?”
He has me thoroughly controlled. My hands are locked down, and he could force my legs open in a heartbeat. There’s no way I could break free without his permission, his choice to allow it. In any other situation, with any other man, this would be a nightmare.
Here and now? With Sean? It’s a dream come true.
“Yes,” I say, spreading my feet and pulling my knees back. Opening to him, hiding nothing. Sharing everything.
Still restraining both my wrists tightly with one big hand, Sean reaches over to the emergency pack where I’d found the energy bar earlier, and comes back holding a foil packet. He tears it open with his teeth, and unrolls the condom over his shaft.
His-- his cock brushes against my belly and thighs as he kneels between my legs again, and I strain to lift my hips toward it. Sean laughs softly and pulls away, pulling my hands higher and tighter, pinning me to the mattress with a hand just above my mound.
“Please, Sean,” I whimper. “I need you.”
“I, uh, bought these for something else originally,” he says wryly, shaking his head with a chuckle. “They’re not lubricated. Have to make sure you’re ready,” he finishes, and his hand slips through my soft curls. I arch my hips up at him again, trying to make the right contact, and moan as his middle finger swirls a quick, hard circle around my clitoris. A shudder runs through my whole body at the contact, and before it’s even subsided, his finger dips lower, pressing carefully inside me.
“I don’t-” gasp “-think that-” pant “-will be a problem.”
“Still,” he says. “Best to make sure.” He smirks at me again, slipping a second finger alongside the first.
I feel so full, so stretched, just from his fingers, but I’m so wet right now that he’s able to slide them slowly in and out of me almost effortlessly. I know that his cock is much thicker than they are. He’s going to split me in half, and oh God I want him to!
“Sean,” I moan. “Please-” My voice is strangled to a gasp, my head spins, and a fresh new warm rush floods around his fingers as he curls them inside of me.
“You’re right,” he says, with a smug look on his face. “It’s probably not going to be an issue.” I almost want to sob with frustration and loss at the empty feeling when Sean takes his hand away, but now there’s something else pressing against me. Something much bigger, and I can’t wait for it any longer.
“Don’t tease me like this,” I tell him, crying out in frustration at the delay. He’s right there. Just push!
“Courtney--” Sean’s brow is furrowed in a look of sudden concern. “Is this really what you want? Are you really ready for this? I mean, in your heart?”
“Sean Patrick Pearse,” I snarl. “This is the moment I’ve wanted with you, been waiting to have with you, ever since I was old enough to understand what it meant.”
His eyes soften, and I take advantage of the moment to jerk my hands free.
“So, yes. This is what I want. And I’m ready for this.” My arms go around his neck, pulling him down, close to me. Into me. “I love you, Sean.”
“I love you, Courtney.” His eyes never leave mine, not even for a moment, as his entire length enters me slowly. He’s so careful, so gentle. This moment is perfect. It’s everything I’d ever dreamed it could be. A steady rhythm of slow, easy strokes grows faster and harder as we find a pace that suits us, lost in a mindless animal passion. I’ve been holding this all inside for so long, never daring to hope this dream could come true.
It doesn’t take long for him to push me to the brink. Sean’s thrusts are short now, deep and