close my eyes tight, letting it wash all over me. That sensation of complete surrender.
I didn’t think I’d be able to come like that and Reed achieved it in under ten minutes. Someone, give this guy a standing ovation!
When I open my eyes to look at him, he’s smiling at me.
“I want more,” I say, hissing with desire.
Reed moves off the bed, but only so he can take off his pants.
I sit up, dazed from my orgasm, to watch him. His jeans are on the floor. He pulls down his black underwear and then finally, I see his cock. He takes himself in his hand, slowly stroking. He is already very big and hard, rock-solid and ready for me.
I feel a shiver run down my spine. He looks so big. Too big. The only thought running through my head is how will he fit inside me? I don’t want to disappoint him. I don’t want to do something that will prove how inexperienced I am. Even though I am completely inexperienced.
But at the same time, I can feel my instincts kicking in. I know I need to hold him. Stroke him.
Reed comes towards me and I position myself on my knees again, on the edge of the bed. I hesitate because I don’t want to slip up. Because I want to do this right.
His cock is right in front of me, and he waits. There’s no pressure. There’s no rush. When I look up at him, his blue eyes are dark and heavy. He knows what he wants. He wants me.
My mouth falls open with desire. It’s right there at the pit of my stomach. A burning, consuming desire for Reed’s cock. I never thought I would ever feel this way about a man’s body. I have lived my life in fear of what would happen on my first encounter with a cock.
But I reach for him now, take him in my hand. His cock is stiff and smooth. My heart is pounding and I begin to stroke. Somehow, I know exactly what to do.
I’m trying to be gentle with him, too, the way he has been with me. While I hold him and stroke him, up and down, I don’t want to be too rough.
Reed reaches for my shoulders with both hands, keeping a steady grip on me. By the way he’s looking at me now, it looks like I’m doing this right.
My confidence swells. I like how this feels—to have this kind of power over Reed’s body. I can feel his cock growing in my hand, and I rub him more. Rolling my hips and moving my body to the rhythm of my own hand on him.
He lets out a deep groan all of a sudden, and I know he’s close too. Very close to the edge. He jerks himself out of my hand, and before I know what he’s going to do, he’s grabbed me by my waist and flung me back down on the bed again.
I’m all his. This is the moment…
Reed climbs on top of me, stretching himself, pinning my arms down with his arms and my legs down with his too. We kiss again; it’s a soft and slow burn, and I’m dying to touch myself. His cock is heavy and rubbing into the inside of my thighs. I can feel him there. Just there, between me.
Reed gently pulls his mouth away from mine and looks deep into my eyes.
“Is this what you want, Ella?” he asks.
I’m in a daze again. This has to be some kind of dream. I nod, and he grabs my hips, holding me down. When he enters me, it feels heavy and scary at first. I don’t know what to expect. I don’t even expect it to feel good, but inch by inch, he pushes himself in.
I wrap my arms around his neck as he pushes inside and then waits, giving my body time to adjust to him. I want him to start moving. I want him to do it…take me the way he would take anyone else.
He sees the steely determination in my eyes and knows what I want. Reed starts moving, pumping his cock in me.
In and out. His cock is so big. It’s starting to feel good very quickly. I didn’t think he would fit but my body adapted to his size fast. His breaths are sharp. He doesn’t take his eyes off me. I have nowhere to look but straight at him.