and it started all over again. My whole body felt hot and cold all at once. His fingers speared through my hair, his mouth softly rained moist kisses on my lips, my chin, my jaw, and cheeks.
“Pull out a little and push back,” I whispered.
The sensation was so strange, a little uncomfortable. It wasn’t necessarily unpleasant. Just confusing.
He pushed back in a little farther this time.
“Again.”
His hand slipped from my face to my shoulder, his hand grasping tight. He pulled back, pushed farther forward.
“Fuck,” he hissed. “God, you’re so fuckin’ tight. Does it hurt?”
“No,” I replied.
It was starting to feel good, even when he pulled out. It was like the nerve endings in my ass were rethinking their sensation output. Phil was being so romantic—slow and tender, taking his time, watching me, feeling me for signs of discomfort.
Unlike his other first time, he wants this to be what that should have been for him.
He pulled back, pushed in, pulled back, pushed in even further.
And once more…
He’s in.
From the waist down, I was burning with icy chills—yeah, that was exactly what it felt like. Filled and stretched beyond anything I’d ever comprehended before, it was weird and wonderful all at once.
“Oohhh…” he moaned, wrapping me in his arms and burying his face in my hair. The movement caused me to spasm around him. “Oh God…”
We were so still, listening to each other’s breaths, the thundering of our hearts. He held me tightly, willing me to ease myself back into him. Fluttering beats started dancing through me, his cock twitching in response.
“I can feel your pulse all around me,” he whispered. “It’s fuckin’ incredible.”
Pressing back into him, I just needed to feel him moving inside me. The fluttering turned to throbbing, a sweet ache building up in pressure. My cunt felt heavy, flushed and hot.
Taking his hand from my shoulder, I guided it between my legs. “Please.”
“Give me your sweet mouth,” he demanded, slipping his long fingers into the slick folds when I did.
We sucked, bit, and licked each other’s tongues and lips until we were breathless and moaning. I wasn’t sure he realized it, but he started to slowly pump into me, his fingers stroking between my legs.
“Holy fuck, Kenna,” he whispered, breathless.
“More,” I demanded. “It’s good, babe. I just need a little—oohhh!”
Something fucking magnificent was happening inside me. White-hot waves of raw sensations crashed through my whole body. My neck arched, my tits got hard, and my nipples could fucking cut glass. Each stroke he delivered thrust me higher, working me into a mindless moaning frenzy.
“Harder!” I shouted.
His fingers bore down on my clit, and his forearm beneath my head pushed out, crossing up over my chest, anchoring me to him, helping him increase his tempo. Punching his hips with short hard thrusts, he hit something phenomenal.
It was his fucking magic spot, only from the backside.
“Ohhh fuuuck! Harder!” I wailed.
I came from inside my ass. I came from my clit. My whole cunt convulsed, too. Everything inside me fucking orgasmed. It was so intense. I could not stop screaming.
Phil’s teeth sank into my shoulder, and I came from that, too. Fucking sensation overload! When he roared incoherently through the mouthful of my flesh, I came again, even harder.
Crushing me in his arms, his swollen dick blew up inside me. He was straining so hard, pressing so deep, grunting and groaning and panting, while his cock continued to twitch long after his orgasm had left him.
He tongued lazy circles over his bite mark and pressed his lips softly to it.
“Wow,” he breathed.
Throat raw from shouting, I swallowed and could only nod my head.
“I love you,” he said softly in my ear, his lips brushing lightly over it. “That was the most amazin’ first I’ve ever had.”
“Something…like…” Fuck, my brain fritzed. “Love…you…shit.”
Phil busted out in roaring laughter, rolling his upper body back so as not to deafen me. “Oh my God! Fuckin’ priceless!”
I started laughing, too, reducing both of us to hysterics, his cock still in my ass.
“Oh my God, Phil. Pull out!” I wheezed.
“But you’re all warm and comfy—”
“Phil!” I snapped but ruined it by laughing more.
“Ha-ha, I can feel it when you laugh.”
“Stop it!” I snorted.
“All right, all right.” He giggled.
Giggled.
There was nothing sweeter than the sound of Phil fucking Deveraux giggling.
Placing his warm palm on my hip, he sweetly kissed my cheek, slowly drawing himself out. Taking my face in his hands, he looked down into my eyes. “That was fuckin’ awesome, Kenna.”