He brings his face to mine and kisses me. “Should I stop?”
I shake my head and roll my pelvis up, taking him deeper. It hurts less this time, and I try to get used to his firm pressure inside me.
He goes slow, gliding all the way out before sinking back into me again, and after a few minutes, the pain dissolves into a sensation unlike anything I’ve ever experienced. I feel so full, and not just down there. My heart is bursting with everything I’m feeling for this incredible man. With every thrust, I become more aware of the heat of our union and the way he fills me to overflowing, body, heart, and soul. It isn’t long before my gasps are for an entirely different reason.
The ache in my belly swells as he takes his time with me. My pants of “Oh, God,” grow louder with every plunge of his thick length into me. He becomes less careful, lifting me off the mattress and drilling into me with every deepening thrust. I feel myself losing control and it’s amazing.
He’s so hot and hard inside me, like molten steel at my core, threatening to erupt. He shifts and more of his weight presses into my clit as he pumps against me, burying himself to the root, over and over.
As if Rob is the key to my soul, every emotion I’ve ever felt swirls to the surface in a dizzying rush. Electricity crackles under my skin and I hear myself crying out, but there’s nothing I can do to stop it. I’m so firmly rooted to my body that every sensation is intensified and I feel it tenfold. I’ve never experienced sensory overload like this, and it’s so overwhelming that I almost tell him to stop. I’m coming apart and it’s terrifying. But it’s also euphoric. It’s the most intense mix of emotion and sensation I’ve ever felt.
“Give it to me Adri,” he growls on a thrust, and that sends me over the edge.
I’m falling through time and space, but instead of crying out, I’m whispering “Rob” over and over as I plummet to earth. I hear his sharp “Ah!” as he collapses on top of me, and as I vaporize into pure energy, I hear someone crying softly.
I float in white fog for what feels like a long time, and then Rob is kissing my face.
“I’ve got you,” he whispers in my ear, and that’s when I realize the crying is me.
I’m shaking violently, and tears run from the corners of my eyes into my ears. Rob kisses them away. He’s still inside me and as I come back to my body, I feel the sting again. I open my eyes and look into his, so deep and open, and full of love, even if he can’t admit it to himself.
He holds me and kisses away my tears until they finally slow, then pulls slowly out of me and rolls us to our sides. “Did I hurt you?” he asks, his voice all concern, kissing the tip of my nose.
In answer, I draw his face to mine and kiss him with everything I have. He might not be able to admit that he loves me, but by the way he kisses me back, as if his life depended on it, I know he feels it.
We kiss and touch, and it’s not long before I feel myself craving more.
“Don’t get me started again if you can’t follow through,” I warn.
A cocky half smile pulls at the corner of his mouth. “I can promise you there won’t be any issues with lack of follow-through.”
He rolls us so I’m on top, and I sit astride his legs as he pulls off the condom. As he drops it over the edge of the bed, I take his thickening erection in both of my hands. He looks at me with a question in his eyes as I stroke him. In answer, I slide down his legs and lean forward, watching his widening eyes the whole time.
He quirks an eyebrow. “I’m not going to tell you no, if that’s what you’re waiting for.”
I was waiting for a yes, and I take that as one. I swirl my tongue around his swelling tip, and he groans low and deep in his chest.
He tastes salty from the thin sheen of cum, and I didn’t expect that would turn me on so much. A throb starts between my legs.