He’s not the only one dripping. Creamy hot slickness leaks from my sex, wetting—soaking—my curls. Unable to stand the emptiness another moment, I reach past his arm to take hold of him. I give him a tug.
Lucan’s grunt sounds more like he’s choking.
His thick flesh kicks so hard, for a moment, I wonder if he just came.
But I run my thumb over his tip, feel him thump in my hand, and receive nothing but a trickle of precum. Ah, so that was only his cock leaping with excitement. Whew!
Breath held, I take his shaft more firmly into my hands and aim it down, angling it away from his abdomen and pointing it at me.
Squeezing my breast, watching me take him in my grip, Lucan’s chest vibrates with a deep purr. It’s a sound of encouragement—and pain. He needs this as badly as I do.
But holding him this way, I’m beginning to get misgivings. He’s big.
“Sit up,” I pant.
He immediately does, his reach long enough he’s able to continue fondling my chest even as he grants me the access we both need.
Burning and hungry with lust, I wetly lick my hands and jack him with my fists, spreading my spit and his precum over his overly-large crown and down the arc of his shaft. My attention has him lurching forward with a low moan, thrusting into my hands. His eyes meet mine a second before he devours me in a kiss.
Aiming the fat head of him along my cream-soaked lips, teasing him up and down, slicking him more thoroughly, I gasp when he makes an eager little thrust, bumping his tip inside me.
“Susan,” he breathes roughly, face a beautiful mask of erotic strain.
With the spongey, hot head of him seated at my entrance, his hips flex with an instinctual thrust, shoving in an inch.
We both make breathy, almost pained sounds of pleasure.
Panting, he pulls back, withdrawing fully before his eyes meet mine, shockingly direct.
Bringing my knees up along his sides, I lock my ankles over his back, signaling that I’m ready. But in case he needs the words, I encourage him. “Fill me up, Lucan. I want to feel all of you.”
His cock forcefully pulses, and he slams in, stretching me, filling me with his hardness, making me cry out. AND HIS CURVE. Feeling it work its magic, I moan and fall back, my neck going full rubber noodle. His special dick is hugging my g-spot, and when he begins to pull out, it adds a dragging pressure before he slides in again, cupping it with his hardness.
The muscles along my inner thighs begin to quiver.
It’s real work to raise my head, but I want to watch.
Propped up on his arms, Lucan is watching too. He’s staring at his cock’s slow retreat, pulling out from my puffy lips all glossy and wet. And then he angles himself, sinking in again, looking wonderstruck as he brushes a careful thumb along my obscenely stretched labia.
His eyes meet mine, and darken.
“I want to touch you,” he shares. “Like this.” To my surprise and delight, he means my clit. He strums it, the gentle manipulation making me moan his name.
“Show me what you like,” he orders, riding an edge of need that’s plain in the gruffness of his voice.
I sit up on an elbow and reach for his hand, guiding his fingers to touch me while he thrusts. I offer to take over, but he jerks his head in negation. Wanting to please me this way himself.
I’m not about to argue. His intrinsic impulse is to satisfy me, and I’m kind of in love with this about him.
He coaxes my body into giving him what we both want: I come with the force of an explosion, crying out his name as he watches me raptly, hissing, “Yesss, Susan, just like that.”
My insides flutter strongly around him, a squeezing treat he apparently wasn’t expecting—or maybe it just feels better than he could have ever hoped for. His lips part in shock and he goes still inside me, absorbing the sweet clenching he’s wrought.
They’re the strongest contractions I’ve ever experienced during an orgasm, making me wonder if my body has been waiting for Lucan all my life, and I didn’t even know it.
“Wow,” he gasps, dropping his head back, swallowing hard, baring his teeth as my pussy continues to ripple tightly around the length of him. And—if possible, he feels like he’s getting bigger every time my insides squeeze him.