from, I knew I wouldn't be satiated until
he was inside me.
"Please," I begged him, trying to drag him up
my body. I needed him to fuck me, needed him so deep in me that it
hurt. I wanted him to fuck me hard, to wear me out. I wanted to
feel soreness in my muscles for days. We'd waited long enough. We'd
waited six years, and that was long enough.
He eased his fingers from me and covered my
body. I wrapped my legs around his waist, not caring that my wet
pussy was plastered against his very expensive trousers. He had to
fuck me, or I would die, I was absolutely sure of it. We could
worry about the dry cleaning bill later.
He kissed me, and I tasted myself on his lips
before he raised his head. "We have to go upstairs." He brushed my
hands away from the slender silver buckle on his belt, laughing as
he did. "We have to go to the bedroom; it's where the condoms
are."
I let him help me to my feet and balanced
with a hand on his shoulder as I plucked my remaining shoe from my
foot before we attempted the stairs. Halfway up, he stopped me and
pressed me against the wall, burying his face in my neck to nibble
at my throat. I wrapped my arms around his shoulders, and his hand
fell to the clasp of my bra, releasing it. We left it behind on the
steps, his shoes, as well. Somehow, we made it to the bed, and I
lay naked on the thick white duvet while he unbuckled his belt and
slid his trousers and boxers down.
For the first time all night, my resolve
somewhat wavered. I remembered Neil being big. He was definitely
the most well endowed man I'd ever been with. But in the
intervening years I'd somehow lost my perspective on just how big
he really was. To say he was intimidating would have been an
understatement. Professional porn stars are less well hung.
He correctly gauged my reaction, his
expression grim. "I would understand, if you didn't - "
"No, no. I still want to." I felt like an
asshole. He must have gotten my reaction more than once. Hell, he'd
gotten it more than once from me, because six years ago I'd
practically fled the room. But I'd trusted him to be gentle then. I
didn’t know what I was afraid of now. I knew I had nothing to worry
about. I shook my head, embarrassed. "Sorry. I can't believe I
forgot such a substantial detail."
He laughed, his relief evident. "I was
worried you might have changed your mind."
"Never." I cupped my swollen, slick sex in my
hand and plunged two fingers into my body. His lips parted as he
watched me, and I saw his indrawn breath in the rise of his
chest.
"Please," I moaned, moving my fingers slowly
out, then pushing back in. I plucked at my hard nipple with my
other hand, writhing against the duvet. "Please fuck me."
He got a condom from the bedside table drawer
and sheathed himself, then he was on me, covering me, pinning me to
the mattress. The wide tip of his cock pushed against me, and I
held my breath. My body opened reluctantly, my flesh engorged from
the pleasure he'd already given me. The head of him slipped in
faster than I expected, and I startled at the burning stretch. I
willed myself to relax as he sank into me. That made it easier. I
held onto his shoulders as I opened around him, taking him in.
He braced himself with a hand against the bed
and gasped, "You're so tight. Am I hurting you?"
“No, it’s just... been a long time.” I lifted
up, taking him deeper. He groaned and pulled back, almost entirely
out, before slowly pushing in again.
All my earlier feelings of disbelief
vanished. I was no longer shocked that this was happening, after
such a long time. I was completely lost in the moment, desperate to
commit every sensation to memory, knowing I would never accurately
remember, no matter how hard I wished. When he withdrew, I clung to
him with my cunt and my legs, trying to bring him back. I matched
his every move, rolling my hips, taking more of him on every
thrust.
Everything ceased to matter. Our strange
relationship, our ages, what would happen at work...
he was inside me.
"Please," I begged him, trying to drag him up
my body. I needed him to fuck me, needed him so deep in me that it
hurt. I wanted him to fuck me hard, to wear me out. I wanted to
feel soreness in my muscles for days. We'd waited long enough. We'd
waited six years, and that was long enough.
He eased his fingers from me and covered my
body. I wrapped my legs around his waist, not caring that my wet
pussy was plastered against his very expensive trousers. He had to
fuck me, or I would die, I was absolutely sure of it. We could
worry about the dry cleaning bill later.
He kissed me, and I tasted myself on his lips
before he raised his head. "We have to go upstairs." He brushed my
hands away from the slender silver buckle on his belt, laughing as
he did. "We have to go to the bedroom; it's where the condoms
are."
I let him help me to my feet and balanced
with a hand on his shoulder as I plucked my remaining shoe from my
foot before we attempted the stairs. Halfway up, he stopped me and
pressed me against the wall, burying his face in my neck to nibble
at my throat. I wrapped my arms around his shoulders, and his hand
fell to the clasp of my bra, releasing it. We left it behind on the
steps, his shoes, as well. Somehow, we made it to the bed, and I
lay naked on the thick white duvet while he unbuckled his belt and
slid his trousers and boxers down.
For the first time all night, my resolve
somewhat wavered. I remembered Neil being big. He was definitely
the most well endowed man I'd ever been with. But in the
intervening years I'd somehow lost my perspective on just how big
he really was. To say he was intimidating would have been an
understatement. Professional porn stars are less well hung.
He correctly gauged my reaction, his
expression grim. "I would understand, if you didn't - "
"No, no. I still want to." I felt like an
asshole. He must have gotten my reaction more than once. Hell, he'd
gotten it more than once from me, because six years ago I'd
practically fled the room. But I'd trusted him to be gentle then. I
didn’t know what I was afraid of now. I knew I had nothing to worry
about. I shook my head, embarrassed. "Sorry. I can't believe I
forgot such a substantial detail."
He laughed, his relief evident. "I was
worried you might have changed your mind."
"Never." I cupped my swollen, slick sex in my
hand and plunged two fingers into my body. His lips parted as he
watched me, and I saw his indrawn breath in the rise of his
chest.
"Please," I moaned, moving my fingers slowly
out, then pushing back in. I plucked at my hard nipple with my
other hand, writhing against the duvet. "Please fuck me."
He got a condom from the bedside table drawer
and sheathed himself, then he was on me, covering me, pinning me to
the mattress. The wide tip of his cock pushed against me, and I
held my breath. My body opened reluctantly, my flesh engorged from
the pleasure he'd already given me. The head of him slipped in
faster than I expected, and I startled at the burning stretch. I
willed myself to relax as he sank into me. That made it easier. I
held onto his shoulders as I opened around him, taking him in.
He braced himself with a hand against the bed
and gasped, "You're so tight. Am I hurting you?"
“No, it’s just... been a long time.” I lifted
up, taking him deeper. He groaned and pulled back, almost entirely
out, before slowly pushing in again.
All my earlier feelings of disbelief
vanished. I was no longer shocked that this was happening, after
such a long time. I was completely lost in the moment, desperate to
commit every sensation to memory, knowing I would never accurately
remember, no matter how hard I wished. When he withdrew, I clung to
him with my cunt and my legs, trying to bring him back. I matched
his every move, rolling my hips, taking more of him on every
thrust.
Everything ceased to matter. Our strange
relationship, our ages, what would happen at work...
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