“You need to stop.” I groaned. “Unless you want me to come in your mouth.” What I really wanted was to sink inside her body, but I’d take this too. “What do you want, Petal?”
She released me and lay back. “I want you inside me,” she said, wrapping her legs around me and tugging my dick to her entrance.
I held back, wanting to remember this moment. I slid my fingers sliding along her pussy and then inside to make sure she was ready for me. I didn’t know how long it had been for her, and I didn’t want to hurt her by plunging in when she wasn’t ready.
“Are you ready for me again?” I asked.
“Yes,” she said on a moan.
“You’re tight, honey.”
“Then it will be extra good for you, right?” she said.
“Jesus, fuck.”
Her words made my dick so hard he was nearly coming out of his skin. I pushed my tip to her entrance, and growling again I slid in, slow.
Holy fuck, she was tight. And hot. My brain started to short circuit at the magnificence I felt.
She whimpered and for a minute I thought I was hurting her.
“Cyrus,” she pleaded, gripping my hips with her hands and pulling me with her legs all at once until I sank fully inside her body.
Sensation after sensation shocked my system. “Aw fuck!” I cried out. “Petal.” I groaned again. “Fucking sweet Petal.”
Her body was like a light socket in
a good way. Heat sizzled around my dick lighting me up like fucking Christmas tree. But I had to be sure it was good for her too.
“Tell me I’m not hurting you,” I gasped as I fought against the instinct to thrust like my life depended on it.
“No. You’re not hurting me.” She arched and moaned. “God, Cyrus…fuck me…I need you to fuck me.”
I was a smart man. I didn’t need to be told twice. I pressed one hand by her head and the other on the back of the couch, and then let loose the beast clawing for release.
I plunged and withdrew, watching her as she arched her head back, reaching for the same release. I was pounding and pounding, her tits bouncing each time I plunged in. It was the sexiest, most erotic things I’d ever seen.
I sped right to the edge and then swore as I pulled back, biting my lip to wait for her. “Petal,” I gasped out. “You need to come…you need to come now…”
I took my hand from the back of the couch, licking my thumb and then rubbing it over her clit.
She screamed out. Her entire body bowed off the couch, and her pussy clamped down on my dick until stars blasted out behind my eyes.
8
Petal
There was an idea perpetuated by society that the handsomer and bigger the man, the better he must be in bed. In Cyrus’ case, that was true. Sure he was broody and aloof, but he was also intense and that intensity was now focused all on me as he plunged inside me drawing out the orgasm to end all orgasms. He’d simultaneously rubbed my clit and it drove me wild.
As the first wave of pleasure shot through me, he let out a feral growl and moved over me again as he let himself go, thrusting and thrusting, harder and harder. I clung to his shoulders as one orgasm seemed to roll into another.
“Fuck!” He plunged in deep, ground his hips into mine, and then shuddered, filling me with warmth. My pussy continued to contract as he did it again, and again.
The rest of my body was like wet noodles; completely limp.
He let out one more shuddering breath and then stilled. For a moment, we simply lay gasping for breath. He started to pull away but I held on to him, not ready for the moment to be over.
“Petal.” He whispered harshly. Then he wrapped his hand around my waist and hauled me up as he switched places, sitting back on the couch and pulling me over him. I collapsed against him, letting my head rest on his shoulder. I didn’t want to look at him. I was afraid he was about to withdraw from me emotionally. Worse yet, I worried he’d regret this. So, I wanted a moment to simply savor the remnants of pleasure still shimmering through me.