“Tucker,” she cried out. “Oh God…Oh God…”
Once again, I brought her down, until she lay quiet on the table.
I stood, taking her hand and helping her sit up.
“Taste how good you are.” I fused my mouth to hers again. When I pulled back, I held my breath as I wondered what she’d do. Would she regret this? Or would she want more?
“I still haven’t paid in full,” she said.
My dick nearly came in my pants. “I was hoping you’d say that.”
6
Holly
I reached for his pants, but he pushed my hands away.
“Let me do it. I might come before we get to the good stuff if you do it,” he said.
“Are you that close?”
He glanced up at me. “I’m fucking close.” He shoved his pants down and then swore. “Fuck…where’s my wallet?” He squatted down and dug his wallet out from his pocket. He stood as he rummaged through it until he pulled out a condom. “I swear I’m usually better at this.”
So far, he was much better than Rick had been. Rick was always a horizontal, missionary in a bed type lover. We never had sex on a table. He never went down on me. And I’d never had the impression that he was on the verge of coming. Even when he did finally come, sometimes I wasn’t sure until the condom came off filled with sperm. So, seeing Tucker was quite a revelation.
He rolled the condom on and grinned. “Okay.” He pulled my head to his and kissed me hard. “Let’s make sure you’re still wet.” He leaned down, and sucked on my nipple as his finger flicked over my clit and then slid to my pussy.
I moaned. “I’m ready.” I was beyond ready, which was surprising since he’d already given me two orgasms. I’d never thought I was a multiple orgasm woman, but Tucker was proving me wrong.
“Thank fuck.” He positioned his dick at my entrance and then plunged, filling me in one hard thrust.
I cried out and gripped his shoulders at the shock of his size and penetration.
“Jesus, did I hurt you?”
“No. God, I feel so full.” My breath stalled for a moment at the pressure and fullness.
He kissed my neck and kneaded my nipples as he moved. He let out a low groan as if he was trying to hold back. Like he was waiting for me. But I didn’t care if I came again. I wanted to know what it felt like to have a man desperate to come, use my body to do it.
“Fuck me, Tucker. Hard. Fast. Whatever you want.”
He growled. It was like a tether had broken. His hands gripped my hips, yanking me forward as he plunged inside, again, and again. Each stroke, he felt bigger, longer. I swore I could feel every ridge of him as he thrust in and withdrew. Over and over.
“Fuck, I’m gonna come…I’m gonna come Holly.”
“Yes.” My hips rocked in time with his all of their own accord. Tension coiled tight in my pussy, building until I didn’t think I could take it anymore. I had to come. I was desperate for it. “Oh God Tucker…now…now!”
He thrust and then ground his pelvis against me, hitting that one spot inside me that I thought was only a myth.
I cried out again as intense pleasure burst, careening through my body, making me tense and then shudder.
“Fuuucccckkkk…” he moaned out as he rammed in again. “Yes, yes…Holly…squeeze my dick…”
His words were like a catapult, rocketing me up and sending soaring again. Our bodies shook and rocked and slapped on the table. It probably looked like a porn movie but I didn’t care. I’d never felt such an intense orgasm or had sex that seemed so primal, so raw.
Finally, he released my hips, his hands going to the table beside me as he heaved in breaths. My own breath was harsh, like my lungs were bellowing.
“That was fucking fantastic,” he said. He lifted his head and grinned. “Fucking fantastic. I knew it would be.”