“Get your goddamned pants off,” I groan, shoving myself against him several more times. He laughs, since obviously he can’t drop his drawers with me wrapped around him like this. Finally, I compromise, reaching to shove the elastic waistband of his pants down just enough to free that beautiful cock I’ve missed so much. I grab it confidently and give him a firm jerk up and down, which has him hissing through his teeth again.
I grin and look him in the eye while I continue stroking him. I’m definitely not the shy, naïve girl he first met. But from the way he’s grinning at me, he’s loving every bit of the new me. His cock flexes in my hand, sending my own sex spasming.
“Found a new toy you like?” he asks, his devilish grin still in place.
“You have no idea.” I lick my lips. Then I drop down and lick just the crown of his cock, keeping eye contact the whole time.
He looks like he might swallow his tongue, his face gets so blissed out. “Fuck, Sarah.” He collapses back onto his elbows.
I keep a firm hold on his giant cock so I can pump him up and down with my hand while licking all around the bulging head. When I finally give in and suction my mouth around him, he swears and collapses back onto the bed, but only for a second before he’s propping himself up to watch me again.
I suck him in as far as I can take him and then I relax my throat muscles to swallow him further still. When it’s not being forced on me, I find that I love the power of this position. I hum around him and his hands shoot to my hair. He doesn’t hold me down, though, he just starts to caress me.
“So fucking beautiful. Christ, Sarah. I love you. I fucking love you.”
And then he does apply pressure, but only because he’s pulling me off of him. I lick his cock the whole way off and let go of him with a loud pop. And then he’s lifting my body up the bed so that we’re face to face. His lips devour mine as he rolls us over and pins me beneath him.
“I need inside you.” His voice is a low, hungry growl, and the huge cock that was just down my throat bobs at my wet netherlips. “Can I?”
Always waiting for permission. Never taking without asking. This is the man I love. Our eyes lock again as I reach down and guide him inside. We both breathe out in pleasure when he enters me.
As turned on as I am, I’m tight and he feels it. I simply haven’t had sex very often—three times in twelve months doesn’t exactly make me well traveled down there.
He’s slow in his rediscovery of me, and his face reflects his wonder at every moment. “Sarah.” Even my name sounds like a song on his lips as he pushes in so slowly, so achingly slowly, filling me up bit by bit. I relax and let him in. I want to receive him greedily even though I know my body needs a moment to adjust. He’s so large and I know it would kill him if he hurt me even a little bit.
Finally, finally, he’s fully seated inside me. We rest there a second, me full of him, pelvises touching, his hazel eyes searching mine. With as turned on as I know he is, it’s got to be killing him not to be pumping for friction now. But he stays still, concerned eyes watching me like he’s trying to see if I’m feeling any discomfort at all.
“I love you so much, Dominick.” I lean up and kiss him, which causes him to shift slightly inside me. It only feels good and makes my sex start to thrum with need. I pull back and hold his face. “Make love to me.”
And he does. With an achingly slow glide out and then another gentle push in, he starts making love to me. The warm glow begins to build inside. Desperately, I wrap my legs around his waist and clutch him to me.
“Dominick,” I cry out, feeling so vulnerable in this moment. But not afraid. Never afraid with him so close.
I think he feels it too because he starts shaking again like he was back at the cemetery. He kisses my lips, down my neck, to my breasts, then back up to my mouth. Until finally, he just holds me to him, thrusting in and out, faster now as we both seek release. I meet him with each plunge, clutching him by the back of his neck, feeling his corded muscles flex and seeing beads of sweat break out on his forehead.
His features knot into an expression that looks like a mixture of pleasure and pain and I imagine I look the same.