My muscles and tissues clenched, the pressure of his hand against my nerves playing me like one of his instruments. It felt like the moaning squeal had been building inside me for years, as it finally let loose, a wild shriek overtaking me as my hips thrashed, my climax nearly tearing me apart.
As I tried to catch my breath, he slipped off my likely ruined panties. His body rolled to cover mine. His chest crushed against my breasts as his hot mouth began devouring me again, while my hand still stroked his cock gently.
Feeling a few drops of moisture at the tip, my thumb rubbed it into his skin. I was rewarded with a deep shudder that ran through him.
“You’re driving me crazy,” he whispered, his hand caressing my breast, pinching my nipple just hard enough to make me gasp. “Mmm, I love the sounds you make.” He was moving his hips slightly, fucking my hand gently against my hip.
Suddenly I felt extra wet, and terribly empty inside. It was almost an ache. “Um, do you have a condom?”
“Yeah, of course.” He jumped up and dug into an inner pocket of his suitcase, then threw several packets on the bedside table before tearing one open.
I tried to laugh without really thinking of all of the other women he’d likely been with as he rolled it on. “I guess rock stars always keep those handy.”
He looked at me oddly. “I guess some do. But all men should have them. You never know.”
His body fit over mine so perfectly. Bending my knees up, I spread wide, breathless and curious. I was nearly shaking just from knowing that he was beginning to nudge inside me. My dreams hadn’t prepared me for how luscious it felt that my body was beginning to open for his.
Our kisses were dreamy, as he murmured, “I’ve been wanting this for so long, Trisha.”
“Me too,” I whispered. The room seemed unnaturally quiet. Every movement, every sigh seemed important.
His hand entwined with my fingers as the other gripped my hip. Soft gray eyes locked with mine as he pressed inside. It was snug, and a little uncomfortable, but I needed him deeper.
“You’re so tight, baby. I don’t want to hurt you.” His eyes clenched. I could feel the tension through every muscle.
He likely knew that it was my first time, but he could probably feel it now. “It’s okay,” I said, trying to breathe calmly. “Please, I want you to.”
“Is this really your…” He trailed off, looking oddly hopeful.
“Yes,” I barely whispered.
“Do you want me to stop? We can wait longer.”
“No, I want you to... I want you,” I stammered.
“I want you, Trisha,” he moaned softly, kissing along my forehead, my cheeks. “Tell
me if it’s too much, okay?”
I nodded as he squeezed my hand. His kiss was as powerful as the pressure inside me. It was too much, in the most perfect way. The uncomfortable stretching was painful for just a moment, then he slowly pulled out, thrusting in again.
In a minute all I felt was deep, raw satisfaction beginning to build in my core.
My head fell back as he nuzzled my throat, and my gaze fell to the mirror on the dresser beside us. Hooking my leg under his arm, he pulled my knee up to spread me even wider. Watching his hips moving up and down in a wave was so sensual, like his body was dancing against mine.
He released my hand, and I grabbed the back of his hair, pulling his mouth to mine hard. “Trisha,” he rasped, “Are you okay?”
“More,” I shuddered, feeling strange deep waves gathering. It was too much, and I never wanted this to stop.
“Oh my god,” he gasped, “I can’t believe how perfect you feel around me.”
His kisses became frantic. Feral. Out of control as he gradually moved faster. The pressure was incredible, and it felt like a tornado inside me was swirling around, gathering strength.
I loved that he wasn’t exactly gentle, the thrill of him dropping all restraint. He must have felt the tension deep within me drawing to the boiling point. His mouth softened, kissing me slowly, coaxing the climax from my body.
The slick sound of his cock sliding so deep into my wetness was so clear. So deliciously filthy. Yet this moment was pure. The confident way he moved made me feel like he owned my pleasure as well.
It felt like he was swelling inside me, becoming even larger. It was so hot that I couldn't form words, my gasping cries completely unintelligible.