“Oh, such a way with words.” Lana opened her arms to accept him into a carnal embrace. The head of his covered cock rubbed the inside of her thigh. “I thought you were going to comment on my cunt.”
“Not yet.” He kissed her, tongue dipping into her mouth, sinking slowly, slowly toward her throat. Breath passed from him to her. It relaxed Lana, which was what she needed. Because no matter how badly she wanted to be with him, there was still the matter of biology. Nothing is worse or more embarrassing than being gung-ho about sex and then having things clench up too tight. “Give me a moment and I’ll provide a full review.”
“Be careful. Don’t hurt a girl’s feelings.”
Ken tested her entrance with the head of his cock. Shit, shit. Lana focused on pleasant things, like the way he looked at her, nothing but a cool calmness on his visage. “Ready?”
Such a sensual voice. Asking that simple word was enough to make Lana writhe like a madwoman at the height of her pleasure. “I’ve been ready. I can’t stop thinking about what you’re going to do to me.”
One inch entered her. Ken momentarily dropped his façade that said he was unaffected by whatever they did. He’s so affected. That was an aching relief on his face. Enough of one to compel Lana to touch his cheek and coax him to kiss her again.
The deeper he entered, the deeper his kisses became. One sweet, agonizing inch for every twist of his tongue against hers. Lana was a glutton for both. I want him everywhere at once. Her body welcomed him, her own ache sated by the tender strokes of his cock within her. She moaned into his mouth and swallowed him, hungry for more. Ken waited until he was all the way in before slowly rocking against her.
“Fuck,” he groaned into the maw of her opened mouth. “You were right. That’s… tight.”
You’re telling me? She wasn’t even about to come, yet her core clamped on the man’s cock as if it were ready to milk him dry. The best fucking feeling. “Too tight?”
“There’s no such thing.” He diverted his mouth to her shoulder, lightly sucking her skin and leaving the pinkest mark behind. “How’s it for you? Okay?”
“Okay?” Lana pushed her hips up, wanting more. “I’m fucking fantastic, skip.” She clung to his shoulders and bent her knees. The slight shift in the angle of penetration granted them both what they wanted. Lana’s little cry of pleasure was only rivaled by the grunt in Ken’s throat. “Fuck me. Please. I’m ready.”
“But do you need me?”
“Yes!”
“Thank God.” He wrapped both of his arms beneath her and thrust, hard. “Because I’m about to lose my mind. I need this too.”
Lana knew a lot of things about sex, but she had no idea what it felt like for a man of any size to fuck her. Not just his physiology, but hers as well. How tight is too tight? Am I not deep enough? Will I hurt his feelings if I have to stop because it hurts? What a time for her insecurities to manifest! Poor Lana wanted to enjoy herself. What woman wouldn’t? She was in bed with a handsome man who made her feel at ease, let alone good.
Did Ken feel good right now? Was it exceptional? Mediocre? Stop doing this to yourself! You’re supposed to be having sex! Why was Lana even dwelling on this? She rarely obsessed over how a guy felt while fucking her. Why was Ken so different?
Indeed… why was he so different?
Was it his skill? His careful way of entering her, hitting her where it created the best sensation, and pulling back out again? Ken’s hips thrust in an even, steady rhythm that was both blissfully predictable and mesmerizing. Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me… Lana loved it. His perfect thickness that filled her without hurting her; his virile groans muffling her moans as he kissed her; his strong hands either pinning her to the bed or tenderly touching her sensitive skin. Lana opened her legs until she had him as deep as she could take him. Ken’s breathing increased. His hands slapped against her hips, holding them down so he could fuck her with abandon. Lana used the opportunity to slip her hand down her slit and find her swelling clit. She wasn’t the only one beginning to swell. Ken’s cock grew thicker, but he had gone at her enough that her body easily stretched to accommodate his growth.