Bless a man who lived for that shit. Because Lana had a lot to offer him from the core of her body.
Endorphins tranquilized her almost instantly. Don’t need any tranquilizing, but shit, this is great stuff. Lana completely gave herself over to every whim he had, every inclination she fostered in the bottom of her heart.
She smelled her scent before his lips touched hers. The familiar crinkles of a condom unwrapping enslaved her senses. Ken kissed her. His erection, freed from his pants at some point or another, pressed against her slick entrance. Still unsheathed. Oh, God, that feels so good. Lana was intoxicated on sex enough to think going bareback was the best idea ever. Yet if Ken was already getting out a condom, she wouldn’t say no. This is a fling, right? Be safe, dumbass.
But the endorphins said a lot of things. Like how this wasn’t a fling anymore.
She couldn’t listen to them. Ken was kissing her, sharing her scent and taste with her. His tongue owned her mouth like it had owned her cunt. As soon as the condom was on, he pushed his cock a single inch into her, his sigh of relief breaking Lana in two.
Lana was forbidden from moving. The best she could do was raise her hips to meet his thrusts and turn her head this way and that. She didn’t want to. She wanted to kiss Ken, fully and deeply, while he gently rocked into her at such a good angle. By the time he was completely in her, Lana was already sated from head to toe – but especially deep within. If anything, the best part of this kind of sex was acknowledging how easily her tight confines adjusted to accept him into her body. It was as if every part of her approved of him and the way he could make love.
“What do you want?” Ken whispered against her ear, his breath almost as hot as the sharp intakes diving down his throat. “Tell me what you want, and I’ll give it to you.”
Lana wanted to be untied so she could wrap her arms around him while they had sex. But she also had no problems understanding what was so good about having her wrists bound above her head. I am putting every ounce of trust I have into him. Just like every part of him is in me right now.
“I want you.”
Maybe it was her. Maybe it was some last, lingering naiveté she didn’t know she still had. Maybe it was that, yeah. That was what made her think he really gave her all of him. His heart was on his sleeve, even though Lana couldn’t see it. She could feel it beating, though. Bump. Bump. Bump. Just like the headboard thumping quietly against the bedroom wall. Ken gave her strong, thorough thrusts that brought every delicious inch of his cock closer to her core. Hell yes. He didn’t have to fuck her brains out to give her the perfect experience. It was good enough that Lana was tied up for him, bare, brazen, beautiful. I feel beautiful. I feel like the most desirable woman in the world. That was how Ken treated her when he wasn’t preoccupied with kissing her, his hands sometimes on her cheeks, but mostly touching her bare skin all over.
“I want you too,” he said a minute later. How long had he been thinking that? “Fuck me, Lana, you don’t know what you do to me.”
She had a good idea right now. But again, that could’ve been the last remnants of her naiveté making her feel like a girl again.
She could be a princess.
She could be a queen.
All she needed was the perfect Prince Charming who understood her inside and out. Who didn’t question who she was or what she liked in bed and out. Who wouldn’t be threatened when she commented on someone else’s attractiveness or even dared to suggest they see where this goes. Who would foster crazy levels of delusion for fun and games when the time was right. Who would bring her back down to reality when it was demanded of them. But who would do so with such a gentlemanly quality that Lana didn’t even notice it.
She didn’t realize until then, when Ken upped his thrusts and his cock became almost unbearably large within her, that she really did have a type of man. Turned out it was a man like Ken.
That’s so stupid. Lana didn’t want to get lost in thoughts like this. She wanted to run away from them, to embrace the sexual euphoria getting ready to explode in the both of them. Ken was about to come. His voice was caught in his throat, breath blasting against Lana’s skin. Whimpers. Moans. Groans. Grunts. She didn’t know which sound belonged to whom. She did know what was the mattress squeaking and the headboard hitting the wall, but that didn’t tell her who growled in imminent orgasm and who whimpered to be on the other end of it. Her inner walls contracted; his cock pulled his seed from his sack and brought him to that treacherous edge. That’s so stupid… I don’t know this man. I don’t know him. We’ve barely met. We’ve fucked. Maybe there’s something wrong with the both of us. We don’t even live in the same city. It would never work. Somebody save me.