Amazing, but also a wee bit terrifying, and the same thing that pushes me to my first orgasm.
Heat roars through me, splitting open my sternum first. It unleashes a wave through me from toe tip to root. It’s like nothing I’ve felt before. Too potent, I can’t even scream. Too heavy, I can’t move, only jerk. Too wickedly beautiful, I’m already craving another.
In fact, I’m already begging for it. “Grant, please.”
“Yes.” He grips my shoulders, pulling me down, feeding more of his cock into me. “Let me see that again.”
My knees quiver, this build-up even bigger. Each jerk harder, working into my stomach. It’s never clenched so hard in its life.
“Fuck, your pussy is perfect.” Grant grips at my waist, keeping himself inside as he pushes to his knees and raises my hips up. He suspends my weight, cradling my lower back with his arms.
Lazily, my eyes open, and I’m breathless at the redness coloring his face. He’s about to come, and I’ve never seen such power look so sexy. I squirm as he rifts fully into me, the new angle making it so easy for him to fuck me deeper than before.
“I–” His teeth clench. “Fuck, I’m going to—” He doesn’t even finish the words. He spills into me, a new warmth flooding my body. His loud grunt could be a half scream as it tears through the room.
I moan at how good he feels, though I can’t tell if it’s at the fact that I’m the one he came for, or if my body is simply addicted to the feeling of Grant inside me.
The only certainty I have as we both come off our first experience together is that I’ve surrendered to a man who makes the idea of fire seem like child's play.