“Put your arms around my neck,” I tell her. “I’m going to move now. You’ll need something to hang on to.”
She does as I instruct, and by the slumberous gaze and the way her limbs have tightened all around me, I know she’s with me. I press my forehead against hers and watch her expressive eyes as I stroke in and out of her in slow, measured movements. Each drag along her tissues is the first of its kind, and the wonderment and delight is driving me out of my mind. I’ll never forget this moment.
As the path becomes slicker and easier, I begin to speed up, and her thighs cling to my hips. I kiss her, sipping from her lips at first and then thrusting my tongue into her mouth as I’m thrusting between her legs. She moans and shudders under me. I can feel my orgasm building, and I need her to come before me. Her need before mine—always. I move my hips, altering my pattern and listening intently until I hear her breath hitch as I catch the right spot. Then I work that over and over until her moans turn to cries.
“I’ve got you,” I whisper against her mouth.
Dipping a hand between us, I circle and press her tender flesh until I can actually feel the rhythmic clenching and unclenching of her body as she comes. It’s the sign I’ve been waiting for, and all my control vanishes. Mindlessly I thrust into her as my own pleasure overtakes me. Her hips rise to meet mine and her nails dig into my shoulders. She’s taking everything I have and demanding more. I’m no longer gentle or caring because I’m beyond that. I’m in another plane where I’m controlled by my lust and desire for her, but her passionate cries in my ear tell me she’s there too. Finally I jet what seems like buckets of come into the condom, my body jerking against hers.
I collapse on the bed and roll to the side, careful to remain inside her. I should immediately withdraw and take care of the condom, but I need to hold her. She’s shuddering against me, her whole body shaking with the bliss of our joining. I stroke her shoulders and press small kisses along her shoulder and neck, inhaling the scent of her hair and of us. I pull out, holding the base of the condom so there aren’t any leaks and tie it off. I toss it onto the T-shirt on the floor that I figure I’ll have to throw away after tonight.
After we both catch our breaths, she speaks with deep satisfaction, “God, Nathan, I want to do this again a thousand times.”
Grinning at her, I say, “Me too.”
She runs her fingers through my hair and laughs, and the sound of it goes into my ears and straight into my dick. The sudden hardness against her soft skin causes her eyes to widen. “So soon?”
“Yup.” My grin gets bigger. Hope she’s not too sore tomorrow.
“Nathan.” She clutches at my shoulders, which are slippery from the sweat I’ve worked up loving every inch of her body. My name is a trembling whisper on her lips, and like every other word, sigh, and exclamation that has come out of her mouth, I tuck it into my memory bank, overwriting every other girl who has ever been with me before.
Leaning down, I gently press my lips against hers and lose myself in her taste. Kissing her is more erotic and more moving than all the other times I’ve stuck my dick into someone’s body. I can’t envision wanting more than her, ever. I pull out another condom and roll it on. Her legs curve around me as I press inside once more.
I hiss at the sensation of her tightening around me, hugging me so tautly that it’s hard to withdraw. Instinct takes over, and my hips begin thrusting against her harder and faster until I release all the tension that has pooled at the base of my spine. Replete with satisfaction, I collapse on her. She doesn’t even flinch at the heaviness of my body pressing her further into the mattress.
“Sorry,” I mumble against the damp skin of her neck.
“Mmmhmmm,” she says. Her hands trail over my shoulder blades and down, parallel to my spine. Despite having just enjoyed the hell out of her for the second time tonight, I feel myself harden, in response.
“No,” she laughs. “I can’t. Not again.”
“Just ignore me,” I say. Jesus, I’ve never been this horny. I should be satisfied, and I am, really. It’s just that everything about her turns me on right now. With what I feel is a superhuman effort, I push off from her body and tug the condom off carefully. In the bathroom, I wrap it in toilet paper and shove it to the bottom of the trash can along with the previous rubber victim.