It wasn’t so much thick, but girthy and long, impossibly long … I could see why he propositioned me after only a few minutes at the bar; I could only imagine that his cock took up much of his time. I worked my lips over his velvet steel and enjoyed his little mewls and grunts when I hit a sensitive spot. It made me want to work harder and smarter. I sucked while diddling my tongue on his slit, and that got a hand in my hair pressing me forward.
I would have hated the gesture, but it was coupled with a pathetic yelp that made me know he was only acting out of feral instinct. I did my best to take him down my throat, but there was no possible way … so I worked my hands, my tongue, and used my human hoover skills to bring him right on the brink. He bucked and shuddered as driblets of pre-cum coated my tongue.
“Good, good, wow … okay. Up you go.” He gathered me up to face him, pulling me up to his mouth.
His tongue was ardent and demanding. My heart raced, and I had to gasp between kisses for air. It was a little frantic, a little scary, but very erotic. At the same time, his hardness slowly and methodically pulsed up and down over my belly until we fell into the rhythm of erotic dance.
His fingers soon found my center again and danced on my clit until the nub peeked its head out and wanted to play. Then with a little more force than I was expecting, he pinched it and sent me rocketing to the moon. During that spike of ecstasy, he smoothed the slick and bulbous head of his cock over my pussy, back and forth in the same hypnotically rhythmic strokes.
“Are you sure,” I came up for air, “we should do this?” I wiggled on him offering big, wide puppy eyes. “I need to be able to walk the runway on Saturday.”
His laughter heated my ear. “Four days is plenty of time to recover.”
I dropped my head to his shoulder and groaned as he continued to stroke himself over my dripping wet core.
“Don’t worry, I’ll be nice …” he added. “Very nice.” His fingers punctuated his statement by diving into me and sending another bolt of lightning right through the middle of my body.
I arched my back, and his mouth caught mine as I felt the tip of his cock slide into me.
“Just focus on me,” he said as he directed my chin to his face. “Eyes on me.” He kissed me again as he slowly pressed into me.
My whole body just opened up like a lotus flower and took him … all of him, in slow agonizing inch by inch. The pain ringed with pleasure, and I found myself getting more and more slick with my own incredible arousal. My hips decided it was a party they needed to be invited to and started grinding down on him in tiny thrusts and pulses. With the two of our best efforts, he announced after much less time than I thought it would take that he was in.
“Ha, and you thought it couldn’t be done,” he teased.
“Arhhh ahh.” I had nothing to give him.
My body was stretched to its breaking point, and yet, not. I loved feeling him inside of me. I wasn’t a submissive person, but it was hard not to get hot being entirely, completely, and irrevocably filled with Alec Blair. He was, at that moment, my entire focus and comprised every imaginable spot in my world. He owned me with completeness I’d never known.
I expected him to be snide and commanding like, ‘There you go girl … you took all of me,’ but he was remarkably gentle.
“Okay, Kylie.” He kissed my cheek and forehead, which I hadn’t realized was beaded with perspiration. “I’m not going to move until the color comes back to your face.” Again, another kiss to my cheek and one on my nose. “You are so beautiful.” I didn’t quite hear him as his words were drowned out by him … all of him, just the himness of him.
His tall body dwarfed mine, his muscles were taut and warm, his cock was my entire universe as it became the center of my very being, and yet his kisses and soft words … there was the human I was looking for.
“You move on me when you’re ready.” He spoke into my neck as his mouth wet circles around the sensitive skin.
When my mind came down from the ceiling and I could focus on something that wasn’t just him, I made a tiny effort to move my body to see what I could do with it. Much to my great joy, everything was good. Nice … just full, but I loved the way his veins ignited me from the inside.