Tight

“Touch me, Kennedy. Fuck, I need you to touch me.”

“Roman,” she whispered. “I don’t know what I’m doing here.”

I rested my forehead against hers and closed my eyes. “You know what you’re doing. You’re perfect. Perfect,” I said again and pulled back, opened my eyes, and looked at her. I took her hand in mine, led it between our bodies, and placed it right over my cock. A deep groan left me at that touch, my balls drawn up tight, the very knowledge she was finally touching me almost enough to have me coming right here and now.

“Touch my cock, stroke it, baby.” I had my mouth by her ear, my hands now on her bare ass. But I was an impatient bastard, and before she could do what I said, I grabbed her wrist with my other hand, pulling her closer to me.

“God, you’re so big,” she breathed out, and those words were like a hot poker right through the center of me.

“It’s all for you,” I said at the base of her throat.

She wrapped her hand around my cock, starting to stroke me as I licked and sucked at her neck, and I knew I could have gotten off from this alone.

“That’s it, Kennedy. Fuck, that is it.” I closed my eyes and felt my entire body tense in reaction. “Add some more pressure, Kennedy.” I groaned against her neck and moved my other hand on her ass as well, now both of them cupping those perfect mounds. I gripped the cheeks hard enough that I knew there would be marks in the morning. My mouth was back on hers to swallow the surprised sound that came from her when I squeezed the mounds especially hard.

A startled sound left her.

“I want you so fucking bad,” I said against her mouth, grinding myself against her hand, thrusting my hips back and forth, fucking myself against her.

“God, Roman. It feels so good.”

I started thrusting against her palm, fucking myself in her grasp, unable to stop myself. I knew pre-cum was coating her fingers. My desire was too far gone to even pretend like I had any control.

“I need to be with you, Roman. I’ve waited long enough. Please.”

“You want this?” I thrust against her even harder and her mouth parted slightly. Her eyes were wide as she nodded.

I continued to lazily thrust against her, the sounds of my pleasure even more pronounced, louder, more feral. I let go of her ass with one hand and slammed my palm on the wall beside her head, needing to stabilize myself.

“How bad do you want this?”

“Bad,” she said instantly.

And then I was reaching between our bodies, pushing her hand away and taking hold of my dick. She wrapped her arms around my neck, holding on to me as if she needed to steady herself for what was about to come. I stared at her face, looked right in her eyes, and all other things in my mind left me except for this one moment.

I took her leg in my hand, curled my fingers under the back of her knee, and lifted her thigh up so she could brace her calf around my waist. Then I rubbed the tip of my cock against her slit. “You’re so fucking wet for me.” I rubbed my cock along her cleft, up and down, brushing her clit with every upstroke. “You’re so soaked for me, Kennedy, so primed.” We held each other’s stares for several long seconds, and then we crashed our mouths together in a tangle of lips and teeth. She pulled my hair, and I couldn’t help but grunt in approval.

Images of us together, skin wet with sweat, muscles stretched and taut from straining, filled my head. Kennedy rubbed herself on me, and I knew I would come before this even started if she kept that up.

I needed inside of her.

I needed to claim her.

“Please, Roman, please be with me.” She stared into my eyes. “Be my first.”

I growled low. “I’ll be your only.”

She shifted slightly, moved her leg so she was spread open for me, and the tip of my cock became lodged in the opening of her body. This high filled me, making all common sense and reality fade. Nothing else mattered except right now.

My entire body was strung so tight. And then I slid in an inch, stretching her so damn good. God, she was wet. Tight. Hot. I bared my teeth and closed my eyes.

“God, you’re so damn big.”

I rested my forehead against hers, and we panted against each other’s mouths. I slid in another inch, and another. “Your pussy is so damn juicy for me.” And then I buried myself to the hilt inside of her. For a second I didn’t move, just let her get accustomed to the feel of me. After a second I couldn’t hold off any longer. I started moving in and out of her, faster and harder. “Christ, you feel so good,” I said in a gruff, hoarse whisper, and pumped into her again and again.