It felt like a wave. A big blue wave that lifted me up to the sky before crashing down and shattering everything around me. I felt like I was made of light. Not flesh and bone but sky and stars.
He finally stopped and crawled up my body to kiss me. I wrapped my arms around him and pulled him close. I whimpered and rubbed myself on him. He was still wearing jeans and I wanted them off.
I reached down and tugged on the top button. He caught my hand and groaned. He closed his eyes cursed.
“We can’t.”
“Let’s just pretend.”
He stared down at me, an intrigued look on his handsome face.
“You want to me dry hump you, Angel?”
I was too shy to say yes but I nodded. It sounded so dirty when he said it like that. Dirty and good. He gritted his teeth and nodded.
“Yeah. Fuck. Yeah, we can do that. I have to leave the jeans on though.”
I’d thought we couldn’t get closer. I was wrong. He gently lifted one thigh and wedged his hips between my legs. I felt him adjusting himself slightly so that his cock pressed directly against my center.
“Oh…”
He stared intensely at me as he began to move. At first he just rocked his hips a few times. He made a sound like an animal about to charge. Then everything changed.
He kissed me as his hands found and gripped my hips. My other thigh lifted instinctively. I locked my legs behind him, holding him close as he started to ride me in earnest, his soft jeans rubbing against my bare pussy.
It felt so good, I couldn’t imagine sex feeling any better.
The friction on my clit, the smoldering look on his gorgeous face, his hands wandering down to grab my ass… it was too overwhelming.
“Ah, ah, ah!”
He cursed but didn’t stop.
“You’re going to make me come, Angel.”
My head was tossing back and forth on the pillows when he stopped abruptly, reaching between us to stroke me. He dropped down and pushed his tongue inside me as his finger danced over my clit.
The force of my orgasm brought me off the bed, sitting up halfway and gripping his head. I convulsed helplessly against his mouth as I came harder than I’d ever come before. Not that I had much experience. I hadn’t been with anyone since Jacey’s dad and that had only been a handful of times. He’d certainly never done anything like Lucky did. Or made me feel anything close to this. I barely remembered it before and now, it was pretty much dust in the wake of Lucky.
It was like it never even happened. Nothing existed but the man between my thighs. He washed it all away until it was only him. His body. My body. His mouth.
Somehow, Lucky had reset me to my factory settings. I was brand new. I shuddered as I collapsed backwards onto the bed feeling as helpless as a kitten. Lucky rolled to the side, staring at the ceiling and breathing heavily. I curled against him reaching for his pants.
“Angel. Don’t.”
“Did you come?”
He shook his head.
“I stopped right before.” He looked at me, his eyes blazing. “I’m too old to come in my pants.”
“Let me…”
“Angel… that is not an easy thing to do. I know you haven’t been with anyone in a long time.”
“No one since before Jacey was born.”
“I’m bigger than most men, Angel. It’s more than you can handle with your pretty little mouth.”
I bit my lip, not wanting to back down. I wanted to make him come. I needed to.
“I’m tougher than I look. Let me…”
“You don’t have to do this.”
I smiled at him as he released his death grip on my hand. I pulled his jeans open and stared in awe as his massive cock sprang out, leaking precum from the tip. I licked my lips nervously.
Lucky had not been lying about the size of his member.
He also had not been wearing boxers or briefs.
I tugged at his jeans and he helped me out, pulling them off and away. I was in awe of his body for a moment. His thick thighs, gorgeous calves, his flat stomach. And the monstrous, gorgeous, tree trunk thick cock that rose proudly at the center of it all.
Be brave, Kirsten. You want him. You want this.
I slid my hand over his shaft and he flinched. I got closer, kissing the tip and running my tongue over the tiny hole at the top. He groaned helplessly and I felt my courage rise. If I could make this experienced, jaded man make that sound, I must be doing something right.
“Hmmm…”
I pushed my way between his legs. His rock hard thighs felt good on my shoulders. His skin was hot and silky, with curly hairs that tickled my bare legs. I bent forward and gripped his cock, pulling it up slightly and bringing my lips down to it again.