“You smell delicious.”
My mouth drops open, but I can’t respond. I don’t know how to reply to a comment like that. It’s so…dirty. The throbbing between my legs increases as that mischievous smile returns. He tosses my panties into the pile of clothing on my bedroom floor. I can see his chest rising and falling rapidly as he reaches down, unbuttons his own jeans, and lowers them.
I have only been with one other man. I’m honestly not sure what an “average” penis looks like, but I don’t think Nate’s is average. It looks positively huge, and I realize he’s not circumcised. Does that make it look bigger?
“Still sure?” he asks gruffly.
“Yes,” I whisper.
“It’s…been a while,” he
says. “And you look so fucking beautiful lying there. I’m not sure how long I’ll last.”
I reach for him, not really concerned about the amount of time, because I’m throbbing and about to come just staring at his naked body. I run my hand over his smooth chest, finding the trail of hair just below his navel and following it down. I run my hand over his length, amazed at how soft the skin is over his rigid flesh. The foreskin moves slightly, exposing the tip, and I gasp.
He is bigger than average. He has to be. It’s not just the extra skin at the tip; my hand can barely reach around his girth. I lick my lips, wondering what it might be like to take that thing in my mouth. Would I even be able to? I’m not sure.
“Don’t look at him like he’s ice cream on a hot summer day,” Nate says with a chuckle, “or I’ll come all over your hand.”
“I…I wasn’t—”
“Yeah,” Nate interrupts as he caresses my nipples again, “you were.”
He reaches down, covering my hand with his. I follow his guidance, stroking him up and down slowly as he moves on top of me, pushing my legs apart with his knee. He leans over me, his lips against my neck.
“I want to be inside of you, Cherry,” he whispers in my ear. “I need it.”
He pulls my hand away from his shaft and presses his length between my legs. I moan again, arching my back to increase the pressure. I wrap my arms around his shoulders, holding his head to my throat. His hair smells amazing, like the fresh green buds on the trees in the forest and some other dark, musky scent that’s purely Nataniele. His thumb rubs over my nipple, and he cups my breast briefly before his hand moves lower. I feel his fingers slip between my legs, slowly rolling around my clit as I moan and press up against him.
“Jesus, Cherry…you’re so wet.”
“I want you,” I say simply.
“You’ve got me, babe. I’m yours.”
I feel the head of his cock maneuvering to my opening. I feel the pressure as he starts to push his hips forward, and my body tenses.
“You all right?” he whispers against my neck.
“Yes. Yes, I’m fine. Don’t stop, please!”
“Jesus.” His hot breath coats my neck. He tilts his head, looking down between us, and then I feel the pressure—harder this time.
My breath catches in my throat as he slides into me, and I let out a long groan. I tense slightly, realizing we haven’t discussed such things as birth control, condoms, or anything along those lines. In the back of my head, I know I should tell him to stop, to pull out, to get some protection first, but I can’t bring myself to say it. I don’t want him to pause, pull out, or bother with precautions. It feels too damn good to even consider such a thing.
He’s completely inside of me. I can feel his balls bumping my ass, and my thighs quiver. It feels amazing as Nate just holds himself there, his dick throbbing inside of me, and his head resting on my shoulder. His panting breaths slow slightly, and he begins to move.
Slowly. So, so slowly.
He pulls out almost completely, then slides forward again. I feel myself stretching to accommodate his length and girth as he bottoms out again…and again. So slowly.
I want more. He’s going so slow, and all I can do is groan beneath him, wrap my legs around his hips, my arms around his shoulders, and beg.
“Please, Nate!”
“Please what?” he whispers near my ear. I feel his lips and tongue tracing my earlobe.
“More! Please!”