She felt she ought to deny it, but she would have convinced nobody, especially not herself.
With the fervour of starvation, she pulled his body against hers, her hands clasped around his back, feeling the tremendous power of him as his shoulder blades flexed beneath them.
The kisses turned ferocious, holding her in thrall while he dealt with the condom, never letting her forget what she was in for.
“Say you need me,” he demanded, rubbing his tip up and down her slit, crossing her clit with each pass.
“I need you.” But not as much as you need me.
Thoroughly lubricated, he rested the bulbous end of his cock at the very outer reaches of her cunt, as if waiting for her to give the word.
“Mmm,” he said, making the tiniest moves around and back and forth. “Something is very wet here.”
“Yes, yes, please.” She wriggled her hips and clenched her fists at the back of his neck.
“You want something?”
“Please, Milan…”
He moved an inch forward then stopped.
The tantalising effect on Lydia almost drove her wild. He was in her and yet not in her. She had a fraction of what she needed. It was almost worse than having nothing of it at all.
“Please, more,” she whimpered.
“More? More of what?”
“More of your cock,” she explicated, her cheeks flaming into heated life.
“You want to get fucked?”
“You know it.”
“Good.”
Another inch—oh, it felt so good. Her walls began to stretch and a spasm of some kind of pre-pleasure quaked through her. She needed more, urgently and immediately.
“How much do you want this?” asked Milan.
“So much, God, so much.”
“What would you do for it?”
“What do you want?”
“Oh, that’s a good answer. I want you, like this, whenever I set eyes on you, Lydia. I want to know that I only have to look at you and you are flat on your back.”
“You can have that. You already have that.”
“I know.”
Another inch—oh, getting closer now, closer to the feeling of fullness and possession that she craved. He rocked gently back and forth, circling and dipping in her shallow end.
“All the way,” she gasped. “Please, all the way.”
“But I’m enjoying this,” he said. “And, you know, I might not have much self-control in most things, but, when it comes to fucking, I can hold myself back for hours. I’ll show you sometime. Maybe today.”
“Oh, Jeez, Milan, no. Please just fuck me.”