Clearly intrigued by the idea, he approvingly said, “Oh. Please do.”
Nervous, but determined, she bent her legs at the knee and spread them wide. His eyes immediately went hot and hungry. She noticed the fist stroking his cock had tightened. Emboldened by his response, she traced a hand lightly over the lips of her pussy.
“I'm so wet.” She rubbed her fingers along her slit. Slipping two of them between her folds, she drew slow circles around her clit. With her other hand, she pinched and pulled at one of her nipples. On a soft moan, her eyes slid closed.
She felt the bed dip with his weight as he settled between her thighs. Mike reached out and stilled her hand. His mouth millimeters from her now aching pussy, eyes trained on hers, he softly said, “Until you beg me to stop, Cass.”
With nothing further to add, he used his thumbs to pull her labia apart. Then he blew gently against the sensitive flesh until she squeaked. Before she could protest any further, he leaned in and swiped his tongue across her clit. He then traced slow circles around the aching bundle of nerves.
“Oh,” she moaned. “God, that feels so good.”
Mike redoubled his efforts until she could do nothing but shudder and cry out as she reveled in the sensations his mouth wrought. The way he sucked her clit into his mouth and flicked it rhythmically with his tongue shot her over the edge multiple times. In the end, he hadn't been lying. Eventually, able to take no more attention to her sensitive clit, she begged. “Mike, please. Fuck me. I need you to fuck me.”
His mouth gentled. With one last kiss against her slippery flesh, he crawled back up her body. Poising himself on one elbow, he asked, “Do you have protection? I didn't exactly come prepared for this today.”
Silently, she rolled over and reached into the night stand. She quickly ripped open the box, tore a packet off the strip, and then turned to face him. When he attempted to take it from her, she said, “Let me.”
She tore the packet open with her teeth, then proceeded to roll it gently over his cock. She stroked her hands over his hard length. She double, then triple checked for any wrinkles or air bubbles. Finally, he stopped her with a groan and said, “No more. No more. I need to be inside you.”
Cassidy let him press her back against the mattress and watched him as he settled between her thighs. Admittedly, she was a little nervous. Mike was the first person she'd been with other than her ex-husband in four years.
When he pressed a soft kiss against her lips, she relaxed into it. Perhaps he sensed her disquiet or maybe he just wanted a kiss. It was hard to tell.
No one had ever looked at her quite like Mike did, though. Sure, there was a heavy dose of sexual appreciation. The way he looked her over now, though? It made her feel as if he was trying to somehow memorize the moment.
At the first press of him against the lips of her pussy, she rocked her hips forward. Rather than pushing into her depths, he rubbed the head of his cock along her slit, then through her soaked folds, teasing her. When he swirled the now slick tip around her clit, she let out a moan.
“Mike,” she panted. “Please.”
Relenting, he buried himself inside her with one quick thrust. She gasped in pleasure and wriggled her hips against him as her body adjusted to his thick girth. “I feel so full,” she moaned.
“Fuck. This feels amazing. You're so tight.” He slowly began to move his hips.
Cassidy wrapped her legs around him, the action causing him to sink even deeper inside her. She let out a long moan as his cock drug along her inner walls, lighting up every nerve ending she possessed. When his fingertips brushed against her clit, she almost pushed him away as the sensation overwhelmed her.
“Fuck me harder, please.”
He continued to thrust into her at the same slow and even pace as before. His eyelids heavy with pleasure, he said, “We've got time.”
As he spoke, he gave her clit a quick little pinch that had her screaming as waves of pleasure reverberated throughout her entire body. “Fuck, Mike.” Her voice was somewhere between a moan and a hoarse whisper.
In answer, he sped the motion of his hips until she felt another orgasm beginning low in her belly. Unbidden, her hands moved up to her breasts. She played with her nipples, craving the extra sensation.
“Fuck. I can feel your pussy tightening around me each time you pinch them. Pull on them for me, baby.”
Her eyes slid closed as she pulled on them. Her back arching with each tug, she felt bolts of white hot sensation rip through her body. She whimpered when the stimulation became too intense to bear. On the edge again, she panted, “Oh god. I'm going to cum!”
Mike reached down once more and gave her clit another rough pinch that had her splintering apart beneath him. She screamed as release tore through her. The pulsing sensations went on and on until she was absolutely spent.
Seconds later, Mike stiffened above her, then groaned out as he found his own release.
With a sound of regret, he pulled out of her. A completely sated look on his face, he asked, “Where can I...” He gestured to the condom.
“Oh, sorry. Sorry. The bathroom is through there,” she said, pointing. After he had turned, she stared at him unabashedly. He was built really well.
When he came back into the room and crawled back onto the bed, he pulled her close. Leaning in, he rested his forehead briefly against hers, still breathing heavily, and said, “You wrecked me, Cassidy.”
Uncertain how to respond, she grinned up at him. “You've got some moves, yourself.”