He unbuttons my shorts at the same time that he walks me toward the bed. When I feel the mattress at the back of my knees, I sit. He puts his hand on my chest and slowly pushes me back so that I’m lying down, then he pulls off my shorts and underwear at the same time.
Spreading my legs open, he kneels before me as if about to worship me, his expression cloudy with lust. “You’re so sexy,” he says, reluctantly tearing his eyes from the space between my legs to meet mine. I know that lust-drunk gaze myself. I felt the same way when I saw him naked.
“Touch yourself,” he says. It’s not a request. His tone has dipped into a demand, and lets me know who is in charge of the situation. I smile inwardly and put my hand between my legs and start to rub my clit. I’m wet down there as I knew I would be, my finger slipping and sliding against the soft skin.
He watches with his hand between his legs. From here I can’t see what he’s doing, but the way his muscles flex across his shoulders and chest, I can only guess he’s stroking himself.
“Spread your lips,” he tells me. I do as I’m told. “Wider.”
“Mmm, you have such a pretty pussy,” he says, his breath uneven as he touches himself. “Now put your finger inside.”
I do, but I’m halfway in when I hit the barrier.
“All the way in,” he says.
I try, but it doesn’t budge. “I can’t.”
He looks curiously at me and moves my hand to the side to use his own finger. He tries to go all the way in but hits that same wall. His eyes widen when he looks at me, and I wonder if I should’ve told him before we started.
“You’re a virgin?” he says, surprised.
“It doesn’t matter,” I say and take his hand in mine, urging him to go back to fingering me. It feels so good to be touched this way.
“Wanda, we can’t—”
“Yes we can.” I sit up and wrap my arms around him so he can’t go anywhere. With him kneeling on the ground and me sitting on the bed, we’re at eye level, and I’m able to look into his copper gaze. “I’ve wanted this with you for so long. If ever there was anyone I want to give my virginity to, it’s you.”
His mouth parts like he might say something, but then his lips crash against mine in an urgent kiss. He climbs up my body until he’s lying on top of me. He’s a hard mass of lean muscle, crushing me under his weight, and it feels so good and safe to be under him. His cock—hard like the rest of him—cradles between my legs. He rubs himself against the slippery opening, but doesn’t try to push inside yet. It feels amazing either way. I moan into his mouth and spread my legs wider.
“Fuck me,” I beg him when the intensity of the rubbing becomes too much. Now I need him inside.
“Are you sure?” he says against my mouth.
“I’ve never been more sure about anything in my life.”
“It’s going to hurt.”
“I don’t care. I need you,” I say desperately.
He smiles, his teeth against my lips. He positions the head of his cock at my opening. My mouth parts when it slips in. He bites my bottom lip and fucks me with just the head for a moment, and it’s exquisite. It feels so good that I don’t want it to stop. If this is any indication as to how it feels to be fucked by the whole thing, I start to regret not having sex sooner. I wonder if sex with any man would be this incredible, or is it just because it’s Mac?
He starts to push against the barrier and my eyes spring open and pain shoots through every part of my body.
I let out a yelp and he stops immediately. “Did I hurt you?” he says, his voice full of concern.
“No, it just surprised me, is all.”
He starts to pull out but I stop him. “No, please. I want it.”
“Okay,” he says and kisses me again, this time watching my eyes, focusing on my expression. He pushes again, and this time I focus all my attention on him, the way he’s looking at me, the way he manages to make me feel things I’ve never felt for anyone before him. With another push, he sinks all the way into me and I gasp. The pain only lasts a second or two before subsiding. He stays inside of me, not moving. He moves the bangs off of my forehead.
“Do you want me to keep going?” The fact that this rugged athlete who commands a professional soccer team can be so gentle and concerned about my well-being is endearing. I find myself falling just a little bit harder for him and wanting him that much more.
As soon as the pain is gone, my body warms up to this new full feeling inside of me. I feel pleasure and comforted at the same time. “Keep going,” I tell him and rock my hips forward to urge him on.
He moves slowly. I moan at the unfamiliar sensation. This is good, I think. This is really good. I match his gentle thrusts with my own until my clit slaps against his pubic bone. Now this is even better. Pleasure comes from the outside and within at the same time, and I start to lose myself to it. My body starts to loosen up. The less tense I am, the better it starts to feel. Moaning and whimpering comes from my mouth without me even realizing it.
He grabs my hips and starts to thrust harder, taking off the training wheels. I let out an appreciative cry of approval.
“Get on your hands and knees. I want to see that ass,” he says. The sweet, gentle man who was just concerned about my comfort, shifts back to the alpha who ordered me to finger myself. I find that I like both sides of him equally.
He pulls out and I hate the empty feeling. I move quickly, turning over onto my hands and knees so that I can be filled up once again.
“Oh, fuck,” I cry as he drives into me from behind. It feels different this way, as if he’s gone deeper. Each time I think it can’t get any better, it does. And now I’m writhing, my hips gyrating against him.
“That’s a sexy round ass,” he says and gives it a quick slap.
I yelp and press my cheek to the pillow. “Feels so good,” I say as he rams into me.
It’s a good thing we’re alone because the springs in the bed are crying out just as much as I am, and the headboard slams against the wall. I wouldn’t be surprised if there’s a dent in the wall by the time we’re done.
We fuck like this for at least twenty minutes when he suddenly lifts my body up and into his arms. He somehow manages to stay inside of me as he leans back and places me on top of him. Now I’m riding him, reverse cowgirl style. I’m briefly self-conscious about his view from behind me. I have wide hips and a slightly larger ass than some girls, but judging by the way he squeezes my ass cheeks, he can’t seem to get enough.
When he reaches around the front of me and touches my clit, I nearly come out of my skin. I toss my head back. He grabs a hand full of my hair and holds on while I continue to impale myself on him. My body shivers and quakes as I’m brought closer to the edge.
It’s a completely different experience to have an orgasm by being stimulated from within as well as being touched outwardly as well. It’s like nothing I’ve ever felt before. I wouldn’t even know what to compare it to. Before it happens, a sort of numbness starts in my center. There’s pressure similar to a period cramp, but not painful. This numbing pressure starts to spread through the rest of my body and my knees get weak and shaky, but I don’t want to stop this feeling rolling through me. It’s the strangest sensation; almost like I
have to pee, and for a moment I start to have some doubts. But I’ve heard that about real orgasms somewhere, so I don’t try to fight it, afraid it will go away before we it gets to the good part. I can feel it growing, becoming something bigger and more powerful until it’s unstoppable. Once it reaches that point, it’s like the sun exploding, like something inside of me breaking apart. Though I try to stay relaxed, my muscles clinch, and Mac makes a sound, and I know he can feel it.
“Fuck, that pussy’s tight,” he says, almost as if he’s in pain. But that’s the thing about sex I’m starting to realize. It’s a mixture of both and I love every second of it.
He thrusts harder into me, but I’m so tightly clinched around him that he’s not able to move much, and by the intense growl he lets out, I know he’s found his release again as well.
His movements slow, then stop, but he doesn’t pull out right away. He holds my hips and stays inside of me. We’re both out of breath and out of strength. I’m so sensitive inside that I can feel the warmth of his cum in me, as well as the moment he starts to soften. When my muscles finally relax, I sit up. He slips out of me and I flop down on the bed next to him.
We lay panting and sweating, our bodies melded to each other as he rolls onto his side and wraps his arm around my waist. I don’t know how long we’ve been going at it, but it feels like a long time.
“I should go,” I say, sitting up. He reluctantly lets go of me and folds his arms behind his head. His body glistens, cheeks flushed, lips raw from kissing. He’s truly the most beautiful creature on this earth.
He smiles lazily, his eyes hooded. He looks exhausted. “Don’t go. Spend the rest of the day with me. Let’s go for a drive, watch the ferries come in.”
He reaches for my hands and laces our fingers together. Spending the rest of the day with Mac would be the perfect ending to this dream I’m in, but I can’t.
“My brother’s going to be home soon. He’ll have questions.” I glance down at my phone and see that an hour has passed since I first arrived in town. Where did the time go? Nathan will be home in less than thirty minutes—if he doesn’t get home early. I can’t think of a more horrifying scenario than him coming home and seeing me walking out of Mac’s house, shimmering in the afterglow of sex.