Big Man's Bride (Big Men Small Towns 1)

The desperation in his voice sends burst of moisture through my pussy, and I jerk his cock, swirling the tip of my finger over the seeping head. He finally releases my hand and moves the vibrator down my body. Down, down, down, until finally it lands right where I need it. It’s still on the lowest setting, but as soon as it touches my clit, I jerk, as if I were struck by lightning. He moves it in figure eights around my clit, and it’s torture waiting for the second it takes glide back down over my clit, and then wait for it to make contact on its way up again. As the intensity grows, I stroke Caleb faster, and his breath is ragged in my ear. I open my eyes to look at him, and his face is strained. I know I can make him come like this, but I won’t. Not as long as he’s teasing me.

We play like this for minutes. Daring each other to stop. When Caleb moves the vibrator away from my clit, I loosen my grip on his cock, barely moving my hand at all. And when he hits me exactly where I need it, I glide my hand in sure strokes up and down his hard length. Our eyes are locked as we play this game, each of us panting, our faces draped in desire.

Finally Caleb has had enough, and he gets up on his knees, quickly stripping his shirt off over his head and yanking his jeans down completely. He then takes my shorts off and throws them off the bed. He pushes me onto my side and drapes my leg over his hip, so his cock is perfectly aligned with my entrance. The vibrator’s hum gets louder, and when he presses it between my legs it’s intense. A second later Caleb enters me in a swift motion, and he starts moving inside me. I reach my hand back and grab his ass, making him fuck me harder, quicker.

All of the teasing and touching has left me desperate, and my orgasm is building like a tsunami. I know Caleb’s right there with me. Soon he’s bucking into me in chaotic strokes, and the intensity of the vibrator on my clit, and the drag of his cock in and out of me, has me digging my nails into his skin and groaning into the comforter. Wave after wave of the orgasm hits me, and I hear, almost from far away, Caleb’s moaning too, before I feel the hot jets of cum filling me up. When I finally come down, I have to move his hand and the vibrator off my clit. It’s too intense. It falls to the floor and comically moves around, vibrating on the hardwood.

Caleb rolls onto his back, panting as if he’s just run a marathon, the biggest smile on his face. I press my body against him, deliriously happy to snuggle into his warm and solid body. neither of us have the energy to grab the blanket at the foot of the bed, so we lie there nude, recovering. Caleb plays with my hair and sleep is overcoming me quickly. I let myself drift off into its perfect contentment.

“Happy to be home, Ally?” Caleb whispers to me.

“The happiest,” I whisper back as I drift off to sleep.

My entire world is this home, and I couldn’t ask for anything more.