Vegas With Dad's Best Friend

The kind of body that most women would kill to have over them.

He reaches for his pants and my excitement surges. I feel like I’m standing on a precipice, about to fall over the edge and lose control of myself entirely.

I step closer to him as he dispatches the button and zipper, opening his pants and letting them fall to the ground before stepping out of them. My eyes go wide, even through the briefs he wears I can see the outline of something big and thick and hard, and I feel the first flicker of doubt. It looks… very big.

I take the final step to close the distance between us, surprised even by myself at how bold I’m being. I reach out a hand to run over his body, his chest, and his abs, feeling all the contours of the muscles beneath my fingers tips. Jonas pauses, fingers hooked in the waistband of his own briefs, letting me explore as I will. When I take my hand away and wait, he knows that it’s permission to continue.

I watch with bated breath as he pulls the fabric away. Almost immediately as it drops to the floor, the hard shape I saw through bobs out and up, freed from its constraint now. I was right, it is big. I have no real reference point to compare it to, but it’s bigger than I imagined it would be. It looks so… different. I’ve never seen anything like it, not in person. So strange and alien compared to my own body.

Jonas reaches for my hand and settles it on his member, hot and hard yet soft beneath my fingers all at once.

Experimentally, I wrap my hand around it, and Jonas sucks in a frantic breath.

I love the way his face looks when his eyes meet mine, the heat and desire, and the urgency in them. I want more. I squeeze harder, and Jonas growls, and I know that whatever I’m doing is right.

Before I have time to react, Jonas picks me up and throws me down on the bed, where I land on a layer of soft rose petals across the plush sheets. In a flash he’s crawling over me, kissing hungrily at my neck and throat, making me gasp and moan and shiver.

“Are you sure?” he asks, pulling back for just a moment.

“I’m sure,” I say, and I feel like my tone is urgent enough that I don’t need to add that he needs to hurry up.

His hands caress my body, fondling my nipples and pulling more moans of delight from me as they trail downwards. His hot kisses devour my mouth, sliding around my jaw, my chin, my neck like he can't get enough of the taste of me. When his fingers reach down between my legs, I shudder and moan for him. The touch is light and gentle, but I feel how slick his fingers become immediately in my wetness, and how he takes a shuddering breath in anticipated pleasure at the sensation.

One of his fingers slides inside me just for a moment, and I gasp out loud, feeling something, unlike anything I have ever experienced before.

Jonas kisses me one last time, then sits up, his knees straddling on either side of my thighs. He takes himself into his hand as he leans over me, brushing his cock against my sex, exciting me even more. I can't believe it. This is really happening.

With his eyes carefully on me, he eases himself to my entrance, and I feel something that just seems impossibly large nudging there. My gaze travels downward, eager to see it all happen, trying to process everything that I feel by matching it to the visual.

At first, when he pushes past my entrance, the pressure feels like it might be too much to take. But slowly, bit by bit, it drains away, and I’m only blown away by the sensation of something inside of me. I never imagined it would feel like this, so full and tight and yet so wonderful. I find myself pushing my hips forward, trying to get him to slide further in.

Jonas does what I want, easing in just a little bit further. He must somehow be able to sense when it gets too much for me, too tight, and uncomfortable again. But as always, the pain fades away, until only the pleasure remains, and then he moves in further.

Over and again, he makes slow and careful progress, pushing further into me little by little. I feel him filling me up, like something completely right, something I never even knew that I desperately needed until now. This is what I've been missing, and now that I have it, I realize how badly I was missing it.

Jonas gasps and breathes hard as he moves slowly bit by bit, and if it feels so good for me when the sensation settles, I can only imagine it must feel just as good for him. He restrains himself, moving only when I’m ready, instead of plunging in all the way. I feel the same impatience to have him all the way inside me, but it’s only the slight discomfort that holds me back.