Desire in Lingerie (Lingerie 7)

He finally pushed in, moving past my tight entrance before he started to sink deep and slow.

My hands moved to his shoulders again, and I moaned right in his face. “Griffin…yes.” I slept in this bed alone every night, missing this powerful man between my legs. I missed the way I got so wet for him. I missed the way he stretched me until my breaking point. I missed all of it…every single moment.

He gripped the backs of my knees and pushed them toward my waistline, opening me wide. His thick arms were rooted into the bed, pinning my legs in place as he repositioned himself on top of me. He held my gaze as he slowly sank the rest of the way, pushing through the wet tightness until he was buried to the hilt.

I gripped his arms and breathed through the pain, breathed through the immense stretching. I hadn’t been with him in over a month, and that was enough time for my body to tighten back to its original shape. It was like the first time we had sex, when he hurt me because he was so big.

He paused as he stayed on top of me, his hard gaze looking into mine. “You feel like a virgin.”

“You’re the first real man I’ve ever been with…so I guess I was.”

He took a deep breath, his chest puffing out as the pleasure of my words crept down his spine. His jaw tightened as he clenched his teeth together. His eyes bored into mine more possessively than they did before. He sank a little farther, getting the last few inches inside me until only his balls were outside my body.

It hurt even more, but I would never ask him to stop.

He angled his neck down and pressed a kiss to my forehead. “I’ve never made love to a woman before…so I guess this is my first time too.” He started to thrust his hips slowly, his long length hitting me deep and slow.

My fingers dug into his arms as I lay there and took it, accepting his big dick over and over. I breathed with every thrust, felt my pussy slowly relax as he stretched me out. My body produced more lubrication, and I could hear the sounds our sexes made as they moved together. I let this man fuck me deep and slow. My breathing was completely erratic, and I could barely get enough oxygen into my system. I moaned and quivered underneath him, balancing between pleasure and pain. Tears pooled in the corners of my eyes and streaked down my cheeks.

Bones released another masculine moan. “Looks like I have to break you in again.”

“Yes…” My hands moved to his shoulders and neck, and I brought his face down to mine to kiss me.

He kissed me slowly, making love to me in a way he never had before. He gave me his tongue, his bottom lip, and his heavy breath. He breathed with me, moaning as he enjoyed my wet and tight cunt. “Baby…fuck.”

“I touched myself and thought of you… This is so much better.”

His cock throbbed inside me, his eyes deepening with the same desire.

“I’m gonna come…I can already tell.”

He continued to rock into me, collecting my cream all along his dick to his hilt. “I can tell too.”

“I want to feel your come inside me…I miss it.”

He paused in his movement, moaning right against my mouth. “Tell me when.” He lifted his body over mine and concentrated his thrusts, hitting me in the perfect way to rub his body against my clit. He stared into my eyes with a serious expression, his chiseled jaw sprinkled with stubble from not shaving.

My hands gripped his hips, and I used them as an anchor to pull myself back into him, to sheathe that monster cock over and over again. His size still hurt, but it felt so good that I hardly noticed the pain. I was slowly approaching a blinding orgasm, deep and powerful. I’d spent all my nights alone with just my fingers, and my imagination couldn’t compete with the real thing. Having my man there, buried deep inside me, was far better than anything I could pretend was happening. “Here it comes…” I arched my back and felt my lips part as I sucked in air. My eyes stayed locked on his, watching the pleasure radiate from his eyes. “Yes…give it to me.” The orgasm hit me like a train, and I convulsed around his cock. It felt so good, so much better than any other climax I’d ever experienced.

He gave his final pumps then released right on time, dumping all of his seed inside me.

I could feel it build up inside me, feel the weight hot and thick between my legs. I could feel his arousal, his desperation. My nails dug into his chest and left marks, and I moaned deeply. “Yes…Griffin.”