Holding his c**k in one hand, he teases me with the head, rubbing himself against me, and I’m going to lose my mind if he doesn’t slide inside of me now.
“Please. I want you now,” I pant.
“Oh, you’re going to have me. You’re going to have all of me.”
And then he sinks into me. I inhale sharply as he fills me, and he stills. “Does it hurt?” he asks gently.
I nod against him, my hands around his strong, solid shoulders. “I’m just not used to this,” I admit.
“I know. I’ll be gentle.”
“You don’t like to be gentle.”
“I do with you. I’ll be gentle, or I’ll be rough. I’ll do it however you want or need.”
“I just need you.”
Then I breathe again, and he brings a hand down to my leg, hitching up my thigh and holding me in place like that, opening me up as he pulls back, then strokes into me again. Slow, gentle, gliding strokes. Filling me up, stretching me, and when he’s so far inside me he stops for a beat, brings his hand to my face and cups my chin, so I’m looking at him, so I have to look deep into his beautiful blue eyes because that’s what he wants. He wants to see all of me. To connect with me. To know me.
In all my fantasies, all my imaginary nights of pretending, I never really knew what I was missing. I never understood how out-of-sync my make believe life was from this real life, this possibility, from this phenomenally real moment with this man who makes me feel everything, who wants me to feel loved, and cherished, and desired.
“I know what you need right now,” he says, and the moment is no longer suspended as he buries himself in me again, and my back bows, inviting him to take me further, to guide my body to wherever he wants it, because he alone has the keys.
“What do I need right now?”
“Wrap your legs around my back as tight as you can. I want to go deeper into you, and I’m going to kiss your neck the way you want me to. Hard.”
I do as he says, opening myself even further for him as he thrusts into me. I hook my ankles around him, surrendering to him in that position, to however he wants to f**k me, to make love to me, to bring me to the far edge of pleasure and back again. He bends his head to my neck, kissing me there as he drives inside me again and again, and the feeling of completeness is so astonishing, that I’m both here and I’m lost in the waves of sensation that flood through my veins, as pleasure spins wildly inside me.
“I have wanted you for so long. For so f**king long, and now I have you, and you are completely and absolutely mine,” he says with a low growl that somehow makes me hotter, and I didn’t think it was possible to feel any more desire than I do right now. But then he thrusts into me again as he reaches his hands into my hair, fisting a handful and tugging, like he’s always wanted to.
I arch into him, letting him know I want more.
He kisses me hard and hungry, his teeth nearly piercing the flesh on my neck, and I cry out from the sensation. It’s pleasure and just a touch of pain, but it’s a good pain. It’s a pain that surges through me, and reminds me that I’m alive, that I’m here, that I’m living every moment. Maybe that’s why he’s the one to bring me back to me. Because he never wanted a part of me. He wouldn’t take the half of me I was willing to give. He wanted all of me, only all of me, and now he has it.
“You have me. You have all of me. You’re the only one I want,” I say as I thread my hands into his soft hair. I know he knows this. I know he feels it. But I have to voice it. I have to say all these things out loud that I feel for him, because I don’t want to keep anything hidden anymore. I want the man I love to know that he’s the only one.
His body slides against mine, damp with perspiration, and I grab his shoulders, bringing him deeper, wanting all of him.
“Harder,” I whisper.
He groans loudly in answer then pumps faster, rougher, and I wish there were a mirror so I could watch us as he moves inside of me, my legs spread and clasped around him, his beautiful body surging into me, touching me deeper than I’ve ever felt. The world around us dissolves, and this is all there is, this closeness, this far edge of ecstasy. We are lost in each other, and there’s nowhere we’d rather be.
“You feel so good. So warm and tight around me. I love how hot you are for me. And I f**king love how there’s no one else but you and me, and I want to feel you coming while I’m inside you,” he says, and his words come out in a hot ragged rush, his breaths erratic, and the sounds thrill me. The sounds I’ve longed to hear. His grunts and thrusts that tell me he’s getting close. That he’s nearing the same place he’s brought me to so many times over.
“I want to know what you sound like. I want to know what you look like when you come,” I tell him, as I wrap my legs tighter around his ass, so divinely sculpted, and he drives into me, sending me near the edge once again.
He breathes out, hard. “I need you to come again. I need to feel you coming on me. I need it now.”
I look at him, his eyes open and wild, his lips parted, his breath hard and fast and I’m there in an instant, I’m shattering beneath him once again, writhing and bucking my h*ps and pulling him deeper with an orgasm that tears through me, and it’s all the more intense, because he’s coming apart with me.
At last.
Davis
We sleep well, but not much. I wake up in the middle of the night, needing more of her and I pull her against me, spooning her. She sighs sleepily at first, then wakes up, and brings my hand to her br**sts and wriggles her backside against me.
“Let’s go again,” she says, and I am only too happy to oblige as I slide into her, her hot flesh surrounding me. We make love like that, slow and unhurried, and I have plenty of access to her br**sts and her belly as she hooks her leg around my thigh, giving me more room to sink into her, in the dark of the night, all of Manhattan sleeping and we’re the only ones awake. She moves languidly, wrapping her arm around my neck as I rock into her, and soon her voice is rising, and she’s moaning and gasping and crying out, and I will never tire of making her come.
“Your turn,” she says seductively as she shifts onto her stomach and raises her ass.
“My favorite position. How did you know?” I say, then grab her h*ps and plunge inside of her, enjoying the view—the curve of her ass, the length of her back, her body underneath me, as we finish yet another round.