Page 58 of Almost Had You

It won’t hurt, I’ve practiced with the dildo several times. All I feel right now is stripped down, raw pleasure at being entered by a man—by him.

Tentatively, I reach around his back and find his well-sculpted ass. I pull, encouraging him deeper. He lets out a guttural noise when his cock enters all the way. His whole body stills when he’s buried in me. “It only feels good. Amazing. You’re inside me,” I say, seeking out his kiss. It’s tongues and madness as he thrusts again and again. I can see the agonizing pleasure on his face, and it matches the desperate need for orgasm in mine. Moving my arms back up to his shoulders, the engagement ring catches the dull light from the bedside table and the monumental meaning cascades over me like a sedative. I’m making love to the man who I will spend a lifetime with.

It was never supposed to be like this. Love was never going to creep up on me. It was going to be a thoughtful decision made with the utmost care and deliberation. Then it wouldn’t be with Mercer, and I don’t want that kind of life if it means he’s not in it. My love for him has changed me in all the ways I didn’t know I needed changing. His face is against my neck and I can tell he’s close because his breathing has changed. Taken by the moment, I grind my hips against his pelvis and tell him I’m going to come. One more thrust and the pleasure starts rippling through my body.

“I’m coming with you inside me,” I breathe, clutching him to me, sealing it with wet tongues. The orgasm is still tearing through my body when he pulls out and ejaculates on my stomach, head hanging limply down, like he doesn’t have the energy to keep it upright.

Instead of wiping it off, he collapses on top of me, his face once again tucked sweetly into my neck.

“The dildo has nothing on the real thing. In case you’re wondering.” I pant a few sweaty breaths and he kisses me behind my ear. It’s like that place is connected to my core because it contracts, an empty longing. More. I want more.

“Thank God,” Mercer says, laughing. “I was worried the whole body attached to it would be an encumbrance for you.”

“More of a bonus piece if you want the truth. The muscles, the mouth, it’s all impressive.” I sigh. “I’m gonna want that a few more times tonight.”

“Let’s thank God because I wasn’t sure how I was going to let you know I have a lot of fucking to get out of my system and having you under me, with your tight body, wet cunt, wearing my ring? Well, let’s just say the draw to you is pretty strong, darlin’.”

“I love it when you talk dirty,” I say, shifting him down when I feel his shaft rising again, against my stomach. “Lay down,” I say. I want to get on top.

Mercer flips me on top with ease and settles me on top of his erection. The muscles on his neck work as he lifts his head from the pillow. “Let me watch,” he begs.

Positioning him just so, I sink down slowly, inch by inch. He gives me his hands and I interlace my fingers with his. “I never knew it could feel this good,” I breathe, lifting and lowering so the head of his cock rubs against my sensitive walls. “You were made for me.”

“No,” Mercer growls. “You were made for me.”

“We were made for each other,” I amend. “From this angle,” I say, losing my breath to a flash of pleasure. “It’s rubbing...” I trail off again. “That place inside me.” When I open my eyes, Mercer is grinning.

“Let’s give you a G-spot orgasm, shall we? Lean forward,” he commands. “Put your hands on my shoulders.” I do, and another intense wave hits and my core clenches. He reaches down between our connected bodies and moves his cock inside me as I ride him. The increased pressure makes me buck. There’s nothing to compare it to. I feel like I might pee, or orgasm, or leave planet earth for another galaxy far, far away.

“Keep moving,” Mercer sighs. “Just like that.”

I swallow a mouth full of spit and concentrate on that one spot. He pulls his dick against my wall harder and I circle my hips once more, and this time when I come, I see stars. There’s a loud scream and my legs tingle. Like an explosion that starts at that place where he’s giving pressure and drowning the rest of my body. I feel the orgasm everywhere. Breathing seems a trivial task when my body is writhing in such bliss.

I open my eyes when the shock wears off. Mercer is watching me, a mirthful smile on his lips. He flexes his dick. “That was fun, huh?”

“How are you so good at that?”

He chuckles. “There may be several things I can teach you.” I feel him move inside me again. “Watching you come apart like that might have just beat out your face when I proposed.”

“That’s the most romantic thing you’ve ever said.” We both laugh, but not for long because he needs to be taken care of. “How do you want it.” I rise off him, leaving a puddle around the base of his cock.

“On all fours,” he says, gaze flicking all over my body. I’m red on the chest, sticky from his cum, and my makeup is probably smeared all over my face. I do as I’m told, because what if he has more tricks up his sleeve? Even though my pussy is sensitive, I want to feel more. Everything. “You have no idea how much tonight means to me,” he says, voice hoarse. I want to turn to see his face because the phrase seems to hold so much more than just plain words, but he pushes into me, filling me up, his hands firm on my hips as he fucks himself using my body. It’s raw and stripped down to base level, and I love it. My ass slaps against his stomach as he pumps into me and he smacks my ass on each side hard enough to leave marks.

He reaches around and starts working my clit with his finger, a harsh jiggling of his skilled finger leaves me panting, almost breathless as I chase the high of another explosion. His pumps get more erratic, but his hand is steady.

“That’s it. You feel it?” he says, low timbre making my insides shake with fear.

“Yes,” I reply, voice tired. He presses into me, both my clit and his shaft all the way to the hilt, and the ache turns into more waves, relief, cascading oxytocin wrapping my body. He pumps once more, his sweat making the sound ricochet throughout the room and pulls out, leaving me empty. I hang my head between my arms in blissful defeat.

He spreads my butt cheeks with one hand, and I feel hot spurts land on my most sensitive areas, the last shot landing on my sore pussy, dripping onto my clit, and then onto the bed beneath us. It’s tinged pink.

Mercer leans over and tongues my core, lapping up what he just gave me, sending new sensations igniting my pink, swollen folds. His tongue is a warm salve and even if I’m embarrassed at being this exposed, I relax into his attentions because I can’t help myself.

His tongue is wide and strong, and I move against him, anticipating his next thrust, his next move. “This is why newlyweds never go out with their friends,” I deadpan, my voice cracking on the last syllable because he flicked my clit. “They’re in bed giving each other orgasms all day long.”

“Something like that,” Mercer says, kissing my ass cheek. “Does this feel good? How sore are you?”

I waggle my butt in the air. “It was sore, but when you use your tongue like that it goes away and all I feel is…good.”

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