Page 43 of Handsome
He slowed and asked, “What do you want?”
The intensity of the question snuck past my defenses. “I want you, inside me.”
My vagina swelled while he skimmed my panties down my legs. He whispered, “We can stop if you want.”
He could? The raw need made me jumpy. I’d never felt anything like this. I needed him, and reached for his boxer briefs, practically growling when I said, “Don’t you dare.”
His hard-on grew even firmer, and excitement rushed through me.
Naked, I felt wanted. I wasn’t sure if he was real or if I made him perfect and amazing in my mind, but I needed him. My heart rate sped up, and his hard-on grazed against my netherlips.
A thrill rushed through me and spasms shot to my feet and hands while he stoked my need for him.
My eyes began to roll back, but I refused to surrender to my craze. He continued like he knew I was trying to wait for him, but when his tongue joined his finger, I lost it.
A wave of pleasure pulsed through me. His lips and tongue pushed past my defenses, and I trembled from the thrill.
As I came back to myself, the thought hit me that it was his closeness that made us okay together. I was safe with him. I trusted him more than any other man ever.
I rocked and my eyes widened. He almost had my heart.
He asked, “What’s going on?”
My heart was beating extra-fast, but I refused to ruin this moment. I cupped his face and said, “You’re too perfect.”
It was on the tip of my tongue to tell him this was just sex. That it had to be, but I looked into his brown eyes that bored into my soul and stroked those muscles of his that made me weak.
So instead of saying something to push him away, I leaned forward and kissed him.
My flesh heated when he held me and claimed me. Passion burned in me as he caressed me like I was special.
I reached for his dick, but he teased me like I was important to him and I threw my head back.
Sweetness flooded my soul while he played with my button.
I was aching with need, way past my own boundaries.
I was near the edge of my release and still he hadn’t entered me.
Then he stopped. I was lost in a storm and my skin was all achy, but then I heard the rip of a condom wrapper and I sighed.
I sucked on my bottom lip and gazed at him. He was mine. He rolled the condom on, but still paused and asked, “Are you sure?”
“Yes,” I said, wrapping my legs around him.
How he'd maintained so much control I’d never understand, but when he slid inside me, the storm became a tornado.
My toes curled as I swiveled my hips to merge with him.
And then he took over the rhythm and thrust deep inside me.
Oblivion was too tame a word for how I felt.
He and I were one.
My heart beat so fast, it was like the old me was no more and I was his.
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