I stroke myself once, twice, groaning at the relief of finally being touched.
“We’ll make it fit,” I promise. “I’ll go slow.”
I reach into my bedside drawer and fumble for a condom.
Part of me wants to take her bare, to feel every inch of her without barriers. But I can’t cross that line. Not yet.
I roll the condom on, then position myself between her thighs. The head of my cock nudges against her entrance, and we both gasp at the contact.
“Tell me if it’s too much,” I say, searching her face for any sign of discomfort.
Charlotte nods, her hands gripping my biceps. “I will.”
I push forward slowly, letting just the tip breach her tight heat.
Instantly, I hiss through my teeth.
She’s so fucking tight, so wet, so perfect that I have to clench my jaw against the urge to slam home.
“Fuck, Charlotte,” I groan, watching her face as I ease in another inch. “You feel so good around me. So tight. So perfect.”
She whimpers, her nails digging into my arms.
“More,” she gasps. “Please, Koda, I need more.”
I oblige, sinking deeper as I give her time to adjust to my size. When I’m finally seated to the hilt, we both freeze, overwhelmed by the sensation.
I brush a strand of hair from her face. “You okay?”
Her eyes are glassy with pleasure. “Never better.”
I start to move, slow, gentle thrusts that gradually build in intensity. I’m determined to be careful, to make this good for her. But then Charlotte moans, a sound so raw and needy that something inside me snaps.
My hips pick up speed, driving into her with more force.
The headboard begins to thump against the wall, but I couldn’t care less. All that matters is Charlotte beneath me, around me, her perfect body taking everything I give her.
“You like that?” I growl, hooking one of her legs over my arm to change the angle. “Like my cock filling up this tight pussy?”
“Yes,” she gasps, her head thrown back in ecstasy. “Fuck, yes.”
“I can feel how much you need it, baby,” I tell her, watching her face contort with pleasure. “I can feel you squeezing me, milking my cock. I can’t wait to feel you come all over me.”
Her eyes fly open, locking with mine. The connection is electric, intensifying every sensation. I reach between us, my thumb finding her clit, circling it in time with my thrusts.
“That’s it, baby,” I encourage as her breathing hitches. “Come all over my cock.”
She comes with a cry, her back arching off the bed, her pussy clenching around me like a vise. The sight of her coming undone, the feel of her pulsing around me, is almost too much to bear.
I drive into her harder, chasing my own release.
“Fuck, Charlotte,” I groan, my rhythm faltering as the pressure builds at the base of my spine. “You’re gonna make me come. You feel too fucking good.”
She wraps her legs around my waist and pulls me deeper.
It sends me straight over the edge.
My orgasm tears through me with brutal intensity, my hips jerking as I empty myself into the condom. For a moment,everything goes white, pleasure so intense it borders on pain coursing through me.