Page 31 of That Stranded Feeling
And I believe him. He gazes down at me like he’s just unwrapped the best and most-surprising gift. I feel as beautiful as he thinks I am, truly beautiful for the first time in my life.
I grab his shoulders, and my legs fall farther apart as he gradually opens me, his fingers searching deeper.
I drop my mouth to his shoulder and gasp against his firm flesh when he finds my entrance.
Desperate to touch him, too, I grapple with his belt. But before I make it to the button, he slides his finger up to my clit. Fireworks of pleasure shoot from my center and blast through my veins. I grip the ends of his belt as he slides back and forth from my entrance to my clit.
“You feel perfect,” he says with a deep, gravelly sigh, as his other hand finds my nipple.
“I need to feel you too.” And, somehow, I gather enough mental capacity to undo his jeans and slip my way inside his boxers.
He heaves out a long breath when I wrap my fingers around his long, thick, rock-hard dick.
The plan to stick to just kissing has clearly flown right out of the window and is now over the mountains and far, far away.
Good God, if he feels this good in my hand, I can’t even comprehend how good he will feel inside me. His hungry tongue finds mine. And as he pulses in my fist, he still manages to maintain full concentration on my mouth, my nipple and my clit.
I could come any second, but there’s no way I’m letting that happen without this glorious dick inside me.
I have some two-year-old condoms in a drawer upstairs, but right now that might as well be a million miles away, and I don’t want to break the magic to fetch one.
“Do you have protection?” I pant against his lips.
He nods, reaches into his back pocket, and pulls out his wallet.
Part of me is pleased we don’t have to stop and go upstairs, and part of me is dismayed he might have packed one in case he picks up someone at his aunt and uncle’s party. But that’s a dilemma for later.
I push his jeans and underwear down to where his knees rest on the floor, and finally feast my eyes on what my hands have been enjoying. And what a delicious feast it is. A smooth, delicious, proud dick that’s mine for the taking. I am one very lucky girl. I bend and take the tip of it in my mouth as he rips the foil pack open.
I’ve only ever done this out of duty before, but right now I could not be more desperate to feel him in my mouth and get my first taste of him. As I run my tongue over the head, lick off the precum, and give it a gentle suck, he pulls his hips back.
“If you do that, I’ll be over in a second. And I can’t tell you how much I want to be inside you.”
Thank God. “I want that too.”
He sheathes himself as we kiss, and maneuvers into place. I lean back on the sofa and wrap my legs around his waist as he eases his tip inside me.
Every drop of air in my lungs flies out of my mouth in a long sound that’s somewhere between a gasp, a sigh, and whatever noise it is you make when you see heaven.
It’s been such a long time for me, and it’s a stretch to take him. He must notice, because he slowly and thoughtfully eases himself bit by bit inside me until I’ve adjusted.
My eyes drift shut as my body dissolves into a pile of feelings. It’s like I don’t exist. I’m consumed by him, full of him. There’s plenty of him, and yet I still can’t get enough.
He leans forward over me, pressing his hands into the sofa on either side of my chest.
I look up and can’t quite believe I’m naked and cradling this beautiful man who’s rocking in and out of me in my living room.
He dips his head and sucks my nipple. “So good,” he breathes.
I grab his butt with both hands and pull him forward so he rubs against me at the perfect angle. Every nerve ending in my body is more alive than it’s ever been. I know I’m on my way. I’ve hit the point of no return.
“I can’t hold on,” I whisper.
“Me neither,” he pants, grinding his hips and hitting me in the perfect spot as he thrusts back and forth.
I’m rising and lost, my mind empty of everything except blind bliss. His skin against mine, his strokes inside me, his lips on the side of my neck.
I start to break and let myself go, allowing the waves to crash over and over me. Then I realize he’s coming with me, his thrusts hard and eager, wanting me as much as I want him.
