Page 11 of Man Hands
“I want to fuck you,” he says, and I nearly swoon again. Nobody ever speaks to me like that.I freaking love it. “Right here and right now, but I need to know you’re onboard.”
I nod like a bobblehead doll, lifting my hips for more of his star-studded treatment. Emphasisonstud.
“Baby, you’ve got tosayit.”
“I’m good! I want you to. I want you to, you know…” I’m not used to asking for (or getting) what I need. Who knew saying it out loud was so difficult? But I’ve come this far. I take a deep breath and use all my oxygen to say it. “FUCKME!”
Every party guest probably heard that. His eyes widen, and, for a horrified second, I worry that I’ve blown it. But then he smiles. “Yes,ma’am.”
Yes, ma’am. My heart pitter-patters. Such manners on mygardener.
Then my brain melts again as he reaches down and rewards me for my bravery with a slow stroke of my pussy. He leans over andbites my panties off my body. With his teeth. I didn’t even know that waspossible.
This is crazy. I know it, I know it, I know it. Still, my brain needs to shut up and let my body enjoy this. It sure doesn’tfeelwrong. Everything feels just right. Especially as his large hand nudges my kneesapart.
“Hurry,” I say. I don’t know why. It just seems imperative that we do this here and now and keep doing it until we bothexplode.
He’s found the condom and unwrapped it already. He starts to roll it down over his dick. But I stop him in order to take over. I have a whole new appreciation for hardwood, because that’s what he is. Hard wood. I roll the condom over him. He grits his teeth and thrusts into my hand, and the heated look on his face makes my insidesquiver.
Nobody has ever looked at me the way he is right now. I’m holding my breath again, because I’m afraid to ruin this perfectmoment.
He leans down to kiss me again. It’s so very sweet and polite. But I’m done with polite. I want him to bite me and squeeze and make the headboard bang into the wall. Except there is no headboard. So I’ll just have to settle for regularbanging.
He lines up (finally!) and, with an exhale, he eases in. He just keeps easing. For hours, I think. It takes a long,wonderfultime.
He bottoms out with a manly grunt, and we are both still. For a minute everything stops. I can hear the lake in the distance and the music from the party. I can hear laughter. The boathouse smells of wood and turpentine and his musk. I can even smell the earth he was digging in. He is inside me, and he fills me in a way that I didn’t know Ineeded.
Then he moves. Just a bit. It’s too much and too little. A slow circle. A slight thrust. I run my heels down his ass and give him a tiny shove. I don’t want slow. I want to be shattered. “Fuck me,” I say, softly at first and then with more force because it feels good to say whatIwant.
Whoknew?
I’m rewarded with another smile. Seriously, a girl could fall hard for that smile. He has big brown eyes that crinkle at theedges.
When he begins to move in earnest, though, the smile falls away. His thrusts are serious work. I hug my knees against his sides and breathe into the motion. He’s overwhelming. His tongue strokes across mine, and my synapses can’t even absorb all thesensation.
It’s…
It’s…
I’ll get back to you.Words…
Ungh.
We are two bodies, slapping and sweaty and thrumming. It shouldn’t be this easy with a stranger. It shouldn’t, but I can feel my climax edging closer. It feels like the best kind of being alive, this being whole and desired and wrecked bythisman.
I don’t want it to ever end. But I can’t hold it off anymore. “I’m going to…” I start. But then he grunts and clenches and I can feel his dick spasm within me. Impossibly, the sound of all that masculine power tips me over the edge. With him. It’s like a blast of white heat and light, and I clench my muscles so hard that the room goesblurry.
Wow. I feel spent, but alsoluminous.
We cling to each other, catching our breath. It takes a while for the world to start up again. We’re still joined, and I don’t want him to ever leave. But admittedly, it would be hard to walk around like this. Go shopping. Eat asandwich.
He pulls out and collapses next to me. His leg is over mine, and he reaches across my naked breast to grab my hand. “I’m Tom,”hesays.
“Brynn,” Ibreatheback.
“Well, Brynn… It’s really nice tomeetyou.”
We shakehands.
