The shadows contoured his muscles, broad shoulders that were made to be held onto, strong arms and well-defined abs, plus that deep, mouth-watering V that disappeared into his boxers. And that bulge.That bulge.
Oh, my God.
He was big. Very big.
Swallowing hard, I stared at him, waiting for him to reveal that glorious cock. I just knew it'd be the most perfect cock I'd ever seen. It had to be.
He started to edge down his boxers, drool probably escaping down my chin. But he stopped himself.
"Lay back, baby," he said instead.
Hitting me with that baby. Whenever he called me that, I'd do whatever he said. So I did as he asked and tried to fall back as seductively as I could and not just plop down. As amazing as thiswas, at the same time, it was also exhausting as heck trying to be a goddess in bed.
Mystery man grabbed a pillow, and for a brief moment, I wondered if I'd totally misjudged the situation and now he was going to smother me? Good freaking lord.
But instead he kept the pillow near my lower half and said, "Lift your hips."
Excuse me? An article I'd read some time ago popped into my head. Oh, right. Something about deeper penetration if I recalled correctly?
Holding back my squeal of excitement about not onlynotgetting smothered, but also—hello—deeper penetration, I gladly lifted my hips, and Phantom/Mystery Man slid the pillow under my ass.
"You're so fucking sexy," he murmured, crawling over me and caging me in with those muscular arms.
He covered me in kisses, up my arm, along my collarbone, then straight to my mouth, a soft, slow kiss full of sensuality and controlled heat.
This was my chance to finally feel him. Tentatively, I placed my hands on his bulging biceps, running them up and down, soaking in every inch of him.
The kiss grew deeper, his tongue delving into my mouth, my hands ramping up their exploration, going to his shoulders, all along his back, everywhere I could reach. His skin was so smooth, so warm and firm, his strength palpable as he held himself above me.
I couldn't get enough of him.
The weight of his lower half pushed into me, and I spread my legs around him, more than ready for him to fuck me. Sucking my lower lip into his mouth, he let it go, then kissed me with an urgency that took my breath away.
"Baby," he whispered. "I want you so much."
Those words filled up my chest to the brim, this experience more than I could have ever hoped for.
"I want you too."
Was that my voice? So breathy?
Whatever it was, it seemed to encourage him, and he kissed me hard one last time before pulling back.
Please be getting a condom. Please be getting a condom.
Sure enough, he grabbed his pants from the floor, the fabric rustling as he pulled something out. A moment later, he was removing his boxers, and I sat up on my elbows to watch the show. And hot damn, what a show it was!
His stiff cock sprung free, and my God, the size of him took my breath away. I'd give anything for more light so I could truly see and admire every inch of that divine dick.
"All for you," he said, grabbing himself.
He jerked his cock a few times while I stared. As much as I wanted him inside me, I'd die a happy woman if I could watch him do this all night. And day. And the next night. And so on and so on.
Taking his place back on the bed, he spread my legs apart and slid in between, this time kneeling on his knees. One hand gripped my thigh while the other went back to the base of his cock, which he guided up and down the length of my pussy, his pre-cum mixing with my wetness, the two of us making a slick, delicious mess.
The head of his cock hit my clit, and I gasped at how good it felt. God, I'd missed this so much. Miss wasn't even the right word since I'd never really had it like this before. But being deprived of it, that loss was soul deep.
And this man was somehow filling that hole. Literally. Well, almost.
