She squeaked when I grabbed her ass and held her to me as I jumped to my feet. I stalked to my bedroom and laid her on the mattress of my massive bed. “So fucking gorgeous,” I murmured with awe as I drank in the sight of the woman of my dreams sprawled naked in front of me.
“You’re not exactly a slouch, either,” she teased, her eyes—clear blue again—twinkling.
“Is that so?” I smirked and hooked my fingers in my pants, chuckling when she blushed. Carefully, I eased them down, trying not to catch on my cock, which was already painfully hard. Still, I winced when it sprang free and whipped up, slapping against my stomach.
Samantha gasped as I kicked them off and climbed onto the bed, settling myself on top of her. Although I kept most of my weight on my elbows so I wouldn’t crush her, I pressed our bodies together, pillowing her tits against my chest and snuggling my dick into the apex of her thighs.
“James,” she said in a wary voice. “You’re really big.”
I chuckled, even as I swelled a little more, which I hadn’t thought was possible. “You don’t need flattery to get orgasms from me, baby.”
“I don’t think you’re going to fit.”
“Trust me, baby.” I cupped one of her cheeks and softly kissed her lips. “You were made for me.”
She still didn’t look convinced, so I kissed her again, this time deepening it. Our tongues tangled, and I caressed her shoulder before sliding my hand up her neck to grasp her chin. She moaned softly when I changed the angle of her head, and our kiss went from fiery to a frenzied burn.
I nudged one of my legs between hers, then eased hers open a little so I could lay between them. My hips bucked into her center, and Samantha gasped, instinctively widening her legs.
She was soaked, and every time I rocked against her, my cock was coated in her cream a little more. I knew she’d take me easier if I made her come again, but when she tilted her pelvis as I glided through her folds, the angry, swollen head of my dick dipped into her channel.
Her muscles clamped down, and my control snapped.
I lifted her under her knees so her bent legs rested on the flats of her feet. Then I pressed them to the side, exposing her as much as possible. After breaking our kiss, I raised my torso, supporting myself with my hands fisted on the mattress. I stared at my cock just kissing her entrance, and raw, animalistic need flooded through every inch of my body.
The only part of my brain that was still working reminded me to be careful with my girl. I didn’t want to hurt her any more than I had to.
I pulled back, then pushed in, going a little farther this time. Samantha and I both moaned in low, gritty tones. Fuck. I didn’t know how the hell I was going to be slow when her pussy gripped me like a vise, making my nerve ends tingle as fire licked at my insides.
“James…”
I looked at Samantha’s face and found her gazing up at me with blue orbs full of trust and desire.
“Don’t stop,” she begged softly.
Shoving down the urge to fuck her fast and hard, I retreated again before going in another inch. “That’s it, baby. Squeeze your tight pussy, and don’t let me go. Oh fuck, yeah. Just like that.” I sank deeper with each rock of my hips until I felt resistance and paused.
My basest instincts took over, and I shouted in ecstasy when my hips punched forward, and I filled her from root to tip. “Fuck!”
Samantha froze, and it penetrated the haze of need controlling me. “Are you okay?” I rasped, my body strung tight as a bow from trying not to move.
“I think so. It hurt, but…”
“But?”
Her eyes dropped, and pink stained her cheeks. “It feels good. I think…um…”
“Don’t ever be embarrassed to tell me what you want, baby. Or about anything we do together.” A feral grin curved my lips. “Tell me, Samantha. What do you want?”
“Could…could you move?”
“Can I?” I asked, quirking a brow.
Her lips pursed with exasperation, making me want to laugh, but I was a little busy fighting my instincts.
“I want you to move,” she told me with a demanding edge that made me smile.
“Like this?” I slowly withdrew and glided back in.