Seven
Looking at him seductively, I slowly grabbed the hem of my tank top and pulled it up over my head before dropping it on the floor. Standing, I shimmied out of my shorts and panties, letting them pool at my feet. Sinking back on the bed, I scooted ‘til I reached the pillows then laid back, drawing a hand down my body, leisurely circling my navel lightly with my fingertips. My desire for him ratcheted up another notch, pooling between my thighs.
Approaching, he unbuckled his belt and sat down on the edge of the bed, his eyes never leaving mine as he toed off his boots. Standing again, he unzipped his jeans. Reaching between his shoulders, he pulled his T-shirt over his head; he let it fall to the floor, then slid his jeans and boxers off and stepped out of them. When his cock sprung free—thick, long, and hard—my mouth dropped open. He was big, reaching almost to his belly button. It flexed as he moved.
Putting his knee on the bed, he crawled up the mattress ‘til he was leaning over my body. “Jiji, this has been brewing for a long time between us. It’s going to be explosive, but I promise you, you will only feel pleasure.”
I wound my arms around his neck, pulling his mouth down to me. He smelled woodsy, and his skin was full of colorful tattoos, arms bulging with muscles. He kissed me, his lips sipping at mine, asking me to open for him. His tongue dove in, tangling with mine. His knees spread my legs and he lowered himself into the cradle of my thighs, his cock fitting snugly against my pelvis. I sucked on his tongue, lifting my hips to rub against his cock, coating him with my wetness.
He trailed kisses down my neck, licking at my collarbone as my hands left his neck, moving down his shoulders, over his ribs, feeling all those steely muscles. My nails lightly scored his back as I curled one leg over his, rubbing it down his calf.
His lips found my nipple; he sucked it into the hot cavern of his mouth, rolling it around his tongue, scraping it with his teeth. I felt a jolt move straight from my nipple right to my core. Whimpering, I tried to get closer, pushing my breast into his mouth. His hand was working my other nipple, pulling and pinching it. The pleasure-pain arched my back, and I felt empty, my center clenching on nothing. I wanted—no, needed—my pussy to be filled by his thick cock. His hand left my nipple and coasted down my body ‘til he found my liquid center. He inserted two thick fingers inside me, stroking in and out, curling them upward until he hit my G-spot.
My heels dug into the mattress, my hips following his fingers, but it wasn’t enough. Grabbing his wrist, I urged him, “Breech, I need more.”
He withdrew his fingers, sliding down my body ‘til his mouth found my clit. Sucking it into his mouth, he used his teeth and tongue on the swollen bud. His fingers returned, and the twin stimulations of hand and mouth pushed me over the edge. My orgasm exploded through me, drawing my torso up like a bow, and a scream left my lips, throwing my head back against the pillow, tossing side to side. I tried to clamp my knees shut but he kept me open, licking every last drop, teasing my overstimulated flesh as he kept me on the edge.
I heard the crinkle of a wrapper, then he crawled back up my body, fitting the broad head of his cock to my opening. He lifted one leg over his arm, helping to widen me before pushing in; my slick passage helped him slide in a couple inches. “Relax, doll, you can take me; breathe out and let me in.”
I struggled to follow his instructions, but my body relaxed finally, stretching to accommodate his girth. I felt the burn, my heels pulling his ass towards my body. He forged ahead, sinking in a couple of inches, then withdrawing, using shallow thrusts, each taking him deeper into my womb until he bottomed out. He stilled when he slid in all the way, so I could adjust to his size; in the stillness I could feel his balls against my ass. The emptiness I had been feeling was gone, replaced by a fullness that felt heavenly.
“Baby, I’ve got to move,” he groaned, taking my hip in his big hand. He started slowly tunneling into me. I watched his cock disappear into my body, the sight turning me on more. I caught his rhythm, lifting my hips to meet him as he powered his cock into my hot, wet sheath. He worked me, changing angles and rhythm, never letting up as the tension built in my core while he spread me out and had me gripping the sheets, pulling the air from my lungs.
His brow was slick with sweat as he drove into me, the slapping of our flesh and heavy breathing an erotic soundtrack in the room. He read my body, feeling me strain to reach the summit. He changed the angle, tunneling so deep I could feel him hit my cervix.
“I need to come, Breech, please, I need to come.”
Sliding his hand between us, he rubbed and pinched my clit, and I screamed, my body strung tight like a bow. He held me still, stroking in and out, drawing out my climax ‘til I shuddered and shook in his arms. Suddenly he growled, his movements growing uncoordinated. He thrust hard, pinning me to the bed, groaning as he came, filling the condom; I could feel the heat deep inside my body. Dropping his head to my chest, he rolled so he wouldn’t crush me, our bodies still joined, my legs tangled with his, the breath sawing in and out of his lungs from the exertion.
Seconds ticked by while we caught our breath. He pulled out; a wet sucking sound signaled his withdrawal. I immediately felt the emptiness between my legs, and my body protested, wanting to feel that fullness once more. He stripped off the condom, tied it off, and tossed it then got up, padding naked to the bathroom. He returned with a wet cloth and towel. Gently he washed my pussy and thighs before drying me quickly. He dropped both off the side of the bed, climbed in, and spooned me, my back to his front.
“How do you feel, Jiji? I didn’t hurt you, did I?” I turned my head so I could look in his eyes.
“No, Breech—well, yeah, but it was the good kind of hurt.” Snuggling into his body, I felt him start to harden against my ass.
“Ignore him, doll, that’s going to be a permanent problem anytime you’re near me, especially naked and in my bed.”
I chuckled. “Has a mind of his own, does he? You’re not one of those guys that names it, are you?” He didn’t reply, so I glanced back at him. He looked horrified. I giggled, “Ok, then.” Yawning, I cuddled against him, closed my eyes, and fell asleep.