Bram
I couldn’t wait a second longer. What little patience I had left for Nicola had snapped and I let loose like a rubber band that’s been stretched to the end.
I grab her face, that fucking perfect, sweet face and kiss her more wildly, more violent and desperate than I’ve ever felt before. Her mouth feels like silk as my tongue thrusts inside, wanting to claim every wet inch and her skin feels like heaven, clouds, that beckon you to grab and squeeze and make yours.
A small whimper escapes her lips and into my mouth and her hands are on my bare chest, trying to push me back but I can’t wait. While I’m still kissing her, I reach back and quickly close the door behind me, silently, aware that Ava is asleep. I have no intentions of waking her up, of having any interruptions. I’m going to get deep inside Nicola tonight and fuck her so raw, so hard, until she has no choice but to see the animals we are.
I grab her roughly and with a grunt, flip her over my shoulder, like a caveman would, like a hunter would bring home a meal, and take her into the bedroom where I throw her on the bed. She bounces on it and I shut the door behind us, making sure it locks, then take the condom foil out of my pocket and toss it on the bed before sliding off my pants.
She’s breathless and wide-eyed as she stares at my naked, massive erection for the first time. It’s just the reaction I want. Actually, she’s looking a wee bit intimidated but that’s not so bad for the ego either.
“There’s no time for foreplay,” I warn her gruffly as I get on the bed and crawl toward her, my thick shaft bobbing between us. “But I’ll get you wet all the same.” I put my hand on her shoulders and push her down onto the bed while I settle over top of her, my hands on both sides of her face. I run my thumb over her lips, pushing it in until I get between her teeth.
“It wasn’t just tonight that thoughts of you have kept me up,” I tell her, wanting to know how badly she’s gotten under my skin. “It’s every night. It’s all the time.” I remove my thumb and press my body down on top of her, so she can feel how hard, long and ready I am. Her eyes widen but they aren’t afraid. It’s like her body has been ready for this and her mind is struggling to catch up.
She’s eager, even though she doesn’t know what will happen next.
I reach over for the condom packet, my heart pounding loudly, and spread her legs apart with my knee. The scent of her already drifts up and I breathe it in deeply, sweet and musky, more addicting than any perfume.
Quickly, before I lose it, my body hair-trigger sensitive, I sit back on my heels and rip the condom open, sheathing the thin latex over my length. I watch Nicola’s face, her eyes taking me all in and I remind myself that even when I’m turning down an extra beer and sweating for hours at the gym, this moment is all worth it. I take the best damn care of my body and she can’t seem to take her eyes off of me.
Once it’s on, I shake a drop of sweat from my brow – Christ, I’m burning up in here, my skin feeling like the sun – and lower myself down on her, keeping all my weight on one arm as my free hand slinks between her waiting legs.
“Just making sure you’re ready for me,” I murmur to her, my lips and teeth finding the soft, delicate lobe of her ear and tugging on it just so. I bring my hand up to her pussy and grin against her cheek. Not only does she feel just as plump and silky as before, now she’s positively drenched. Fuck, I should ditch my plans and just lap up every last decadent drop but then I know I’d be blowing my load in the first minute. There’s nothing so primitively sexy, so fucking raw, than eating a woman out, licking up every ounce of what makes her her. When you combine that with the pleasure you’re giving her, I dare any real man not want to lose control. Turning her on turns me on.
“You’re so fucking wet,” I tell her as I push two fingers inside her tight little hole. The way she squeezes around them, holding me, makes my eyes momentarily roll back in my head. Fuck, and that’s just my fingers.
Her breath hitches and she arches back, her round, pale breasts heaving upwards. I run my tongue over her nipples, hard pebbles that respond to my every touch, and she groans loudly. I push my fingers in further and the groan deepens. She’s like a fucking smorgasbord, a buffet, a feast, and I have no idea where to start but every single item is bound to be delicious.
I can’t take much more. I make a fist around my rigid shaft and position it at her entrance. Her eyes flutter from being closed to being open wide as I slowly rub my swollen head up and down her shiny cleft. It feels too incredible.
“Oh God,” she says breathlessly. “Just get inside me already.”
“Impatient,” I comment. “I like that.”
She pauses for a moment. “Just…it’s been a long time. I may have been revirginized.”
The stupid smile on my face spreads even wider. “You say all the right things. I’ll go slow.”
And even though going slow is the last thing I want – fuck, every nerve in my body is ready to slam right into her hot depths and ram her until she’s up against the headboard – I do it anyway. I slowly start to make my way inside her.
No, it’s more like force my way inside her because she’s that damn tight, like a wet little vice that grips every heavy millimetre of my cock.
“Shit,” I growl, looking down to see myself as I push into her. My head has disappeared into that sweet pink dream. So slippery, so surreal. “This is a test of my will,” I tell her.
“Easy,” she says through a shaking exhale. She lies back and I wait until she relaxes a bit more before I ease in further. She’s so hot and wet as I slowly work my way inside that I begin to shake. I pause, for myself this time, and take in a deep, ragged breath.
“Am I hurting you?” she asks quietly.
“Sweetheart,” I say, my voice low and throaty. “You’re only hurting my resolve.”
She smiles at that and relaxes more but it’s not enough.
“Open yourself,” I tell her. “I’m only halfway there. I want you to take all of me.”
She blinks. “Shit, I thought I was.”
I shake my head, more droplets of sweat falling off and landing on her breasts.
She takes in a deep breath but I know how to speed up the process. I place my thumb on her clit and rub it around, her juices spreading. I work at her until I feel her widen and then I push in further. She gasps but she puts her hands at my ass and presses her fingers in, controlling my speed. But she’s still pulling me forward.
I’m holding my breath, forgetting to exhale, so wrapped up in this dizzying plunge, feeling like some conqueror taking over a new land. She spreads out beneath me, so soft and lush, like paradise and she lifts her knees higher, opening herself wider, and finally I’m in all the way, my balls pressing up against her and I feel this close to blacking out. She gasps but grips me with tight, blistering fury.
I groan loudly, unable to keep quiet. For all of my reputation as a lady’s man, I know I won’t be able to make a good impression this first time. The need in me is too sharp, too hard, too much. I slide out slowly and watch my thick shaft shiny with everything she has then plunge back in. My whole body shudders.
But even if I’m going to come soon, and fuck it’s going to be amazing, I’m not doing so without her. I steady myself and with force I grab her thighs and yank her up and to me, holding on tight with one hand, my fingers digging into her soft flesh, while my other hand goes for her clit again.
She moans, loud, and then has the strength to place a pillow over her face to muffle the cries. I have to admit, it’s hot when she watches my dick slide in and out of her but it’s also hot when she can’t see anything at all.
“Don’t hold back, babe,” I whisper, breath ragged and deep. “I’m not. Not this time. I can’t.”
My hips roll back and forth and I plunge in and out, from tip to the last thick inch of my cock. My rhythm becomes faster and faster and I know I can’t keep my cum at bay for much longer. Her pussy is so tight, so eager, I feel like I’m on fucking drugs, like I’m sticking my dick into some sexual trip I may never sober up from.
I work my fingers into a frenzy and her muffled moans get louder and louder while I slam into her harder and harder. Her back is arched, nipples pink peaks, and I know she’s close.
“Fuck!” she cries out. “Oh, Jesus.”
Because I’m starting to pound into her so hard, shaking the bed, shaking her breasts, I can’t tell if she’s spasming or not, but then I feel her clench around me, off and on, and I know she’s there, lost in the spiral.
I take in a deep breath and let out a low, guttural cry as my coiled muscles let loose and the orgasm rips down my spine, shooting out through every nerve ending. I’m fucking her so hard I think I’m going to push her bed right through the wall, right into my apartment and then I’m white-hot, wild, undone.
I come hard, blasting my load so fast and powerful I fear I might just tear a hole in the condom. I’m shuddering so hard that the bed is still shaking, even though the pumping of my hips has slowed. Through my blissful, electric haze, I can still hear Nicola moaning into the pillow, gasping and making nonsensical noises. I may be doing the same, it’s hard to tell when you have no control over your body, no real awareness of what’s going on except you’re a million miles above the fucking planet and you have no idea when you’re coming down.
When my arms start to tremble, I slowly lower myself so I’m on top of her, the wet slick of my sweaty chest pressing against hers. It’s so animalistic, that feeling, like we’re operating on a level of instinct and desire, eons before the mind comes in. It’s silly to say we’re on a soul-to-soul level, but it’s not far off.
“Sorry,” I say as I take the pillow off of her face. “I couldn’t hold back. You’re fucking kryptonite.”
She stares at me, her face completely flushed pink and glowing, her eyes heavy, like she’s in a dream. She’s never looked more beautiful. I want her like this all the fucking time.
“I can’t even…” she says, her voice airy and she smiles.
“Next time, it will be different,” I tell her, smoothing her damp hair away from her face. She’s got wild, mad bedhead and just adds to this crazed goddess look she has going on.
She shakes her head once. “Good Lord, I hope not. That was…that was…there are no words.”
“Oh, it will be just as amazing,” I assure her, kissing her lightly on the lips. She tastes like salt. I breathe in deeply and the smell of our sex, both musty and new, almost makes me hard again. If it wasn’t for the fact that I have to pull out and remove the condom, I don’t think I’d ever have to come out.
But I do. It’s only polite.
I move back a bit and pull out, gripping the condom to make sure it doesn’t spill all over her. I get up and head to the en-suite washroom, making sure I’m all cleaned up before coming back to bed.
She’s nestled under the covers, the top of it barely covering her breasts and in the glow of her nightstand lamp, she looks positively sated. Perfect.
“Mind if I get in?” I ask her, not knowing if she just wanted me here for a fuck or for something more. I hope to fuck it’s for something more.
She gives me a lazy smile and then lifts open the blanket. I sigh inwardly with relief and get in.
I’m not much of a cuddler but now that I’m in bed with her, naked, it feels sinful not to be touching every inch of her soft body. She’s such a fucking goddess with those freckles and pouty pink lips and creamy skin and I know she has no idea. It totally adds to the appeal.
I pull her toward me and kiss her shoulder, still warm and damp. My fingers get lost in the mess of her hair. I don’t know what to say – I’ve never been much for pillow talk – I just want to hold her in my arms as I sleep and hopefully wake up in a few hours for another round.
But she feels slightly tense, hesitant. She’s rubbing her lips together like she’s got something on her mind and I have a feeling I know what it is.
“You know,” I say slowly, running my fingers over the bridge of her cute nose, over her luscious lips. “Contrary to popular belief, that actually meant something to me.”
She swallows and tilts her head to look at me. “Yeah?”
I knew it. My reputation will follow me everywhere.
“Yeah.” I kiss her neck and murmur into her was. “And I don’t shag more than one woman at a time. I’m fucking you now and I’m going to keep doing so for as long as you want my cock around. I know you said only an idiot would fall for this line, but I only have eyes for you and there’s no sense in screwing someone else if I’m going to be thinking of you the whole time.”
She nods. “Okay. Well, you don’t have to worry about that with me.”
“Don’t be so sure,” I tell her. “I’ve seen you at work. I’ve seen the way men look at you, the same way you do. But as long as I can be the only man who conquers you, I’ll be happy. And I’ll do my damndest to make you happy.”
She smiles softly. “You almost sound sweet there.”
“Just give me a few more minutes and sweet will be the last thing on your mind.”
But in a few more minutes, we’re both asleep.