Felicity
We smash our lips together so hard I feel my teeth hit his. He moans deeply, more of an animal’s growl, and lifts me off my feet. My arms ache from where his hands grip me, but I don’t care. It’s part of the pleasure. His strength, his intimidating strength, the power of him. He growls and I moan as we kiss. We open our mouths and our tongues touch, brushing, and then whirring around each other as though in a dance.
He places me on my feet and lets go of my shoulders. One hand moves down to my ass, gripping it hard. I imagine my ass cheek going red with his handprint and a thrill of pleasure moves through me. The other hand reaches down and grabs my crotch. I reach down and grab the front of his pants. His cock is huge, the biggest cock I have ever touched. It presses through his pants and into my hands like an iron rod, urgent, insistent. I rub it up and down and he growls even deeper.
He rubs my pussy fast, his arm pumping. All his killer’s power goes into the effort of rubbing me. He squashes my clit against my pussy and pushes down on it with such power I’m almost lifted off my feet again.
Then he breaks off the kiss and looks down at me, his face no longer uncertain. He is sure about this, I can see. He is absolutely certain this is what he wants to do.
I unbutton his pants as fast as I can. They fall down his ankles and his cock springs up and hits me in the belly. It’s nine inches, at least, so hard it sticks almost straight up. I look down at it, biting my lip. I’ve never felt such anticipation for a cock before. It’s Roma’s cock, and that means so much more. I grab it at the base and rub hard, fast.
“Fuck . . .”
He unbuttons my pants and yanks them down, and then immediately slides his finger inside of me. I had no clue how wet I was until now; his finger slides in easily, without any resistance at all. He slides deep inside of me and my body is gripped with pleasure. It’s like a giant’s hand grabs me tight and throws me around. He pushes his finger deep inside of me, rubbing my sweet spot. I close my eyes and—
The orgasm hits me like a gunshot out of nowhere. My chest pulsates and everything trembles and I throw my head back, moaning without reserve.
Then it passes and I see that Roma’s face is stern. “I can’t wait any longer,” he breathes. “I need you.”
Without waiting for my response, he steps out of his pants. Then he lifts me off my feet, my pants falling to the grass, and lays me flat. The grass tickles my spine, sending shivers all over me. I look up as Roma leans over me, his shoulder muscles bulging through his shirt. I can’t stop myself. I grab him by the shirt and lift it over his head, throw it aside. His torso is taut, his pecs rock-solid and his belly a firm slab of muscle. I grab his arms, feeling the well-defined muscles, and stare into his eyes.
“Fuck me, Roma,” I moan. My pussy pricks with longing for his cock.
He props himself up with one arm, reaches down, and guides himself inside of me.
Holy. Fuck.
Holy fuck!
Holy fucking fuck!
His cock stretches me wider than I ever thought I could go, a huge mass pushing inside of me. He goes deeper and deeper and reaches places no man ever has before. He hits my sweet spot, the tip of his cock pressing it, and then he holds it for a moment. His jaw is clenched and his chest rises and falls rapidly.
“You’re the sexiest fucking woman I’ve ever seen in my life.”
I make to respond—then he thrusts in and out, and words are lost to me.
He pounds into me hard and I know it’s because he can’t stop himself. His cock is huge and rhythmic, in and out, in and out, deep and fire-hot. My pussy is on fire, burning. I bring my hands to his back, feel the shifting pack of muscle as he fucks me. He’s like a wild wolf finally let out of the cage. He’s wanted this since he first saw me. He’s wanted this since the first second he laid eyes on me. This drives me on. I push my hips up to meet him, matching his pace, and we fuck greedily.
His breath touches my forehead and his cock is a jackhammer, never missing a beat, pulling me into its boiling-hot pleasure. Soon, my mind empties and all I feel is his cock. This has never happened to me before. Usually, I’m self-conscious during sex. But not with Roma. I look into his face but I barely see it. I barely hear his grunts. My world has shrunk down to one sensation. His pounding cock.
“Fuck—fuck—fuck!”
In and out, in and out, so fast it’s like one huge movement.
I feel the orgasm building, a wave inside of me, as though my insides want to explode in a tsunami of tingles and burns and pulses.
“I’m going to—”
Words become impossible.
“Come,” he urges, voice deep. I know he’s close, too, but he’s waiting for me to finish. “Come for me, Felicity.”
I can’t—
The wave builds and builds and then—
I don’t realize I’ve been holding my breath before the orgasm hits me. My body seizes up. My pussy goes tight around his cock. The waves break and push through my body, causing me to gyrate. Pleasure like I have never experienced, pleasure I never dreamed was possible, attacks me. I dig my fingernails into his skin, feel the skin break, but he doesn’t so much as wince.
Yes, yes, yes, yes!
The orgasm takes me violently, throws me about, and then I’m left panting, lightheaded, disoriented.
“Thank fuck,” Roma breathes, pounding into me one last time, burying himself right to the shaft inside of me.
“Fuck,” he grunts.
I reach up and touch his face as he comes inside of me.
“Fuck,” he repeats, falling to the side.
We lay still for what feels like a long time, under the moon and the stars. Faraway, a bird sings out into the night.
Then Roma lifts his arm. Without needing to discuss it, I climb into him and rest my head on his chest.
“That was—”
“I know,” I interrupt. “I felt it, too.”
It was like our bodies knew each other, like they had been waiting our entire lives for us to meet, and only then would they reach their full potential for pleasure. I close my eyes, too exhausted to think about getting dressed, too exhausted to think about where we are. Too exhausted, even, to think about Roma walking into the night.
I’m content in a way I haven’t been in weeks. Roma caresses my shoulder and I hear in his breathing that he is just as tired as me.
Then I close my eyes, falling into a deep, dreamless sleep.