Gidget’s senses lit up like a forest fire. Every brush or caress from Butch made her breath hitch. He was taking his damn time looking her over, with a languid thoroughness that drove her crazy. No man ever took this sort of time to savor her. For some dumb reason, she thought Butch would be the same as other men. She should have known better by now.
“I swear,” she said, her voice coming out shaky. “You keep this up and I’m gonna come just standing here.”
“That would be fine.” His left hand slid down the side of her thigh, then he dragged his fingertips back up along the inside seam. He scissored the folds of her pussy with his index and middle finger and her knees gave out. He caught her as she crumpled onto him.
“It feels too good with you,” she breathed into his ear, straddling him on the chair. He caught a nipple between his teeth and she made a hissing sound, something foreign to her own ears. This man made fire pump through her. He palmed her ass cheek, his fingertips grazing the crease of her ass, coming dangerously near to her asshole.
“Jesus.” She hooked her arms around his neck, sinking on top of him. He nuzzled her neck, the warmth of his lips finding the hollow behind her ear, skipping a trail up along her jawline. When their lips finally met, he tasted like whiskey and lust, something primal that she’d never felt before. He smashed his tongue into her mouth and she accepted it, let it bleed into another kiss and then another.
When they parted she pressed her forehead to his, drawing long, ragged breaths. She glanced down, confirming what she’d suspected—she’d drenched his jeans with her pussy.
“Sorry.” She shifted on top of him, the fly of his jeans scraping against her throbbing clit. “I didn’t mean to…”
His gaze traveled down, and he let out an appreciative moan. “Maybe I should take these off then.”
She clambered backwards to let him take his pants off. He unzipped his pants and pushed them down; blue and white striped boxers emerged, something painfully plain and run-of-the-mill, like maybe he’d gotten them in prison. But the bulge framed there made up for his simple choice of underwear. He bent down to slide his jeans off and the head of his cock slipped out of the waistband, dark veins prominent on the bulging head. She licked her lips. When he sat up, she tore his shirt up and over his head. The way he grinned at her made her feel like they were teens having fun after school.
“Jesus, Butch.” She smoothed her hand over the peek-a-boo head of his dick, rubbing the silky-smooth skin between her thumb and forefinger. His thighs went rock hard and he caught her at the waist, bringing her back to a straddle on top of him.
“I can’t tell you how many times I’ve imagined you on top of me like his.” His hands drew wide circles over the small of her back, up the length of her spine. “I’ve come too many times to count.”
She shivered under his touch, rocking her hips back and forth lightly over the ridge of his dick. Every so often the bare tip would graze her clit and pleasure jolted through her.
“So have I.” She smoothed her hands over the newly exposed skin of his chest, thumbs making circles around the dime of darkened skin around his nipples. He was smooth and hard, exactly as she’d imagined but better. Without his shirt on, he oozed something masculine yet tender, a warm embrace that would protect as much as it could arouse. “I always masturbate thinking about you when I take a shower.”
His eyes fluttered shut and he laughed low, almost a growl. “I’ve imagined you that way too.”
She grazed her breasts across his lips, moaning as he captured a nipple between his teeth. He ran his hands up her belly, under the curve of her breasts. He cupped each breast in turn as he sucked at both nipples, causing girlish gasps and giggles that she couldn’t control.
When he’d had enough of her giggles, he buried his face between her breasts and then exhaled loudly. “You kill me, Gidget.”
Her pussy ached from wanting him so badly, but she relished this slow pace, this languid path of discovery. “Back atcha, Butch.” She lowered herself a bit, letting her pussy settle on top of him. His cockhead nestled in her folds and she reached between them, fishing it out of his boxers.
Butch groaned, his eyes fastened on her hand as she fisted the length of him. He was steel wrapped in satin, and gloriously big. Of course he would be. He was Butch, pure sex cut from granite even though he never drank enough water, and she doubted he’d be able to even make it all the way inside her.
“You’re so big.” She meant it as a compliment, and as a warning.
“I’ll go slow.”
“Maybe I want to take it all,” she whispered, positioning herself above him. His eyes shot up to meet her gaze and there was excitement there, maybe confusion too. She settled her hips over him, hands firm on his shoulders, and then eased down so his cockhead found her slick entrance. Butch’s fingers sunk into the flesh of her hips and she moved down, taking him as slow as she could, relishing the stretch of accommodating him.
His head fell back and he groaned, his abs rigid and defined as she sunk lower. A gasp escaped her when he was only halfway in. That might be all she could take. She pressed her mouth to his, wiggling a little more, and then she sunk further, languorous and natural, until their pelvic bones met and he was buried to the hilt inside her.
“Ohhhh fuck,” Butch groaned, his eyes squeezed shut. His chest heaved with his rapid breathing. She brushed her lips against his jawline, starting a slow rhythm as her pussy finished acclimating to him. He was bigger than any man she’d ever been with. And he filled her in a way she hadn’t known was possible.
“You feel so fucking good,” she breathed into his ear, raising up a little bit, then easing back down. Butch groaned again, something caught between animalistic and pained, and she did it again, tingles shooting through her as she slammed down onto him.
Butch tried to still her hips as she raised up a third time but she blew past him, slamming down onto him with more confidence and force. Christ it felt good to fuck this man. Better than she’d ever imagined while fingering herself into outer space inside the shower. Butch sucked at his teeth, and when he spoke his voice was almost unrecognizable.
“I’m gonna come, babe,” he panted. She smirked, rocking her hips against him, the blazing nub of her clit desperate for the friction. The pleasure on top of him was deliriously good, but she wasn’t ready quite yet.
But maybe Butch was. He grabbed at her hips, head tossed back as a gravely moan erupted, deep and otherworldly. Heat filled her, seeping out from around his cock, and she smiled, a laugh escaping her.
“It has been a long, long time,” he croaked, his arms circling her waist. “Sorry. Give me a minute, I can do better.”
She squealed, tightening her arms around his neck. “You didn’t have to tell me that. I wanted to feel like a porn star goddess.”
“Oh, trust me.” Butch buried his face in her tits and sighed loudly. “You have something magic going on down there.”
She rocked her hips in a circle, her own climax still burning on the horizon. “You’re still hard, babe.”
“I know.” He squeezed her hips, looking up at her. “I never said we were done.”
Gidget resumed her rhythm from before, drawing up high and then slamming down on top of him, each pull eliciting a moan from Butch. Every rock and thud of their bodies pushed her closer to orgasm. She slipped and slid on top of him, her pussy throbbing and more sensitive with each collision. He palmed her ass cheeks as she rode him, his touch sending waves of heat cascading through her.
“Mmmm.” Her eyes drifted shut as she hit her stride, finding just the rhythm and angle that she loved. With most guys, it could take her an hour to come. With Butch, she was ready in under ten minutes.
“I love watching you fuck me,” he growled, grabbing at her breast. One of his hands wandered between her legs as she rode him, his thumb knocking against her clit. “I want to see you come, Gidget.”
She rocked harder, rolling in circles, the uphill climb to climax making her veins tighten. “I’m almost there.”
“Don’t stop.” Butch poked and prodded at her clit. Pleasure coiled dense inside her, spring-loaded and ready to pop. She loved how he felt inside her, stretching her still, rock-hard and steady beneath her. She bounced on top of him faster, her breasts jiggling. Butch let another moan, and the next time he squeezed her clit sent her tumbling over the edge.
She wailed, the dam breaking inside her and hot waves of bliss flooding her, every last crevice of her being, until her vision went spotty and then blinding white. She tossed her head back, riding him even though the waves were almost too intense to handle. Butch moved beneath her as she came, over and over again, her pussy contracted and gobbling up more of him as the climax steamrolled her.
Breathless and spent, she slowed her movements, draping herself over his shoulder. Butch stroked her back, his breath coming out in hot spurts at her ear.
“That was the sexiest fucking thing I’ve ever seen,” he said.
All she could do was laugh weakly.
“I came again. Not sure you noticed with how you were rocking out up there.”
She pulled back to look at him, pleased by the tenderness on his face, the way it felt like she was the only one in the entire world who was seeing this version of Butch. “Well. I guess I do have a porn star goddess pussy after all.”
Butch dragged his thumb across her cheek, his eyes shining. “Don’t get cocky about it.”
“I won’t. Because you have a porn star dick, too.”
“Guess that means we should make our own movies then.” He squeezed her hips, his eyes flashing.
She laughed, easing off of him. Her knees were sore from riding him in that position. But getting off him now wouldn’t be the end. No, she had a feeling this doorway was one they’d continue going through, for as long as they’d both allow.
His cum dripped down her thighs as she stood. He wiped a bit of it away, tutting. “Didn’t think to bring a condom.”
“Me neither. We should get some. You know, play it safe.”
He nodded, his eyes raking her up and down. “Gonna need a pack of one hundred, then.”
She tugged at his hand, pulling him toward the bed. He complied, his cock shining red and half-limp from the hole of his boxers. She climbed on top of the bedspread and he pushed his boxers off before joining her.
“Time to go to sleep,” she whispered, placing kisses over the deep hollow of his neck. Her fingers tripped over the washboard ridges of his abs, tracing patterns over his rock-solid pectorals. He leaned back, pulling her easily into his arms.
“Right.” He pressed his mouth against hers, prompting a desperate and juicy kiss. “Sleep.”