CHAPTER 9
Mary
The second I step from the bathroom my eyes go directly to his. He’s lying in bed, a sheet up over his midsection, nothing else.
I move towards the bed slowly watching him as he watches me.
It’s hard to believe we haven’t even kissed yet, but it’s by design.
After that beautiful moment watching the deer…the moment that was interrupted we consciously decided to wait to save everything for the same time. To go all in on our first time spending the night together in a hotel, our first kiss, and of course our first time making love.
And tonight there will be no interruptions. I can see the phone on the chair in the corner. It’s unplugged, upside down and the receiver isn’t even attached to the main phone box thingy.
Mikey is over at Carrie’s house for the evening. Short of an emergency happening there will be the only way to get ahold of us. Cash already told me that only Carrie’s number will ring through to his cell phone and he’s already stressed the importance of not even attempting to get in touch with him until tomorrow. Emergencies? Of course, he’ll come right away. But anything else is better dealt with at a later time.
As I reach the side of the bed I allow my eyes to drift down his body, taking in all the physical glory that he is. A man who spends much of his day sitting and in meetings, but makes sure to compensate for it by working out like a man possessed.
And from the flex in his muscles and the look in his eyes it’s clear to see he’s possessed tonight. He’s ready to pounce and I’m ready to be pounced on.
But with one look at the size of him covered by the sheets and I know he’s going to take some getting used to. I’m not good with numbers or sizes but he’s clearly longer than my entire hand and well past my wrist. And if I made an okay sign by touching my first finger to my thumb his girth would be bigger than the circle. And I’m talking about the outside of the circle that includes my fingers, not the hole inside.
“You’re so damn beautiful I can’t even control myself,” he says.
“Nor can I,” I say.
I drop the towel slightly exposing one breast. My nipples are hard and elongated. He looks and without thinking licks his lips as if he’s ready to devour me. I cover myself back up before he does.
He slowly moves his hand across his body taking hold of the sheet and pulling it back, lifting it higher around his midsection to compensate for the tent he’s pitching.
He places the sheet next to him and I take in the sight of his body completely uncovered.
Seeing his powerful legs and core that day outside the house after he’d been out for a run was one thing. Seeing them now in the bare flesh is entirely another.
I can see the exact muscles he’ll use when he glides in and out of me in the following moment. Big, powerful, thick muscles that could crush me, but I know he won’t.
He’ll be gentle and he’ll treat me with the respect he always does. He always thinks about me first and what I want. His wishes are secondary which is why he’s such a likable person. He treats everyone this way, but tonight it’s only the two of us.
And now it’s my turn to treat him.
I slowly let the towel fall past my breasts and then to my waist before dropping it to the floor.
He looks down my body slowly and then straight back up. He takes a second pass, this time his eyes surveying every single curve from outside to inside. He repeats the process over and over again easily taking an entire minute.
Normally I’d feel self-conscious doing something like this, or at least I think I would. I’ve never exposed myself this way to anyone and here I am doing it freely and with a growing self confidence as I watch the look on his face get more and more hungry, more urgent, more desirous.
His eyes finally come past my neck and rest on mine.
“You. Are. Perfect,” he says. “And now it’s time for you to be mine.”
I take a step up and onto the bed placing my shins on the sheets.
I bring one leg across his body and put my hands down next to the sides of his abdomen. There’s no way I could do it at his chest or shoulder level. He’s too wide. I’d have to lay on top of him to get that much arm reach to make it all the way across his thick width.
And then suddenly he rotates beneath me and I feel his hands on my hips before I’m spun over onto my back.
Just like that we’ve changed positions. He’s tossed me around like a rag doll, but oddly enough the movement was fluid and over before I even realized what happened. I feel so light and feminine at his ability to do with my body as he pleases.
And I know he’s ready to please me now when he leans in towards my face.
“This time I won’t be denied,” he says as he brings his lips just short of mine.
“And neither will I,” I say sending his lips crashing into mine.
He kisses me hard and then softly. It’s like an initial shock and adrenaline rush followed by something so tender and sweet. The best of both worlds.
But I don’t even feel like I’m on this planet right now. It’s like my feet have been lifted off the ground and I’m weightless as my head spins in the clouds as he continues kissing me and my lips reciprocate.
I feel his hand along my cheek and then sliding back past my ear before continuing down my neck which sends shivers down my spine and puts a fire inside my veins.
His hand continues along my collarbone and I bring my hand up placing it on top of his, following his movements as his fingertips graze along the outside of my arms all the way down to my wrist causing my grip to loosen and my wrist to turn allowing him to place his hand over the top of mine as our fingers interlock.
I squeeze hard and he squeezes back.
His body lowers down closer to mine and then I feel his massive chest graze my rock hard nipples and my whole body twitches slightly.
His body moves forward and then back coming down a few inches lower causing the entirety of his torso to rub along mine. Skin to skin as he’s completely above me making me feel smaller and more feminine still.
His hand releases from mine and continues down the side of my hip before grabbing the outside of my thigh and lifting my leg up.
I instinctively wrap it around his back and he glides in closer, his abdomen making contact with my wetness for the first time.
A moan escapes me and my other hand grabs the sheets hard and pulls as my head turns sideways as I bury my cheek into the pillow.
“Tell me how good that feels,” he says.
“Really, really good,” I say.
“Only really, really good,” he says in-between kissing my neck and nibbling on my earlobe. Then he whispers, “Because it feels absolutely fucking fantastic to me.”
I exhale hard at his words and my other leg comes up and joins the other around his back. I’m trying to pull him in closer to me, inside me. I don’t have a choice. My body is taking over and it wants him. All of him.
He continues kissing me as his body moves up and down continuously making contact with mine. It’s like we’re connected as one, but no quite yet in the way I want most. Oh how I want it. How I want him inside me.
“You feel like you’re ready.”
“I am ready,” I say.
“Ready for what exactly?”
“For you.”
“I’m already here,” he says.
“For you inside me,” I say. He’s making me say it and it sounds sexy even coming off my own lips.
“Inside you or deeeeep inside you?”
“All the way inside me. All of you.”
“Are you ready for all of me inside you?”
“Yes,” I moan.
“Can you handle all of me inside you?”
“Yes. Every single inch of you.”
“I don’t think you’re ready,” he says.
His lips come off me and he pushes off the sheets with one hand before grabbing my breasts.
I arch my back, pushing my chest up to him so he can grab me harder. “Touch me deeper.”
And he does.
“Your body is so damn perfect,” he says. “Your breasts were made for my hands. And not just your breasts,” he says releasing them.
“Ever line of your torso,” he says lifting me straight up before slowly lowering me. “Your hips.” Then he brings my hips up off the bed and sets them back down. “And definitely your incredible legs,” he says grabbing my thighs and running his hands all the way down to my ankles before massaging the bottom of my feet momentarily and then running his hands right back up my body.
And a second later he’s back on top of me again filling me with anticipation. Making me know we’re close, but oh so far away.
“You were ready before. Now are you..more…ready?” he whispers into my ear as the stubble from his cheek grazes against mine.
“I’m past ready,” I say bringing my hands up and grabbing the sides of his face pulling his lips into mine. “I can’t wait anymore. I want you to take me and make me yours right here and now.”
He leans up off me and stares deep into my eyes. I’m part terrified at the intensity of his look but completely aroused at the same time.
“Good, because making you mine is what I want more than anything in the world.”
I watch his hand slide in-between his legs and a moment later I feel the head of his dick pressing against my opening.
“You ready for me?” he asks.
I nod.
“Good, because I’ve been ready since the first moment I saw you,” he says.
I feel his rock hard tip open me up slowly and my eyes close and I lose track of time and where I am as my mind floats aimlessly in space.
All I can feel is him inside me. Opening me more and the inside of my walls stimulated by a man for the very first time. And not just any man. Him. The man of my dreams. And a dream is exactly how this feels.
He moves in deeper and I reach for the sheets. I knew he was thick but he’s really, really thick. I fist the sheets and feel his member slowly pull back towards my opening so slowly that I get just as much pleasure going out as I did coming in.
And then just when he’s about to pull out of me he enters me a second time somehow moving even slower than the first.
I release the sheets and grab for his hips, willing him deeper inside me. I don’t just want more of him. I want all of him. Right here and right now.
But when he reaches about the same spot as the first thrust I find my hand clawing for the sheets again a signal he correctly interprets to ease back out.
We repeat this process a third time and then a fourth but the fifth time I don’t claw the sheets, instead I just dig into his hips harder but this time willing him deeper inside me.
I feel like I’m controlling his thrusts, but I’m not that naive. I know he’s too big, too powerful, and too in control for little ol’ me to have any effect at all on him.
He enters me even more before pulling back again and then sliding in for a sixth time, then a seventh and soon he’s thrusting away too fast to count not that I’d try or want to.
My hands lose grip of his hips as his thrusts send my arms flailing onto the bed before they find another pillow which I bring up to my mouth and bite down on it hard.
I’m moaning into the pillow the material lowering the pitch of my howls.
But his moans more than make up for it. The room is filled with a deep base cadence of a man possessed as he has his way with me.
The sound of him and the quick glance I take at his face show me how lost inside me he is and it sends everything inside me into a spiral that needs to get out.
“I’m…going to,” I mumble into the pillow. I pause momentarily as I feel the wave inside me overtake everything. “I’m coming!” I yell as I throw the pillow to the side and suck my stomach in and flex every muscle in my body.
Suddenly his cock stops deep inside me and then the half thrusts again sending it even deeper than it’s ever gone. He moan and then yells like he’s heading into battle as I feel his cock jolt and explode inside me filling me with his gift as I cover him with my own.
I twitch again as my body accepts his warm offering, his sperm filling me, and then suddenly my entire body goes still which allows me to feel another jolt of him unload inside me. It’s a completely different perspective. First we came together with both of our bodies under the tension of the moment. Now he’s completely in control filling me while my body is at ease, just accepting everything he has to give.
And accept it I do. More and more and more of it as I wonder just how much he has and just how long he’s been saving this. And I thought this was my first time.
And it is. But it’s our first time together and nature is telling us that’s the way it’s meant to be.
I feel a third shockwave and then a forth rumble and then finally he collapses on the bed face first next to me, his dick still firmly inside my pussy.
He’s facing my way, but his eyes are only half open as I watch him pant.
I took everything he had and in the process I took his breath away.
I’m proud I was able to satisfy such a man on my first try, and equally as important he completely satisfied me as I knew he would
I lean over next to him and kiss him on the forehead.
He’s still breathing hard and just stares off into space.
I lay there looking at him enjoying the feeling of him still inside me as I feel his cock begin to slowly retract.
A few minutes later I pull myself in closer to him causing him to come out of me, but now I’m the one that’s in him. In his arms.
Safe and sound and happy beyond my wildest dreams.
But there will be no time to dream tonight for soon he’ll be the one inside me again, and not just inside my body.
Inside my mind, my soul, and my entirety.
And that’s just as exhilarating as it is scary at the same time.
But with him I know I’ll be safe.