He positioned himself against me and pressed forward. The blunt head of him nudged against me, seeking entrance. “Relax your body. Breathe for me. You’re too tense.”
I closed my eyes and focused on relaxing and accepting his length. He disappeared inch by inch, sliding slowly inside me from behind, keeping his grip firmly on my hips until his fingers bit into the skin. The too-full sensations gave way to raw pleasure and I pressed back against him, taking him in.
He kept his pace slow and careful as I got used to him moving behind me, sliding out and pushing in again incrementally. It’d been a while since I’d had a lover, and he felt incredible. The piercing provided a bit of extra friction in just the right spot, and I whimpered out loud. Unable to resist working my hips against him, I was soon restless and moaning into the bed beneath me, grasping the sheets in my palms.
I wanted to see him, to kiss him, to watch his eyes as he took me. “I want to f**k you,” I moaned.
He leaned closer, his lips brushing the shell of my ear. “You want to ride me?”
“Yeah . . .” I groaned, happily pushing my bottom up to meet his hips. Suddenly he was retreating and helping me up. Positioning himself, he propped his back against the headboard, and I climbed onto his lap. His hands cupped my jaw and we kissed deeply, just like I’d been craving. “Let me,” I groaned, needing him to fill me up once again. I aligned his length to my entrance and slowly lowered myself down. Gasping at the invasion, I pressed my palms flat against his chiseled abs and rotated my hips lightly, adjusting to the feel of him. Whoa. It was deep like this.
His palms cupped my naked br**sts and he pinched my ni**les, pulling slightly. “Ahhh . . .” I groaned. “Gentle . . .” I reminded him.
“I can be gentle with you . . .” he murmured, lightly trailing featherlight fingertips across my skin. He took my hands and moved them to his throat. “But you can be rough with me, kitten. Choke me if you want.” His eyes were smiling, but his tone was sincere. I wasn’t much into kink, but the idea that this man could open me up to a new world excited me.
I circled my hands around his throat without applying any pressure and leaned down to kiss him again. His breath left his lips in a rush, spurring me on. Rubbing my sensitive ni**les against his chest, I circled my hips slowly, drawing in more of his length.
Once he was buried inside me, his hands clutched my waist, his fingers nipping into the skin. “Ah, shit.” His eyes dropped closed and a look of complete bliss overtook his features. “Your pu**y feels so good.”
“Don’t they all feel the same?” I wasn’t sure how many girls he’d been with, but surely the number was up there.
“No.” His tone was firm.
“How does it feel?” I seriously wanted to know. I knew what this felt like on my end—an intense, breath-stealing fullness as he pushed into me—but I had no clue what it felt like for him.
“Are you going to talk the whole time?” His mouth quirked up in a smile.
“Tell me,” I demanded.
He let out a deep groan as I lifted and lowered slowly. “You feel warm and wet, nice and tight. Perfect.” Gripping my hips, he pushed upward suddenly, his long c**k bumping against my cervix. Gah! He was so big. My movements turned frenzied as I started to ride him again. His hands caught my hips, lifting me against him. All too soon, he flipped me so that I was lying on my back and he was on top once again. At least this time I could see him. He kissed me softly and thrust forward.
Holy God. I flinched involuntarily. “You’re too big.”
“Am I hurting you? I’m trying to be careful.” His voice went all whispery soft and concerned. It was sweet.
“You’re too rough.”
“I’m being gentle,” he whispered. “But I’m not going to stop biting your clavicle.” His teeth grazed the tender skin again, making me shiver. He pushed into me, his entire length owning me, making my back arch off the bed.
“Not so deep.” I curled my hand around the base of him, my hand blocking his last few inches from entering me. There, that was better. “Do you normally have this problem with girls?”
“Sometimes,” he admitted. Holy f**k, of course he did. This was ridiculous. “But I wouldn’t call it a problem. You’ll see once you get accustomed.”
Maybe it was the piercing, but something about him was causing my entire body to shiver and blossom in awesomeness. Wait, was that even a word? I didn’t care. I was going to come. Again. I wrapped my legs around his back and let him pound into me. The pleasure-pain combo heated my skin and made me whimper. I buried my face against his neck as I came, my entire world exploding in brilliant white light. He held me tight, wrapping both arms around me.
Coming down from my release, I tried the biting thing he seemed to be so fond of. I nibbled his jaw, his throat, and felt his blood pumping there, sure and strong. It was kind of fun, and Braydon’s groan when my teeth made contact with his neck was a plus. He still hadn’t finished, despite the several orgasms I’d already had.
“You’re too big,” I groaned again. “Let me give you a hand job instead.” I needed to climb off this ride. It was too much. Far too intense for me to handle.
He chuckled against my throat. “I can’t have a hand job after this. Your pu**y feels so f**king good,” he groaned. He kept the next few thrusts shallow and whispered against my skin, “I’m going to come.”
Fuck, thank God.
He pressed his lips to my throat, suppressing his groans as he spilled himself inside me.
Afterward, I curled into a ball and pulled my knees to my chest, my heart thumping wildly. What in the world was that? Braydon, who annoyed me to no end, was the best lover I’d ever had.
“Are you okay?” his voice had gone all soft and concerned again.
“Oh, you mean other than having a punctured ovary? I’m fabulous.” I could seriously use some pain reliever right about now. I considered sending him into the kitchen for a dose of medicine, but decided against it. I didn’t want to stroke his ego any more than I already had.
He chuckled under his breath and bent down to kiss my forehead. “I’m not that big, kitten. You’re just little.”
I waggled my finger at his protruding member. “Well that’s not happening again.” Shit, at this rate I’d need to call in sick to work tomorrow. I doubted I could walk right now. I’d be bowlegged at the very least. I peeked one eye open and watched him yank off the condom with a snap. Ouch. That just looked painful. He treaded into the bathroom, the soles of his bare feet padding against the tiled floor. What little light there was in the room provided a view of his toned backside. Mmm. Maybe there’d be a repeat after all, once I was all healed up. At the very least, I’d let him do that G-spot thingy to me again. That was fine by me. Seriously, what was that?