Without any expression, he slides his briefs down his legs revealing his huge, hard cock. It’s thick and long and I can see every vein in its engorged head. His pubic hair is short and well kept and I have to physically hold my legs together.
I’ve never seen a man like this-seen a man act like this.
He turns and takes a bottle of oil from his top drawer and then sits next to me on the bed on top of the towel in the semi-darkness.
“You want to see how I make myself come?”
My eyes drop to his cock and I nod, unable to speak through my arousal.
I feel like I am having an out of body experience. This stuff doesn’t happen to me. Men like this don’t happen to me. Am I dreaming?
He lies back and slowly opens the bottle of oil and begins to pour it over his cock and stomach.
My chest constricts and I feel like I can’t breathe. I lean up onto my elbow as I lie next to him, my eyes drinking in the visual sensation. He spreads his legs, and taking his cock firmly in his hand, slowly stokes it.
My mouth drops open.
He strokes again and the muscles in his stomach clench on the upstroke.
“What do you think about when you do this?” I whisper.
His hand slides up and down as he watches me. “Pussy. Wet, swollen pussy.”
My body quivers at his answer. Fuck. If this isn’t the best porn I have ever watched…
His strokes get harder and harder, and the bed begins to rock and I can feel myself thumping with arousal as I watch the pre-ejaculate bead on the end of his head. The sound of the oil slicking in his hand fills the room and he leans back and closes his eyes in pleasure as his hand jerks harder. Every muscle in his torso is pumping.
The sight of him there is too much. Oh God. He pumps harder and his hips begin to lift to meet his hand to the sound of his skin slapping.
“You need to fuck me,” I breathe. “I need you to fuck me now.”
He smiles darkly and bites his bottom lip as his eyes close again. The bed continues to rock. “I’m not joking,” I snap.
He rises from his lying position and kneels next me. “Touch me,” he whispers, his eyes fixed firmly on mine. “Touch me for real this time.”
Oh God.
I lean up and take him in my hand. I stroke him hard and he hisses in approval. Unable to help it, I dip my head and lick his tip and I taste the salty flavour of his discharge. My insides begin to quiver. He tastes so good. I take him deep in my mouth, and it’s not easy because he is so freaking big.
“That’s it,” he whispers approvingly as he places his hand tenderly on the back of my head. I suck hard and he groans deeply. “Good girl,” he breathes, making my eyes close in pleasure.
I take him again and again and he loses control, grabbing my head between his two hands as he really starts to ride my mouth. He’s panting, moaning in pleasure, and it only amps me up more. Each time he lurches forward, I can see every muscle in his torso flex in the semi-lit room. This is out of this world.
“I need to touch you,” he whispers as he jerks himself out of my mouth and stands me up in one quick movement. He turns me away from him and slowly unzips my dress.
“Do you have a hair tie?” he asks as his lips gently dust the back of my neck.
I nod as goosebumps scatter up my spine. “In the bathroom.”
He disappears and returns with my hair tie and stands in front of me as he softly pulls my hair up on top of my head and ties it up in a messy bun. Then he leans in, and with one hand on my jaw he kisses me long and slowly, his tongue dancing with mine as if asking for approval.
“That’s better, baby, now I can see you,” he whispers.
I frown. For some reason this seems crazy intimate. It’s not, I know it’s not. He’s not the intimate kind of man. But, Hell, it just does.
“Kiss me,” he whispers.
We kiss in the dimly lit room as we stand at the end of the bed. He is fully naked and I am fully dressed, and to be honest, if he just kissed me like this I would orgasm and be happy forever.
Anything after this kiss is a bonus.
For ten minutes we stay in this position as if time has stopped. There is no urgency to move on from this, and it’s as if he is enjoying it as much as I am.
“Do you know how beautiful you are?” he whispers in between kisses.
I smile, unable to answer.
“Do you know how many nights I have laid next to you in this bed imagining just this?”
My eyes close and I grip his muscular shoulders just that bit tighter as our kiss intensifies.
“I shouldn’t be doing this,” he whispers again as if internally battling the decision.
“Yes, you should.” I breathe. “I want this. I want you like this.”
We kiss and I pry my eyes open to see his are firmly shut as he kisses me. He’s right here with me.
“Take my dress off.”
His eyes darken as he turns me away from him and slowly slides my dress down. He steps back and smiles as he looks me up and down.
His smile is contagious. “What are you smiling at?” I ask.
“You.”
“What about me?”
“You have absolutely no idea how fucking gorgeous you are.” He runs the back of his fingers down over my breasts as his eyes follow his fingers. “It’s like you were made from my favorite things catalogue… Just for me,” he whispers in wonder.
I smile and raise an eyebrow in question.
“I like dark hair. You have dark hair.” He touches my hair on top of my head. “I love brown eyes.” He bends and kisses me gently on the eyelids. “I like natural, full tits, and these are the best I’ve ever seen.” He bends and kisses each of my breasts in reverence.
My heart swells.
“I like curves.” He runs his hand down to my hips. “These hips are fucking kicking.”
I smile and kiss him gently. For a cold-hearted criminal this man knows exactly what to say.
He slides his hand in between my legs and rubs his fingertips through my flesh. “I didn’t know how much I wanted my woman tight.”
My eyes hold his. His woman.
“Until I met you, I didn’t even know I liked these things.”
“And now?” I whisper.
“I want to inhale them. I want to drown in your body and forget every bad thing that has ever happened.”
My breath catches. “How can I make you forget all the bad?” I whisper as I take his lips in mine.
“You have this gift.” Our tongues slide against each other.
“A gift?” I ask.
“Of making me forget where I am…Who I am.”
Oh, that is the most perfect thing anyone has ever said to me. Our kiss turns desperate and I grab the back of his head. “You need to make love to me. Please,” I beg.
He smirks sadly into my lips and his hands fall to my behind. “You will be sadly disappointed.”
I frown.
“I don’t make love.”
“Why not?”
“I don’t know how.”
“Why is that?”
“I’ve never felt it. I have no idea what I would need to do to make someone feel loved.”
My heart melts, I feel an affection roll over me like a freight train and I cup his face in my hand. “Can I tell you a secret?” I whisper.
“Yes.” His eyes stare straight through me as if he can see to my very soul.
“You have just made me feel more loved than any man ever has.”
A frown crosses his face as if not understanding.
“I don’t know if I have ever been loved, either, Mac.”
He leans in and kisses me and brings our foreheads together as if thinking.
“But I know I want to be here, doing this with you,” I breathe as I kiss him softly.
He lies back on the bed and pulls me over him and we start to kiss. Not the hard, aggressive kissing I was expecting. It’s tender, soft.
Beautiful and different to anything I have felt before.
“Ride me,” he whispers up at me. “Take me.”
Oh God. I straddle over him and run my body back and forth over his as his hands guide my hips. We kiss for a long time, and I’m swollen, wet, and ready. He rolls a condom on and grabs his base and holds it up. I have to rise on my knees to allow his entry. He guides himself into me and I stop still.
Ouch… fuck, he’s big.
Sensing my fear, he whispers. “It’s okay, baby, you can take me.”
I nod nervously and move from side to side to try and loosen myself up as his hands gently guide my hips. We struggle for a few moments as he tries to calm me down.
It really is too big. “I don’t think I can take it, Mac,” I whisper in desperation as I fall onto his chest.
“Stace,” he whispers into my lips.
Huh? I pull back as my eyes search his.
“My name is Stace.”