Our mutual desperation is all heated chaos. I push his sweatpants down, frantic to feel him naked against me. He kicks them off. Reaching over to the bedside table, he takes something from the drawer.
My chest heaves in breaths, wild with anticipation. Closing my eyes, I try to calm my breathing. In. Out. In. Out. I hear D tear open the wrapper. I open my eyes in time to see him slip the condom over his huge erection.
He holds me captive with eyes filled with such need it’s almost unsettling. Pushing himself up with one arm, he uses his other hand to grip his shaft and rubs the tip over my wetness. Every muscle tenses in expectation, remembering the pain the first time he plowed into me.
But then he whispers, “My Heaven.”
His reverent voice sweeps over me, washing away my anxiety. I hook my feet around his thighs and grasp his arm. He uses his knees to spread me open even further. I lift my hips. Then he thrusts, gently, pushing his heavy erection into me. I gasp, but then blow out a relieved sigh. He’s inside me, stretching me, and it doesn’t hurt. It feels…strange, but…wonderful. I shift to accommodate his thickness. I can feel him everywhere, and I moan.
He stops moving. “Are you okay?” His voice is raspy, almost desperate.
“Oh yes,” I groan in pleasure.
He lowers himself and pushes deeper into me, filling me.
“Ahh, fuck. Fuuck. Heaven,” he groans, pulls out a little, then pushes back in. This time his strokes are measured, deliberate but tender. This time he knows it’s me and it feels like what I’ve always imagined making love should feel like.
Captured by the strange new feeling of his massive girth filling me, pleasure sizzles through my core. I arch into him. Greedily wanting even more. Finding a rhythm, I move my hips, matching his, thrust for thrust.
“Oh God. Yes. Yes. I had no idea. No idea,” I moan. Everything has become scalding wet heat. My entire body is shaking. Uncontrolled energy crackles through every cell. He’s so deep inside me, and it feels amazing.
“Ohhh, D.” I moan as pleasure rocks through me. Every time he pulls out and plunges back in, he buries himself deeper inside me. But somehow, even then, it’s not enough.
My legs are shaking as I wrap them around his waist, push my hips up to meet his and beg, “More. Please, D. More. Harder.” I don’t know if it’s physically possible. I only know I’m dizzy with desire and my body is craving more. And even as I’m pleading with him, to get me to the climax my body longs for, I’m clenching around him, never wanting this to end, never wanting to let him go.
His thrusts become harder, deeper, more urgent. He tips his head back and bites his lip. His brow pinches. “Ahh. Ahh. Christ. Fuck. Sorry. I wanted to go slow but…Fuck. Heaven,” he moans like he’s feeling all this for the first time. “Too fucking good.”
“Oh, God. Right there. Right there, D. Don’t stop. Don’t go slow. Fuck me.” I keep throwing out unrestrained demands like my life depends on it.
I close my eyes. When he does what I’ve begged for and pounds into me, with each deep thrust, I’m lifted on a scorching wave of pleasure, chasing something I’ve never had. The sounds of moaning and wet skin slapping wet skin fill the room.
I want to remember every sound, every breath, every sensation. But overwhelming need swells inside me, building, taking me higher until I’m coiled tight. I continue to rocket toward a place I’ve never been before, chasing a release with such ferocity it might shatter me. I dig my nails into his shoulders, holding on for dear life.
The climax rips through me as I come in an explosion of pleasure, the intensity beyond anything I’ve ever imagined. My mind splinters. Ecstasy. I become a trillion shooting stars, a white-hot comet rocketing across the sky. I chant D’s name over and over and scream filthy words which can’t possibly be coming from my mouth. I ride wave after blissful wave, whimpering and breathless.
When I open my tear-filled eyes, I see D gritting his teeth. His neck muscles are straining, his eyes are screwed shut, his lips a taut grimace. His chest drops closer to me, and with one more, hard thrust, he groans in shuddering pleasure and growls out, “Heaven.”
He collapses onto me. I can feel him throbbing, still pulsing inside me as he completes his release. We’re both panting and gasping, covered in sweat, seemingly paralyzed in mutual pleasure.
But then he grunts, pulls out, and moves off me. Cold air prickles my sweat-soaked skin. D tugs the condom off and walks into the bathroom. A panicked thought grips me. This is it. We’re done.
After a moment, which seems like an eternity, he comes back into the room and slides in next to me under the covers. He lays on his side facing me, his head propped up on his hand. I turn on my side to face him. He leans in, rubbing the tip of his nose across mine. The simple gesture wraps me up like a warm blanket.
“Hi.” His voice is soft, comforting.
“Hi.”
“Are you okay? Was I too rough? Did I hurt you?” His warm breath brushes my lips. His concern soothes mine.
“In order of your questions.” I smile and run a finger down the length of his beautiful, perfect nose. “I’m wonderful. No, it was incredible. And no. You were amazing.”
“That’s funny.” He places a soft kiss on my lips.
“What’s funny about that?” I kiss him in return.
“Because you took the words right out of my mouth. That’s exactly how it was for me. Why the fuck did you make us wait so long, Pip?”
And then we fall asleep wrapped up in each other’s arms. It’s the loveliest sleep I’ve ever had.
Chapter Twenty-Nine
Wolfe
I’m dreaming about Pippa again. My aching cock is hard enough to chop wood. I have to wake up. I reach down to stroke myself, seeking some relief. I’m startled when my hand lands on a smaller, softer one. Pushing my eyes open, I force myself to wake up. And then I remember. It’s not a dream. Pip’s really here and…she’s on top of me, straddling my hips. She has her hand wrapped around my throbbing cock, stroking it up and down in a steady rhythm. Her fingers are like magic, causing my cock to get thicker and harder with every stroke. Holy fucking Christ. For a “rookie” she has some skilled hands.
“Pip?” I rub the sleep from my eyes to be sure I’m seeing what I think I’m seeing and then glance over at the alarm clock. Five-fifteen a.m. I’m not going to ask her what she’s doing. I’m pretty sure we’re still working on the “everything” she wants to experience. “Is ev…everything okay?” My breath hitches when she fondles my balls one at a time and then slowly strokes up.
As she stares at my rock-hard cock with wonder-filled eyes, she teases the tip and rubs the moisture on the slit around the head. I clamp my eyes shut and bite my lip. Fuck. She’s driving me wild, making me lose every sliver of self-control with just her touch.
When I open my eyes, she’s staring at me, her wide-eyed bright blue orbs filled with awe as if she can’t believe she has the power to make me respond like this. Then she leans over and runs her tongue over the glistening head.
“Oh fuuuck. Pip.” My hips jerk in response. A guy could get addicted to that tongue.
“Mmmm.” She wiggles against my thighs. I want to let her have the control. But I can feel the warmth dripping from her, and I’m dying here. She keeps watching me like she’s cataloging every reaction.
“I’d like to try it in this position. Is that okay?” She chews on her lip. Is she kidding me right now? It’s fucking adorable how she thinks she needs to ask permission to suck me off or give herself to me.
But then it occurs to me. She’s never done this either? What the hell did the douchebag who was lucky enough to fuck her for the first time do with her? Wham, bam, thank you, ma’am? What an asshole. He gets a gift like Heaven’s virginity, and he doesn’t take the time to savor her, worship her in every position possible. But even though I regret—for her sake— she didn’t get to have a notable first-time, I’m selfishly happy as hell I’m the one who gets to have all these firsts wit
h her.
“Sweetheart, you can do whatever you want.” She runs her hands over my pecs. My stomach muscles clench. A pleased grin tugs at her mouth. She sweeps her hands lower and traces the hills and valleys of my abs. I. Am. Hard. As. Fuck.
“Give me a second, baby, to get a condom.” I start to reach toward the night table, but she puts her hands on my chest to stop me.
“No. Wait.” If she’s changed her mind, I’m going to have to take a quick trip to the bathroom because if I don’t find release soon my engorged cock is going to have permanent damage. “Can we leave it bare? I mean…without a condom? I’m on the pill. I want to really feel you inside me.”
I’ve never gone bareback in my life, a safety habit I learned at a young age and continue to practice. But I know Pip is clean and I know she’s seen my health records at the clinic. So, she knows I’m clean.
“I’ve never done it without a rubber before,” I say aloud as I’m thinking about it and realizing this will be a kind of virginal experience for me too.
Pip’s brows pinch and she tilts her head like my statement is the most puzzling thing she’s ever heard.
“I told you, baby. Whatever you want. And I can’t think of anything better than to be deep inside you, touching every part of you with nothing in between us.”
Gripping my shaft, I brush it back and forth over her silky entrance. Her eyes roll back in her head. She rocks forward, begging for me to push into her. But before I have a chance to, she repositions her knees, spreading herself wider and then pushes up and drops down on me with a quick thrust. We both cry out at the sensation.
I’m deep inside my Heaven. The pleasurable double-entendre darts across my mind. My God. It has never felt like this. Never been this good.
I can’t take my eyes off her as she pulls up and then gradually lowers herself, clenching around me like a vise. She’s whimpering and groaning as she slides up and then slowly lowers herself, taking in every inch of me. Her eyes are pinched closed, and she’s running her tongue along her bottom lip as if she’s relishing every movement, every sensation.
“That’s it, baby. Ride me.” The pressure in me keeps building as she keeps contracting around me.
I grab her ass and press her soft, plump cheeks together, increasing the pressure against her inner rippled flesh. She makes little mewling sounds and twists down, taking me deeper. Every time she pulls up and drops down, her perfect tits bounce. I run my thumbs over her puckered nipples and then crunch forward and suck one into my mouth. She gasps and rocks forward, pushing her tits further in my face. I lick and suck one and then the other and continue massaging them, giving them the attention she’s craving. But then, she plants her hands on my chest, bracing herself. She rocks back and forth, moaning as my cock presses against her swollen clit.
“Oh God, D. I’m…I’m coming.” Her body shudders as she chases her release and begins to lose all control. I grab her hips and move her up and down on my shaft as I thrust up into her.
She arches back and grinds down on me. I know when the orgasm grips her because her muscles clench around me like she’s trying to milk my cock. When the climax rips through her, she spasms in pleasure and keeps riding me as if she’s riding a tumbling wave. She’s moaning my name and making the sexiest fucking sounds I’ve ever heard. My stomach tightens and heat rolls down my cock. Then she groans and collapses onto my chest like a rag doll. Like she’s wrung out and doesn’t have anything left to give me. But she’s about to find out she’s wrong.
I flip her onto her back. I’m still inside her, still throbbing in urgency and her tight pussy is still trembling. Hand to God, I’ve had my fair share of women…ah, more than my fair share, but this is beyond anything I’ve ever had. Nothing has ever felt as good as Heaven does. It doesn’t matter what she does, how she touches me, how she moves, it’s like lightning bolts shooting through me, setting me on fire. She’s so tight. So fucking good. And the sensation of being inside her without anything between is almost too much.
***
Heaven
“We’re not done yet, my sleepy girl. It’s my turn,” D rasps out in a growl.
I mumble something even I don’t understand. I think I’m trying to tell him I can’t. But nothing is working. Not my brain. Not my mouth. Not my body. I’m completely spent, used up, my bones are Jell-O. I knew being with D was going to be earth shaking, but this is galaxy shaking.
He thrusts deep inside me. “Ooooh.” Goodness. My hips make an involuntary circle and I grind against him. He’s like the Pied Piper, enticing me to follow his lead, even though I didn’t think it was possible to move.
“You feel that? You feel how fucking hard you make me?” He pulls out almost all the way and pumps into me again, hitting a spot which sends sparks out to every neuron in my body. A guttural moan pushes up from deep in my core and comes out loud enough, I hope the neighbors don’t call the cops.
“That’s right, baby girl. You feel how deep; how lost I am inside you?”
I try to say yes. All I can manage is a nod and a “hmmm.” I can’t even get my eyes open. The sensations are overwhelming. I’m still throbbing from what I thought was the orgasm to top all orgasms and yet, each time he pistons into me, liquid fire surges through my body. I want to tell him it’s too much. It’s almost painful…in a good way. The pleasure is insane, intense, almost crippling. But my traitorous body wants him, needs him, like an addict craving more, chasing the high.
“You know what that means?” He continues to stroke in and out.
“Ahhh.” Dear Lord. He’s fucked me into stupidity. I am never going to be able to put a coherent thought or sentence together again.
“It means I’m going to fuck you hard. Hard and deep,” his words come out in a desperate rasp. “Are you ready for this, sweetheart? It’s going to be fast. But I’m going to fuck your tight, wet pussy so hard you’re going to see God when you come on my thick cock. Do you understand me, Pippa?”
“Yes. I understand,” I almost growl in longing and wrap my legs around his waist.
“Are you ready for me?” I look up. I’m burning up in his liquid silver gaze, molten with desire.
“Yes. Yes. I understand. Do it, D. Now. Do it.” I’m begging like a shameless hussy.
He shoves my legs up. My knees are up by ears, opening me up to him even more. Plunging into me, he fills me to the core with his long, hard sex. He pulls out slightly and rams back into me, pounding into me with hot, driving hunger. I attempt to lift my hips to meet his surging thrusts, but D is pressing down on my legs, keeping my knees pushed up toward my head. I’m unable to move. He’s in complete control as he keeps slamming into me with relentless, hard strokes. All I can do is clench around him in an effort to hold him inside me, to never let him go. And every time he slams into me we simultaneously gasp as we continue to fuel each other’s pleasure. It’s torment. It’s ecstasy.
I’m consumed with wild energy, bucking and writhing under him, while he tries to hold me in place. I watch him as he pumps into me, his face taut, his neck veins bulging, every godlike muscle straining. His powerful beauty is surreal.
I arch up as tension coils in me. I’m consumed in blazing pleasure as the white-hot climax rips through me, I feel D stiffen and then with one more deep thrust and a savage grunt he explodes into me. His body jerks hard as his hot violent release gushes into me.
Our bodies keep shuddering in mutual waves of pure heat and pleasure. D keeps pulsing what seems like unending jets of warmth into me. When we’re finally spent, anesthetized by overwhelming pleasure, D moans and rolls off me. We’re on our backs, both of us covered in a sheen of sweat, both of us gasping for air. We don’t speak, as we gulp down every molecule of oxygen in the room and our heartbeats attempt to resume normal rhythms.
After a moment, D reaches out and entwines his fingers in mine. “Jesus Christ. Jesus Christ, Pip,” his words come out on a heavy breath.
I drop my head to the side to look at him. It t
akes me a second to focus through my orgasm-muddled eyes. His carved chest is heaving up and down. “That was…it was…I think I l—” He rolls on his side and begins peppering my face with soft kisses. “Stay with me, Heaven. Stay with me forever,” he whispers.
The words fall out of my mouth before I realize I’m saying them, “Oh, D. I love you so much.”
He continues covering my face and neck with soft kisses, making me feel cherished, precious.
“Be right back,” he says against my cheek.
The sun hasn’t come up yet but the light on the night table is still on, casting a soft glow in the room. D gets up. I watch as he walks across the room to the bathroom. His back muscles flex and glisten with sweat as he moves. He’s stunning, too perfect to be real. If I’m dreaming, I never want to wake up. Although, the throbbing soreness between my legs assures me this is definitely not a dream.
D comes back to bed with a warm moist cloth and sits next to me on the bed. I haven’t moved a muscle. I’m not sure I can.
“Sorry. But you make me crazy. Are you okay?” he asks as he cleans me with soft, soothing strokes.
“I’m good,” I push out on a sigh. “A little sore, but it was beyond wonderful.”
He tosses the cloth. It lands in a laundry hamper across the room. Stretching out next to me, he pulls the covers, which are crumpled in a heap at the foot of the bed, over us. Then he scoops me into his arms. My soft body melts into his hard curves. D wraps his arms around me and holds me tight against him as if he’s afraid I’ll disappear into thin air. But I won’t because I’m his more than willing prisoner.
He doesn’t return my words, though. He doesn’t say he loves me. And as we drift off to sleep, molded together in a perfect fit, the thought skitters across my mind, please don’t break my heart.
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