“Sunshine, tell me this isn’t a no.” He licked and sucked on her neck, tasting her silky skin, and she made a soft little moan. She arched her back and yes! Her nipples were tight little points against his T-shirt. “Bed or counter?” He was losing the power of speech, let alone the power to move.
“Bed.”
He jerked up and stared down at her, his cock beating in time with his heart. “Are you sure?”
She was breathless, flushed, and her blue eyes were dark with arousal. Shit, yeah. Now to calm the hell down. No pounding. No pumping hard. Slow. Gentle. Seduce, foreplay.
She nodded, a shy smile tipping her pink lips upward into a slow grin.
He hoisted her up and took her mouth again right when she opened her mouth to say something. He nipped lightly at her fuller bottom lip and suckled it lightly. He could do soft and gentle. He could. He hoped he could. She wrapped around him like a Goddamn little kitten, arms around his neck and legs around his hips. She fit him perfectly. He could have shoved his jeans down and taken her right there. She was light in his arms and he would, soon; he would stand up and shove her down his cock, but right now, right now he needed to seduce. Slow, lingering foreplay, or else he’d scare her. Later on would be the time for fast, hard sex with her in his arms like this.
“Where, honey?”
“That way…” She let go of him with one hand and pointed down the hall before she traced kisses along his neck. He practically broke light speed getting to that door. She bit down lightly on his shoulder, and his mind went completely off track. He surged forward and backed her ass to the wall.
“Open.” Russell bumped her butt against the door, but she didn’t hear him or else she was too busy with her lips behind his ear again. “Susan, baby, the door, gotta open the door.”
She reached down behind them and fumbled with the doorknob. As soon as he heard it open he kicked it aside so abruptly it hit the wall and bounced back on her butt. She jumped in his arms, pulling away from where she was rubbing those soft lips on his jaw to give him a surprised, indignant frown.
“Ouch, Russell!”
If he could have laughed, he would have. But he should have been the one saying ‘ouch’—he was hurting too badly to do more than grimace. “Sorry. Clothes. Off.”
Lips met lips again for a scorching kiss. With more strength than he thought he had, he unwound Susan from his body, set her down without releasing her mouth and managed to get her undressed in record time. Top—hell, he ripped it a little, but who cared? Her bottoms tore too, and then there was nothing but her, naked, looking up at him breathlessly. Maybe he was going too fast, but he needed this and, holy shit, she was… He stepped back to stare. He might have stumbled back, but who could have blamed him?
Susan was beautifully curved in all the right places. Her plump, rounded breasts were all natural, and tipped with amazing pink nipples. She had well over a handful, he could tell, and her breasts were so sweetly rounded he wanted to cup them both and rub his face over the valley they would make. She had creamy skin and a smooth stomach, a tucked-in waist… He swallowed at the thought of feeling her move against him as she rode him. He’d be able to mould his hands to the killer curve of her hips and circle back to cup her perfect ass. She had long, slender legs that could hold a man tight and—Holy Mother of God—soft, blonde curls at the juncture of her delicate thighs. She was enough to make a man lose the ability to think.
“You’re fucking beautiful.” He was barely able to speak, he was so hot. He’d never seen a woman as beautiful as Susan in his life. Never fucked one. Never been near one. And he had never had one looking up at him with such a mixture of mischief and arousal, and a bit overwhelmed, too. No doubt with the speed of this, he reminded himself. Shit, his dick was nearly ready to finish this and he’d not even unzipped yet. He needed to slow down.
“Sorry, but, Goddamn, you’re killing me, Sunshine. I need you. I’m trying…trying for slow but baby, maybe hard and fast a few times, then slow for the rest of the day? And I’m warning you, no air ‘til tomorrow.” Not letting her say a word, he took her mouth again and fought the flood of cum filling his cock at the first feel of her hot, sleek skin in his hands. She was silkier than any woman he’d ever touched. So supple he wanted to bend her over and try every position he could imagine with her.
Later.
She melted into the kiss, rubbing herself against him while tugging at his shirt with a soft, feminine sound of frustration that made him even hotter. It felt like it’d been years since he’d had sex, and all of that missing action was trying to climb in one huge spurt out of his pulsing cock.
Time to move this along. He bent, picked her up, and tossed her to the bed, grinning when she gave a happy squeal. God, this was all so new. She was looking at him expectantly, smiling and happy, excited, and more than willing. Women usually looked at him with lust but usually that was a mixture of loneliness and too many cocktails. He’d take what they offered, though, and give them what they wanted—a long fuck from a sailor before they each went their separate ways. He’d never held back from taking what he needed from a willing woman, but the thought of using Susan like that squeezed his heart until he could barely breathe.
His clothes were off before she could do more than get up on her knees. He moved towards her and she smiled a greeting that made his cock jerk. Her blue eyes widened at his size and one delicate hand ventured out and he took it, wrapping it around his heavy cock. He was so erect his cock was at the point of no return, the heavy weight of it throbbing in time with his heart. The first touch of her hand made him grit his back teeth, it felt so good.
“Baby, touch me.”
Looking down, he had to groan. There was no way to stop it. She circled him slowly, her fingers barely able to touch around the girth, and swept her hand up and down with a twist that felt like heaven.
“Russell…oh, my. You’re so…so…big. I’m not quite sure about this…”
Did she sound hesitant, or plain scared?
He had to focus his attention, but when she tipped her face up to meet his eyes, her dark hair fell against her breasts and a cotton-candy pink nipple peeked at him. He ordered his eyes back up and felt a rush of lust hit him low in the stomach. Blue eyes met his, sexy, aroused and hesitantly excited. Not exactly scared, but a little cautious. Damn.
“We’re gonna go at it slow and easy, baby. Slow and easy.” He might die. But he was a man—he could do this.
She squeezed him with both hands, slowly running them down to his base, then cupped his balls with one hand. His eyes nearly crossed. He had to pull away or spill all over her before they’d even started.
“That feels good, baby, but I might not last if you keep that up much longer.”
“Russell…” she murmured his name, sounding more than ready.
“Holding on by a thread,” he said, and pressed her down. Immediately he had his hands full of her lush breasts. More than a handful. Every inch of her was silky, hot and felt sexy against his body. He bent his head and pulled one perfect nipple inside his mouth. She tasted like warm honey. The small, round point fitted perfectly against the roof of his mouth. He gave a slight suck on the tip, and she gasped.
His hips jerked. He groaned at the first feel of her wet curls against the head of his cock. It took every ounce of his will to hold back from thrusting inside her to relieve the aching flesh between his thighs.
Susan pressed her hands to his chest, instantly freezing him in place. She’d gone tense beneath him, her body completely covered by him. Gritting his teeth, he held in the howl that was threatening if she asked him to stop. His cock was wedged barely inside those wet lips. He needed to thrust so bad, his muscles were trembling with need.
“Russell…maybe, maybe slower this first time,” she whispered into his neck. “You’re so big…”
Looking down at where he was poised to enter, he groaned. God, yeah, he was huge and swollen and he hadn’t even checked to see how ready she was. She
was wet, but he had no idea how ready she really was.
Think, think. Foreplay.
He could do foreplay. Right?
“Right, sorry, baby. I’m…” ‘In a post ops state and need to fuck your brains out’ wasn’t going to do it, he knew. Instead, he took a deep breath and tightened his control. “You’ve got me a bit excited here, baby. Let’s get this edge off.” He nudged his hand down between them and touched her curls. God, yeah, she was hot. Soft, wet silk met his fingers.
“You’re so fucking pretty. I love this, this right here.” He slid his fingers gently deeper, looking for her sensitive spot. She arched her hips and moaned, digging her short nails into his back. Shit, he was there, so close he had to grit his back teeth and tighten his stomach to stop the downward drop to orgasm. He lowered his head, licking the soft skin of her neck. The flavours of salt and sweet woman exploded in his mouth. Of course she tasted good. He pressed his finger just past her entrance and groaned at how silky hot she felt.
“Oh, Russell, oh my God.” She melted against him, rubbing those gorgeous breasts against his chest and trailing her hands all over his arm and shoulder. He kept his touch gentle, careful, as he pressed kisses to her beautiful throat and neck while he gently stroked her clit.
“Good, ah, baby, you taste so fucking good.”
“Russell.” She was rubbing into his hand now, with little tiny movements of her hips, and he couldn’t take it anymore. Capturing her mouth again, he dived inside, licking and kissing her while he lightly caressed her until she writhed under him demanding more.
“Relax, baby, you need to relax for me,” he managed, breathless from holding back. She was shivering at his touch, a breath away from orgasm.
“Russell! Oh, oh my God, Russell! “
He slipped another finger just barely inside her, trying to ease her tightness and bring her pleasure as well by stroking her clit with his thumb. Suddenly, he felt it. She shivered, her silky thighs on his legs trembled and she squeezed her thighs around his arm, with a soft cry of his name. Had anything ever sounded so perfect? He lifted his head and watched her. She was amazing. Her eyes fluttered closed and she held on to his biceps with one hand, the other on his chest as she arched and trembled beneath him.
“That’s it, come for me. Goddamn, yeah, so fucking hot, Susan. That’s it.”
She was wild, hotter than any woman he’d ever seen. She rubbed against him, her nails digging a path into his flesh he was going to love carrying around for days after.
Suddenly, he felt her relaxing. No way was he allowing that. He wanted her hot and coming around his cock as he took her.
With a deep groan, he withdrew his fingers from her pussy and slowly allowed his aching cock to slip inside her. At the first feel of her soft, wet flesh surrounding his cock, shivers raced up his back and his balls drew up tight, ready to blow. He held on, denying his orgasm with an effort he wasn’t going to be able to sustain for much longer.
She didn’t stiffen up, but opened her thighs wider, allowing him deeper penetration. Still, he slowed down, simply easing in inch by inch as he licked and nipped at her neck. He positioned his hand between them and began rubbing his thumb over her clit, keeping her on the edge as he let his cock press inside the wet folds of her cunt.
“Russell…” She feathered her hands over his ass and arched flush with him, letting him sink in a bit farther.
Her reckless urgings were all it took. She wanted this. He wanted this. He tensed every muscle in his body, reminded himself this was for her and pushed forward. She was softer than anything he’d ever felt. She made him lightheaded, she was so soft and wet. And tight. Holy hell, was she tight.
“Oh, Russell.”
Russell couldn’t find his voice. He didn’t know what he’d been doing before he’d met Susan, but it sure hadn’t been fucking. She was smothering his cock in silk. He kept his movements shallow, dragging the sensitive head of his cock along her tight sheath each time he nudged her.
She began meeting him, her hips rising for more with each measured thrust.
“Yes, God, yeah.”
He slipped deeper, enveloping his cock in soft wet heat. It was so good he struggled not to move, not to thrust, but he held back, panting and sweating with the effort to be gentle. He managed to make it to her lips again with a hungry growl. Susan gripped his hair tight and opened her mouth as she began moving under him like a sex Goddess. Her curves, her smell, her hands were his every fantasy come to life. Suddenly it was all too much. He couldn’t have stopped his hips if he’d wanted to, and he didn’t want to. He wanted Susan so badly it hurt. And the only cure? Her.
He grabbed her hips and pulled her down his cock at the same time as he lunged forward. Tight, hot wetness caressed his cock. He barely managed to hold in the shout building in his throat. He held still, though, wanting to savour everything about this moment. Two incredible seconds, three, he held himself not even halfway inside her, and he felt his climax barrelling down on him. At the same time, he felt something whispering over the hypersensitive head of his dick. He reared up and groaned at the look of surprise on Susan’s flushed face. Reality hit. “Fuck. Virgin?”
She bit her lip, big blue eyes wide, and nodded.
So many emotions flooded him at that look, and at the realisation that he was taking—fuck, she was giving him—what no other man had ever tasted or touched, he lost it. Nothing could have prepared him for the possessive, dark heat that exploded inside his chest. It added to the lust and he was a goner. His—she was his. Nothing in his life had ever been his. This sweet, trusting woman was his.
“Sorry, baby, Goddamn, I’m sorry… Ah, God, I need—”
She arched her head on the bed with a groan of pleasure before meeting his eyes. “Don’t you dare stop, Russell.”
A half-tortured laugh escaped him. Blue eyes blazed up at him, trusting, aroused, and demanding.
“Sunshine, are you sure?” His heart felt too big suddenly, too confined in his chest as she reached up with one small hand and cupped his jaw.
“I am, Russell. Please, don’t stop, Russell, it… I want this.”
Turning his head, he kissed her palm, cupping his hand around hers. “Ah, God, I’m still hard and nearly ready to blow again, baby. I’m going to go slow and easy, but Susan—”
She narrowed her eyes up at him and puffed her hair off her face. She looked hot, and not even close to letting him stop.
“Russell…”
“All right, hold my hand.”
Lacing his fingers through hers, he bent down and pressed a gentle kiss to her lips, whispering softly, “Watch me. Look at me, baby.”
She nodded and shifted under him. So many emotions hit him as he took her mouth again, and at the same time he thrust his hips forward. Feeling something give only because now he was looking for it, he slid in deeper. She moaned softly in his mouth and her eyes watered, but she clenched her legs around his hips, tipping her hips up.
“God, sorry, baby, sorry…” He barely held in the groan as he came. His cum jetted out of him—it felt as if it were being sucked from his bones. It was so intense he wasn’t able to hold back. It felt like nothing he’d ever experienced before. Deep, long shudders raced up his body, pleasure like he’d never experienced ripped through his control. His hips took over, driving his aching cock in and out of the wet, soft heat of her with frantic intensity. The friction was so good he was groaning continually, biting her shoulder gently in his orgasm, only half aware she was moaning softly and digging her heels into his ass.
Her body squeezed his dick. His head dropped like she’d pulled a cord until he was pressing his face to her clean-smelling neck and shafting her with short, firm thrusts of his hips. The climax gripped him by the balls, it was so good. The pleasure went on, so deep, so long, so intense that he saw stars behind his eyes and had to hold her tight to ground himself. Susan. All sweet, wet, tight, teasing Susan. His, all his, only his.
When he finally slowed down
it took time for the room to stop spinning, and he was still digging his toes into the bed to get himself deeper inside her.
Biting back a groan, he realised three things right away. First, he’d come like never before and he felt like he was ready to again. Second, Susan hadn’t come when he had. And third—fuck! He wasn’t wearing a condom. His cum was wetting her tight little pussy and he was sinking deeper by the second. And—damn, damn, damn—she wasn’t moving.
He was a Goddamn ass. A complete dick. A virgin, and he’d pounced on her like some animal in heat. She was going to hate him. Worse, she was going to kick him out and never let him back in. He’d not taken her softly and gently to an orgasm, but had fucked her hard. He’d given her an orgasm with his fingers, but this was Susan and he wanted her with him all the way.
She was so tight around his dick that he was ready to go again. He was so heavy and swollen it felt like he’d not fucked for years. He slammed his eyes closed to block the image of her lush curves. But just the thought of pumping into her the way he wanted to, using his entire body to fuck her with deep, long, rolling thrusts while he held her legs up on his shoulders as he rammed in, had his cock jerking in anticipation.
“Russell?” she whispered against his neck, sounding hesitant. She feathered her hands over his shoulders, rubbing her palms along his muscles as she brushed her lips to his skin.
A rough breath of relief left him as he realised she’d been touching him the whole time. Tentative, gentle caresses while he’d experienced such deep pleasure he was still shaken from it.
Time to face her, but he didn’t want to let her go. Not now that he was finally inside her, where he wanted to be. In her arms. She must think him some selfish bastard. She’d be right. He was.
“Sorry. I’m sorry, Susan. I never do this. I always… I… And fuck, Sunshine why didn’t you tell me?”
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