Chapter Twelve #2
Coming and sex haven’t been easy for me at all.
I generally don’t care much for sex, but JJ makes me feel like a different woman when he touches me.
My libido spikes, and his caresses have me growing wet in the blink of an eye.
He has magic pussy fingers, or maybe it’s his voice?
I don’t have the faintest clue, but none of it matters except that we’re very compatible right now, and I want to feel him stretch me as he tries to fit inside.
“Good?”
“So good,” I confirm, then his fingers are gone, and in their place is the head of his fat cock.
“I can do better,” he promises. He presses forward, his thick length stretching me as he slowly fills me. My eyes shoot heavenward as I lose myself in JJ.
I can feel every inch of him, the way he stretches me, it’s dizzying. It’s been so long since I’ve had this—this deep level of intimacy, and a true connection with a man. My hands grasp his broad shoulders, nails lightly scoring his flesh as his strong body begins to move.
He rocks into me, his narrow hips rolling in a rhythm both primal and tender.
Each powerful, long thrust sends pleasure blazing through me.
The sensations are so overwhelming and consuming, I feel like I’m nearly drowning.
The world outside fades away, leaving only the two of us, our bodies joined, with our breath mingling in the best way.
I love his taste, the feel of him, how large and imposing his body is compared to mine.
I wrap my legs around his hips, pulling him deeper against me, urging him to fill me as much as he possibly can.
After a few antagonizingly slow but wonderful pumps, his pace quickens.
My heart stutters with each drive, my mind spinning as my breath escapes me, attempting to keep up.
His thrusts shift, becoming even more insistent and demanding.
I can feel his heart thumping its unique beat against my chest, his torso smoothing over mine and back with each movement.
His hands are everywhere, exploring my body, claiming me, owning me in a way I’ve never experienced before.
The sex between us is overwhelming in the best way, a whirlwind of pleasure and emotion threatening to break open my chest. My second orgasm builds quickly, a tightening coil of bliss making my pussy clamp down tightly on his cock.
My eyes roll heavenward again, as I beg him, “Please don’t stop. God, that feels amazing.”
“You’re incredible,” he whispers, voice strained with his effort and desire.
I’m not doing anything, though; it’s all him.
“Jesus. So tight, and wet. This pussy is perfection in every way, choking my cock.” His voice is next to my ear as he murmurs each praise, pushing me higher, closer to falling from the edge.
I shiver a bit as his sweet breath kisses along my ear and then my throat. I’m sensitive there, and he seems to have found every erogenous zone I possess. “Yes, JJ, I’m almost there again!”
“I’m not sure how long I can hold on. This is embarrassing, but you have no idea how amazing you feel wrapped tightly around my cock.
Like a hot, velvet glove that keeps squeezing me so tightly my head spins.
” His whispered, breathless confession sends a thrill through me, and my pussy spasms around him in response.
His cock throbs inside me as I watch the tension in his muscles while he attempts to hold back, waiting for me.
It’s an aphrodisiac, and I’m so very close to coming all over his big dick.
I arch against him, eager to feel my nipples graze against his sweat-slicked chest. My body’s taut as a bowstring, ready for his command should he wield it.
His thrusts stay true, hitting inside me deep and powerfully, the tip of his cock pressing on the spot inside me that no other has managed to find before.
I clench my eyes closed as the pleasure builds to a crescendo, my toes curling. In a flash, stars explode behind my lids, showering me with a light bright enough to make me see spots when I open them. “Oh, God!”
I’m panting, gasping, vibrating, my skin slick with sweat. I’m right on the cusp of another mini orgasm, and it’s hard to think; I can only feel. The orgasm builds and builds to a level that I’m sure will explode.
He groans loudly, gritting his teeth, jaw clenching in the sexiest way possible.
With a final, deep thrust, I’m pitched over, flying all over again for the third time today.
My orgasm hits like a two-ton weight, ripping me through a powerful punch of bliss like no other.
I cry out, my pussy spasming wildly around his dick as my nails dig into his skin.
He moans loudly, then he’s throbbing inside me. I can feel his release fill the condom as he quietly swears, his body straining with his intense climax.
And I actually want more.
We remain there with our bodies joined, our breaths ragged, and hearts thundering.
My surroundings slowly come back to me, but the warm buzz of our shared pleasure keeps me wrapped up in a bubble.
He presses sweet, soft kisses all over my face once again, and I wrap my arms around his neck, playing with the little hairs on the back of his head.
I’m not ready to let go of this feeling, or the moments we just shared together.
He rolls to the side, removing the brunt of his weight from me.
He shifts me with him a bit, leaving our limbs tangled together.
It takes everything in me not to crawl on top of him and demand he never leave, like a dragon hoarding her treasure.
I want him all to myself for as long as possible, even if I know it’s not a realistic request of me to make.
“That was…” I begin, voice trailing off as I silently rack my brain for the right word. I sigh, gazing into his dreamy stare.
Gah.
He’s unbelievable.
His body is simply remarkable. The words don’t seem to be enough, nothing as powerful as I need them to be to express how I’m feeling.
He smiles. His fingertip traces a tender path across my collar bones from shoulder to shoulder. His eyes are soft, and his face is relaxed as he agrees with me. “Yes, definitely.” His voice is a low, gravely rumble, giving me a fresh set of goosebumps. “It was…Everything.”
As we lie there, our breaths steadily return to normal, and I can’t remember the last time I felt this content.