16. Jhene #3
Killian groans into my mouth mid-kiss. He pushes his tongue deeper and lets his own hands wander. He palms my breasts, rubbing a thumb across my hard nipple and making me shudder against him.
We’re doing it to each other as I slide my hand up and down his dick and he gives my breast a squeeze.
The nerves are still there, fluttering away in my stomach. But they’re out of excitement as we grow more passionate and desperate to feel more of each other.
He bucks against my hand and then lowers his head to the crook between my neck and shoulder. He peppers lots of small kisses there, kissing his way down the side of my throat. Then he sinks his teeth into the soft line of shoulder, and I gasp.
I grip his dick more firmly and tug at him like I’d seen him do to himself earlier.
It drives him wild.
I can feel how turned on he is. More than just how stiff and erect his dick is. But more so how aroused he is on the inside, his want practically vibrating off him.
This is a man who’s in the throes of long-held desire. Finally he’s close to getting release.
His body senses it, clawing for escape.
But he’ll restrain himself if he has to—all because he wants this to go how I do. He’s left it up to me. A first in my lifetime.
I decide to switch things up and push against his shoulder, rolling him to his back.
I crawl onto him, tossing one leg over the other side of his hips like I’m mounting a horse. He curls an arm behind his head and merely lays back to watch me. It occurs to me that, from his perspective, he’s got no complaints; his view is probably excellent.
“I’ve never done this before,” I murmur.
Killian’s hands slide along the sides of my thighs. “There’s a first time for everything. Hop on board.”
I can’t resist the smile that comes to my face as I clumsily do as suggested. Scooting my body more forward, I take his length into my hand and position him at my entrance.
I’m no virgin. I haven’t been for a very long time.
Sex has never meant anything to me. It was always used as a weapon against me, so I learned right away to view it as an act done to me and nothing more.
But maybe with Killian it can mean something more; it can be special.
…which is probably why it feels like such a big moment the second I slide him inside me. The nerve endings at the entrance of my pussy tingle and throb to life.
It’s an instant spark of pleasure that makes me gasp. My hand splays against his chest as I balance myself and revel in what it feels like to have Killian Rourke inside me.
For his dick to be throbbing from the inside as my walls instinctually grip at him and we’re officially joined.
Killian’s a lot more crass about it.
He grits his teeth and tips his head back and grunts out, “Fuck! Oh, fuck… that’s good. You feel fucking incredible. Fuck… a lesser man would blow his load right now.”
Overwhelmed myself, I circle my hips and test how it feels to move with his dick inside me.
“And you? A greater man?” I ask, already breathless.
“Holding on by a thread,” he answers. He gives my thighs an encouraging squeeze. “Now show me what you’ve got, stray. Ride this cock like I know you can.”
“I’ll ride you when I say so. I’m in control, remember, Killer?” I tease, smirking. “Your words.”
“Fuck, you’re such a pain in the ass… that I can’t get enough of. I mean, yes, ma’am. Do what you want with my body… including my cock.”
His rebuttal steals another laugh from me as I slowly start rocking my hips. I slide them back and forth, creating momentum and fiction between us.
I never knew it was possible to be both amused and aroused at the same time. But it shouldn’t surprise me that if it is possible, it’s possible with Killian.
He’s made the moment feel safe and low stakes. A culmination of our passion and desire for each other but a playground where I can be myself and experiment with no real pressure. If I’m no good—if I’m a little awkward or unsure—it doesn’t matter.
His dick’s just as hard and he’s just as into me regardless.
Our pleasure quickly builds from my gyrations. All it takes is a few rocking motions of my hips and we’re both groaning together. He’s squeezing my hips and then ass and his dick’s filling me up. My walls spasm around him and send a current of pleasure straight through me.
I experiment with how I move my hips, picking up the tempo when a certain angle hits a sweet spot. Soon I’m riding him like he told me to, outright bouncing on his dick.
It takes a lot of effort from my legs and thighs as I lift myself up and use his chest to help balance.
But Killian’s got me as he grabs handfuls of my ass and helps me move myself on his dick. He tells me how gorgeous I look doing it.
Taking him. Fucking myself on him.
“That’s right,” he grunts filthily. “Ride me. Pleasure yourself. Fuck yourself. Make yourself come on my cock and enjoy every fucking second.”
“Ohhh!” I cry out, my hips crashing down. My thighs ache from the strength it takes to ride him, even with his help. “Why is your dick so freaking big!? Why does it feel soooo good?!”