30. Nora #2
It’s intimidating, being in here. Feeling the weight of all the sex he’s had here, the memories he’s got. Wondering whether I’ll measure up.
But when he tosses me on the bed, he grins, his eyes raking shamelessly over my naked body.
‘Finally,’ he grits out as he pulls his t-shirt over his head, revealing his beautiful body, baked even darker after a couple of days on the beach. ‘I’ve got you naked’—he yanks down his shorts and boxer briefs and hops on one leg to get them off—‘in my fucking bed.’
He gets on the bed and crouches over me.
A glance down at the vision looming over me tells me he’s as ready for this as I am, his gorgeous, hard dick leaking moisture from its tip.
I reach down and use my thumb to smear it over his swollen crown.
Mmm. I lick my lips. My fingers close over the satin-covered granite of his shaft and I let them meander up and down.
A perusal of his balls tells me the poor guy is fit to burst. Just like me.
He’s watching me. I meet his gaze.
‘I want you inside me,’ I tell him.
He smirks.
‘What?’
‘You want me to fuck you.’
Dear Lord, this guy is stubborn. ‘Got it in one, Romeo.’
‘Say it, and I’ll fuck you.’
Jesus, he’s frustrating. I’m almost paralysed at the thought of saying the words, but the knowledge of how happy I’ll make him wins out.
‘Theo.’ I make my eyes wide. I may even flutter my lashes a little as I wriggle beneath him. ‘I want you to fuck me. Please fuck me.’
‘Jesus Christ,’ he grits out. His eyes squeeze shut for a moment before he shakes his head and grins, and then he’s on top of me, all his divine weight bearing down, crushing out the world beyond, starting to rub against me.
Consuming me.
‘Condom.’ He can barely speak. He reaches for his bedside table.
‘Not if you don’t want to.’ I brush my hand over the smooth skin of his back.
He jerks up. ‘Seriously?’
‘Look. I have a coil in. And I don’t know what your situation is, but if you tell me it’s safe, I trust you.’ Because I do. He’s earned my trust, and he deserves the chance to make his own judgements. I know he’ll do the right thing.
‘I’m all clear,’ he says. ‘Believe me, I got the shit tested out of me after… you know.’
I grin and wrinkle up my nose. ‘Enough said.’
‘Definitely. Moving on.’
We laugh, and he kisses me and gets his arms under me and rolls us over so I’m lying on top of him, and God.
The sight of this guy, spread out on the bed for me, his tan so gorgeous against the white sheets and the hunger on his face as he awaits my next move.
I pull myself up so I’m straddling him and get my knees as wide as I can.
His dick is enormous. Thick and rigid and angry.
If I hadn’t already had him inside my body several times, I’d honestly think accommodating him was a physical impossibility.
I rise up a little and rub his leaking tip between my folds, our mutual wetness allowing his dick to coast smoothly up and down.
Oh, God. I’m so aroused already. And I want him inside me.
Need him inside me. But the slickness of him is such perfection that I can’t resist a few more strokes before I line us up and edge myself down onto him.
I’m wet enough, but he’s a snug fit. And he’s worth every breath I need to take, every second I need to spend allowing my body to accommodate him before I feed myself another glorious inch.
Then he’s in, and I’m perfectly, overwhelmingly full, and Theo inhales sharply through his teeth as I carefully sink down.
‘Fuck, baby.’ His hands go to my hips, anchoring me as I sit, impaled on him. ‘Jesus Christ. Look at you. So fucking beautiful. Ride me, baby.’
I raise myself up, up, until I’m almost empty, and sink back down, gasping as the incredible fullness spreads through my entire abdomen like the best ache ever.
My body’s acclimatising to having him, to being in control of setting the pace, the depth, so I can fill myself up with him more quickly and bear down on him more fully, rolling my hips and grinding my clit against the soft mound of hair at the base of his dick as I bend forward to kiss him.
He comes up on one hand, his fingers reaching down to rub my clit, kissing me hard before he sinks back down.
One arm folds back behind his head to form a cradle; the other keeps touching me.
Rubbing in slippery circles as I ride him.
My whole body is hot, from the exertion and arousal and anticipation. I take my cue from Theo, watching his gorgeous face contort, shaping my movements to heighten his reactions as much as my own pleasure.
‘Lean back, baby,’ he gasps. ‘Let my cock hit you where it feels good. God, look at your tits bouncing. You’re fucking perfect, sweetheart.’
His hips are rolling, too, driving upwards to meet me every time I sink into him.
We increase our pace. His fingertips work harder.
And the heat builds, radiating outwards through my body from where our flesh is fused.
I’m riding up and down with abandon, thinking only of the high I’m chasing, the unfathomable pleasure of our flesh slapping together, of moving in sync with Theo.
I sink.
He thrusts.
I grind.
He rolls.
The pressure is unbearable. The need for release.
My only outlet is the moans I’m making, and they grow louder and louder, until that searing heat from Theo’s fingers and dick detonates into something transcendent that ripples, shimmers throughout my entire body, and I ride the wave, coasting through the intensity of my orgasm, crying out for him, and through my haze of ecstasy his eyes darken, and his jaw clenches under that sexy-as-fuck beard, and he shouts a strangled string of expletives as he goes rigid and shudders and explodes inside me.
And as I come down in a floating, swirling haze, I wring every drop I can out of him.
Clenching around him as tight as possible, squeezing him greedily between my walls as his shudders soothe me from the inside before collapsing on top of him, my mouth finding his, our tongues entangling as he pulls me, exhausted and wrung out, into his arms.