17. Gracie
Chapter 17
Gracie
“ C ock,” I said. “Give me that unusual cock now.”
“Unusual?” His face cratered and fear flickered through his eyes. “It’s not defective, is it?”
I hated that even now, he lacked confidence in his body, his very soul. I was going to do all I could to fix that.
“It’s gorgeous. Big. As green as you. And with very intriguing things that look like a Jacob’s ladder spiraling around it. Give it to me now.” I was on fire for his touch.
His cock.
His lips quivered up in a smile. “You want me?”
“So much.” I stroked his cheek. “Will you drive that beautiful cock inside me? We can play show and tell later.”
“Coorails,” he said. “The jew-cobb things are called coorails. They vibrate when I’m aroused.”
Amazing. I couldn’t wait to see how that felt inside me.
Tark braced himself above me, his eyes searching mine. I could see the desire, the hunger there, but also feel his uncertainty. My heart ached for him, and I wanted to show him how much I craved him. I traced the lines of his broad shoulders, feeling the smooth, firm skin under my fingertips. His muscles tensed at my touch, and he let out a soft groan.
He leaned down, capturing my lips in a sweet kiss. It was slow, exploratory, as if he was already worried about hurting me. I could taste myself on him, a mix of sweet and tangy, and it sent a fresh wave of heat coursing through me. His hand cupped my breast, his thumb circling my nipple, teasing it until it peaked under his touch. I arched into him. What he'd done had only whetted my appetite. I wanted more.
He broke the kiss, his breathing ragged. Looking down at me, his eyes filled with concern.
“I don't want to hurt you,” he murmured. “You're so small, and I'm…not.”
I smiled up at him, my heart fluttering. “You won't hurt me. I trust you.” I guided his hand between my legs, letting him feel the wetness there. “See how much I want you again already?”
His fingers slid through my slick folds, his eyes never leaving mine. He nodded, determination settling across his jaw.
He'd done a great job already but since he seemed to feel uncertain, why not show him what I liked? I'd never done that with a guy, and not because they instinctively knew. I just hadn't felt confident in sharing anything like that with someone else. But I wanted to tell Tark because he mattered more than anyone else had before.
I guided his hand, showing him how to stroke me, how to circle my clit with the same tenderness he’d shown my breasts. Tark’s fingers were gentle, exploring every inch of me as if he truly wanted to learn what gave me pleasure. His touch sent waves of heat through me, making me gasp and arch into him. He took his time, his eyes locked onto mine, watching my every reaction, learning what made me moan and writhe.
He slipped one finger inside me, then another, his thumb continuing its delicious circles on my clit. The slow, rhythmic movements had me panting, my heart racing. It wasn’t only the physical sensation; it was the intensity in his gaze, the care in his touch. He was worshipping me, and it was intoxicating.
“Tark,” I whispered. “That feels good.”
He curled his head down, capturing my lips in another deep kiss. His fingers moved in and out of me, curling slightly to hit that perfect spot inside. Pressure built within me, that warmth spreading from my core to every part of my body. But I didn’t want to come like this. I wanted him inside me, filling me completely.
I reached down, but I couldn't reach his cock. He wasn't just broad; he was much taller than me. I could see how hard it was, how thick with those intriguing coorails spiraling around it.
“Can I touch you?” I panted out.
With a nod, he shifted his body up, putting his glorious cock within reach. I stroked him, feeling the vibrations under my fingertips. Tark groaned, his hips moving against my hand.
“Gracie,” he said, his voice rough with desire. “I want you so much.”
“Then take me. I’m ready.”
He nodded, his breath coming in short gasps. He shifted his position, his chest and head above me but his cock exactly where I needed it. He guided the head to my entrance. He was big, but I was ready. I lifted my hips, urging him on.
Pausing, he took a deep breath. I could see the effort it took for him to hold back, to not thrust into me all at once. He curled down, capturing my mouth in another kiss as he began to guide his hips forward, the head of his cock nudging inside of me.
I gasped into his mouth as the first bit slid in. He was huge, stretching me, but it felt incredible. He broke the kiss. “Alright?” he asked, his voice strained.
“It feels amazing,” I breathed, digging my nails into his sides. “Give me more, Tark.”
With a nod, he pushed in a little bit, his body shaking, his coorails quivering in a way that was going to shoot me all the way to the stars in seconds. It was like a thousand tiny fingers stroking me on the inside, sending jolts of pleasure straight to my clit.
He pulled back, then thrust in a little deeper. The vibrations intensified, and I moaned, my body writhing beneath him. He was breathing heavy now, panting, really, and like most virgins, I suspected he’d come before he buried himself deep inside. That was okay. We had today. Tonight. Tomorrow.
Please, the rest of our lives together. I was falling so hard and so fast that there would be no returning from what I was finding with Tark.
“Gracie,” he groaned. “You feel so good. You’re tight. Wet.”
I could tell it was taking a huge effort on his part to hold back. “You're doing great. This is wonderful. All I could ever need.”
“You're sure?” His gaze met mine, his full of desire and a hint of that uncertainty that gutted me.
“I’ll never lie to you.”
“Ah.” He flashed a smile before his lips smoothed back across his tusks. “I won't lie to you either.”
He shifted his hips back and shoved forward again, pushing more of his cock inside me.
Then he nodded, and with a final thrust, he buried himself to the hilt.
Every inch of him was a slow, delicious burn. He was so big that I felt every ridge, every vein, every pulsing coorail as he filled me. I wriggled, adjusting to his size, my breath jerking in and out of my chest.
“You're still alright?” he asked, concern etched on his face. His body remained tense, his muscles trembling with the effort to hold back. He hadn’t come yet, but it would be okay if he did.
“Yes,” I breathed. “It's a lot. But it feels amazing.”
He nodded, a determined look in his eyes. He pulled back slightly, then pushed in a little deeper. Each movement was slow, controlled, giving me time to adjust to his size. The coorails vibrated, sending ripples of pleasure through me. They teased my inner walls, echoing the sensation in my clit, making me gasp and bow my back to take as much of him as I could.
I looked up, finding his face a mask of concentration and desire. A bead of sweat trickled down his temple, and his breaths came in short, sharp pants. It was taking everything he had to go slow. The sight of him, making sure he didn’t hurt me, sent a fresh wave of heat coursing through me.
He pushed in a bit more, then pulled back, his hips moving in a slow, steady rhythm. Each drive went a little deeper than the last, and each pull back was a sweet, torturous tease.
I moaned, clutching at his sides. “You feel wonderful.”
A soft groan escaped his lips, his eyes locking onto mine. He was close, deep, yet still holding back. His cock throbbed inside me, pulsing with the same need that was roaring through my veins.
He thrust again, and I gasped, my body stretching to accommodate his girth. It was intense, almost too much, yet not enough. I wanted more. I wanted to feel him pounding into me.
“I need it,” I pleaded, my voice a hoarse whisper. “Go faster. Please.”
He let out a shaky breath. “Are you sure? This is enough. I can stay in place. Move a little if you want. Try not to explode inside you too soon.”
I couldn't wait for him to explode inside me. How amazing that would be.
“You haven't hurt me. But I want to feel you driving hard. Pull out and push it in fast. Try. I'll tell you if you need to stop.”
“Alright,” he pretty much grumbled. “I can do this.”
He slid out and ground forward again, filling me almost to overflowing. I could feel every inch of him, every vibrating coorail. His hips pressed against mine, his body trembling with the effort it took him to hold back.
“You feel incredible.”
He looked down at me, his eyes filled with a mix of desire and amazement. “It's perfect, Gracie. I've never felt anything like this before.”
“Do what feels good to you. I'm along with you.”
“I will.” He began to move, his hips pulling back and then pushing forward in a slow, steady rhythm. Each thrust sent waves of pleasure through me, the quivering coorails intensifying the sensation. My body responded, squirting to ease his passage. Gasping, I moved my hips in time with his.
His hand slid to my breast, his thumb circling my nipple, sending sparks of pleasure to my core. Then he eased his hand down between us, his fingers finding my clit, stroking it gently in time with his thrusts. The feelings were intense, pushing me closer to the edge.
“Gracie,” he groaned, his voice rough, his body jerking in and out of me faster. “I can't… I can't hold back much longer.”
“Then don't. Let go.”
He let out a shaky breath, and his thrusts became more urgent, his muscles tightening, his body trembling. His cock throbbed inside me, the coorails shaking more intensely.
I clenched my inner walls around him, my breathing jagged. I was close, ready to fall. The sensation of his cock filling me, his fingers on my clit… It was all too much. Pressure built within me, heat spreading along my nerves like a live wire.
He let out a low groan, and he went even faster, pistoning his hips against mine, his cock sinking even deeper.
I could feel his climax building in the tremble of his arms, the way the cords stood out rigid in his neck, and it pushed me all the way to the edge. His coorails throbbed faster, their buzz resonating through me, driving me wild. I dug my nails into his sides, holding on tight. Every thrust sent waves of bliss crashing over me, each one more intense than the last.
“I'm close,” I cried out. “Come with me.”
He let out a guttural sound, his body tensing, his hips moving in quick, sharp thrusts. He was there, right on the brink with me. I could feel it in the way his cock swelled even more inside me, in the desperate pace he set.
My orgasm hit me like a tidal wave, sweeping through my body, clenching every muscle. I arched beneath him, crying out as the sun and the moon and every single star in the sky burst behind my eyes.
Tark threw his head back, a deep, primal roar escaping his lips as he let loose. His body convulsed, his hips jerking against mine as he released everything he had inside me. The piping hot heat of him soaked me. His cock spasmed with his climax, and that prolonged my own pleasure, keeping me riding the wave of my orgasm.
Finally, he slowed. He collapsed on top of me, though he used his arms to keep most of his weight off me. His ragged breathing echoed above my right ear.
I held him, feeling his heart pounding against my chest.
We stayed like that for a long moment, our bodies connected, our souls intertwined.
Slowly, our breathing returned to normal.
He lifted his head, looking down at me with his eyes filled with undefined emotions. He brushed a strand of hair from my face, his touch tender. “That was beyond anything I could ever have imagined.”
I smiled up at him, feeling a warmth in my chest that had nothing to do with our physical connection. “It was perfect, Tark. You were perfect.”
“No, we were.”
He rolled off me, taking me along with him in his arms.
I snuggled against his chest and dozed.