9. Katie
KATIE
“I’m ready, Darren.”
Well shit. I wasn’t expecting to be so bold. The words tumble from my lips like a spilled drink, and his reaction is instant. He’s up from the table, walking around to close the distance between us. Eyes on me. Hands on me. He guides me up to him and then lifts me into his arms like I’m weightless.
“Ready for what, firecracker?” he asks, voice barely a rasp.
“I think that you know.”
“I need to hear you say it.”
He looks tormented, a man about to come undone. I love having the ability to turn him into this. From stiff and gruff and uptight to…falling apart at my hands. Mine, all mine.
“I’m ready for you to fuck me, Darren.”
I say filthy words in a tone I can hardly recognize. I’m already soaking with need, turned on by his scent, the bulk of his muscles, the way he can pick me up and toss me around like it’s no big deal.
He carries me to my bedroom, tossing me down on the mattress. His hands get to work on his shirt. With every button he undoes, I see more beautifully tanned skin, peppered with dark hair across his chest and pecs, a happy trail leading beneath the waist of his jeans.
“More,” I beg.
I kneel on the bed, coming forward and grabbing his belt, yanking it open. I can’t wait any longer. It feels like I’ve been waiting for this moment since that first kiss we shared. We left something unfinished, and I’ve been holding my breath ever since.
I strip him from the waist down, hurriedly, desperately. When his cock springs free, I stop abruptly. It’s enormous.
“Oh my god.”
“We can stop whenever you want, honey.”
“No fucking way,” I shake my head. “This is happening. It’s happening. Tonight.”
Who am I trying to convince? Him, or me?
I want this. I’m just not sure how this is going to work. Looking at his girth, his length, I have no idea how I’m going to fit that thing into my body.
Darren seems to understand what I’m worried about.
“We’ll go slow, firecracker,” he vows. “You’re in control.”
“I’m not sure it’s going to fit,” I murmur.
I reach for it, gazing in wonder at the way my fingers hardly wrap around the thickness. Darren inhales sharply, his entire body going as stiff as his cock in my hand.
“It’ll fit,” he says roughly. “You’ll take all of it, and you’ll fucking love it. But first, I’m going to warm you up.”
“What do you mean?”
Darren grabs my ankles and pulls them towards him, opening my legs.
I slide down on the bed, back flat against the sheets.
This enormous, muscular man climbs over me and I cannot take my eyes off the way his arms flex above me, around me, enclosing me beneath him.
Everything else disappears and all that I see and feel is him.
“Your turn,” he says, eyes glittering in the light. He reaches for my shirt and I hesitate.
“Wait.”
“What?”
“Let’s turn that off,” I say, looking at the bedside lamp.
“Why?”
“You know why.”
“I’m afraid I don’t,” he says firmly. “Why the hell would I want to turn the light out? I want to see you, Katie. You don’t know how long I’ve been waiting to see you like this. All of you.”
“I’m worried you won’t like what you see.”
Darren shakes his head in amazement.
“Darlin there is no way I won’t like what I see. You’re my dream woman and you’re taking your clothes off and letting me touch your body. I am on cloud fucking nine right now and the only thing in the way of you and me are these clothes.”
He takes my hand and guides it to his cock again.
“Feel this?” he says.
“Yes,” I barely choke out, reminded once again of how absolutely huge he is. I can barely hold him in my hand. How is he going to be inside of me?
Now he backs up on the bed, taking his cock in his own fist between my open legs. He squeezes, gliding his hand up the shaft of his cock at the same time. I watch as clear liquid leaks from the tip of his member.
“You see this?” he demands. There it is. The growl that I’ve come to associate with this man. But this time the admonishing tone is fucking hot.
“Yes.” I hardly recognize the raw need in my voice. Who is this woman?
“This is what you do to me,” he says darkly. “It’s what you’ve always done to me. Do you know what I think about when I’m jacking off? Do you know?”
“What?”
“You. Your body. Your tits. Your thighs. I think of you. Every. Time.”
He strokes his cock as he speaks.
“You’re always forgetting how fucking beautiful you are. Tonight I’m going to remind you. Again and again.”
He strips my skirt off, pulling it down my legs and tossing it to the side. Then my underwear, too. He pulls my tank top and bra up and my breasts spill out beneath.
“Fuck,” he hisses before taking a nipple in his mouth.
I cry out, back arching as I writhe beneath his solid, heavy body. His cock is pressed against my naked pussy, teasing, needy, thick and smearing my arousal all over my clit. I grind against him. I need more. So much more.
He switches to my other nipple while his hand roams down my body, diving between my thighs and sliding through my wetness. He circles my clit before pushing a finger inside of me. Then, slowly, another finger.
“You’re tight,” he pants, looking down. “I’m going to need to stretch you first, baby.”
“Whatever you’re doing, just don’t stop.”
Somehow, his fingers have found the exact spot that sets my body on fire. My mind is blissfully blank, every worry forgotten as I’m filled with electric sensation. I never want it to end and at the same time I feel like I can hardly keep going. I feel so full, so good.
His fingers push against my walls, stretching me, while his thumb finds my sensitive clit and circles it faster and faster.
I reach my peak in seconds, my walls clenching around his hand, thighs pressing together and trapping him in place. His mouth finds mine and muffles my moans, like he’s trying to steal this pleasure, consuming me, taking it all for himself. It’s the longest, hardest orgasm I’ve ever had.
When it’s over, I feel spent. I collapse on the bed, catching my breath. Darren doesn’t even seem winded, not tired even after all of that work he’s done today – on the bridge and on my body.
I close my eyes. When I feel his bead brush against my inner thighs, I open them and sit upright.
“Darren, what are you doing?” I gasp.
I think I know exactly what he’s doing, though.
He was about to put his mouth right there, on my pussy.
Another thing I’ve never done with a man before but have always wondered about – specifically wondering how it would feel to have Darren’s strong hands gripping my thick thighs while his bearded mouth devoured me.
“Round two,” he says, his wicked eyes on me. “I have to make sure you’re ready before I enter you, firecracker. Lay back and let me handle this.”
His mouth is on me, this man I used to obsess over and daydream about the way some girls would daydream about Ryan Gosling or something. But he’s real, really here in my bedroom and he’s licking me right there.
Even with all my familiarity with my own body, my books and my toys, I’ve never been able to give myself two orgasms in a row. So I doubt Darren will be able to.
“Darren,” I gasp as his tongue laps at me. “I don’t think this is going to do anything.”
He ignores me, sucking me more deeply now, his tongue entering my wet pussy.
I now understand why the phrase is eating you out.
Because he’s absolutely devouring me, making a meal of me with his hands cupping my ass and pulling me closer to him.
Like a man on his knees eating his first meal in days, exactly where he wants to be.
“Darren,” I gasp again, raking my fingers through his hair and pulling. “Wait.”
He looks up. As soon as his tongue stops, the overwhelming pleasure ceases too, and I find that I desperately want him to keep going.
“Turn off your brain,” he orders me.
“Excuse me?” I arch a brow.
He grins between my thighs.
“Turn off that beautiful brain of yours for the rest of the night and just trust me,” he says. “You analyze everything, Katie. You analyze your whole damn life. Do me a favor and turn all of it off for one night with me. Shut your brain off. Listen to your body. What’s it saying?”
It’s screaming for more.
I push his face into my pussy and he grips my ass even harder now, as though afraid I’ll fly away. I try to do what Darren says. Turn off the brain. Stop analyzing. Feel the way his breath is hot on my skin, the movements of his tongue rough and soft all at the same time.
The buzzing in my body is slowly increasing in frequency. His tongue circles my clit one more time and I’m screaming his name at the ceiling as I quake around him.
Two orgasms. Two in a row.
And by the look in those eyes, he’s not done with me yet.
"Condom," I gasp.
It's miraculous that I manage to get the word out at all.
Not only am I delirious with pos orgasmic bliss, but I also don't want the condom at all.
I know it's the responsible thing to do, though.
Which is why I've had a box of them in my bedside table for a couple of years now.
Waiting, waiting, for a dick that I might deem worthy.
I didn't expect it would be Darren's.
"Here," I say, grabbing one from my nightstand drawer. Darren raises a brow but says nothing. I wonder what he's thinking. Probably that it's weird that I keep condoms if I don't have sex. He opens the little foil packet and rolls the latex over his shaft. Shockingly, it fits.
He fists the base of his cock and taps the head on my sensitive clit before sliding it up and down between my wet folds. Teasing my entrance but not going in.
"Stop analyzing," he says.
"I wasn't," I say.
A lie. I definitely was.
How can I not analyze when that giant cock is pressed against me, so thick and long? I've never had anything larger inside of me than his fingers so far, and before that just tampons and the occasional slender toy designed to reach my G-spot without stretching me.
"I don't think I can do it," I whimper as he rubs against me.
Impossible as it may seem, he's very close to giving me a third orgasm just by sliding against me like this.
Are my orgasms getting closer together? How does this work?
Is there a maximum number of orgasms a woman can have in a day, and if there is, what is that number?
Because Darren is breaking all of the long-held beliefs that I had about my body tonight.
And he's about to break one more, it seems. Because I don't think it's possible for that massive thing to be inside of me, but somehow, I know it will be.
Because I'm ready for this. I'm ready to lose my V-card.
I hoped and dreamed it could be Darren, but never thought it would be.
Now he's here, and I'm not about to stop now.
Maybe this goes nowhere. Maybe after tonight, Darren breaks my heart all over again. But I'm turning this damn brain off. My body is needy, hungry for him.
"You can do it," Darren says. "You'll stretch to fit me. You were made to take my cock, Katie. Your body was made to fit me."
Looking at his thick member, I really don't see how this is possible.
Darren pushes the head of his cock against my hole while he leans down, giving me a tender kiss before bowing lower to take my nipple into his mouth again.
While he does, his hips press into me harder.
There it is. The pain that I was promised.
The pain that every woman I've ever talked to describes when they talk about their first time.
It's not bad, just a pinch. And the pleasure that accompanies it, is enough to overcome the pain.
It's enough to make me want more. I push up against his cock and he growls against my tits in approval, giving me more.
Another half inch. Another inch. Every bit of length comes with a pinch of pain as he stretches my walls, but it also comes with unbelievable pleasure. I feel so full.
"Oh god, Darren. This feels amazing."
"You're only taking half of me right now, darlin. There's more."
"What?" my eyes snap open and I look between my thighs in alarm.
"Told you," he says in a tight voice. "I'm going slow. I don't want to break you, baby."
"You won't."
Am I sure about that?
I'm not sure of anything.
I just know this is the best feeling. My pussy still throbs from the two orgasms I've already had and I'm preparing for a third. My body is stretched tight around Darren's most intimate part and he's about to give me more.
"Ready?"
"Ready."
He slides further inside of me until he's filling me all the way, his hips pressed against my ass and thighs, the weight of his body keeping me anchored the mattress.
"You're so tight," he grunts.
"Too much?"
"Nothing about you will ever be too much for me," he vows seriously.
He takes my wrsits, pulling my arms over my head.
Then he dips his face to my chest, licking and sucking every inch of my breasts until he finds my nipples again, sucking softly and then harder, with need, as his hips begin to carefully pump.
"Fuck," he groans. "I want to knock you up."
"What?" I ask.
"Not tonight," he says. "But I'm going to. One day I'm going to be inside of you with nothing between us and I'm going to fill you up with my seed. Every fucking night. Until you're swollen with my baby."
He thrusts his cock into me with every sentence, increasing the pace and angle until he's at a steady, quick rhythm.
One of his hands finds my clit and he smears my arousal all around it, stroking it until I'm quivering beneath him.
I reach my third orgasm easily. It comes over me before I'm even aware of it, melting every muscle in my body until there's nothing left. No tension, no apprehension.
I forgot the pinching pain between my legs a long time ago and now I meet him thrust for thrust, pushing my hips against him, demanding more. The room fills with the sounds of our bodies slapping together, his cock coated in evidence of every explosive orgasm he's given me tonight.
"Fuck. Katie."
He explodes as he pounds forcefully against me, his orgasm quickly following mine.
After a few minutes of laying in the bed, he carefully slides out of me, running to the bathroom to throw away the condom. When he returns, his face is soft and concerned. He climbs into the bed, stroking my thigh comfortingly.
"Are you okay?" he asks. "Did I hurt you?"
"I'm not hurt," I say. "And I'm more than okay. That felt amazing. Thank you."
"Don't say thank you," he shakes his head. "Not when I should be thanking you for the privilege of getting to see and touch and taste your sexy body. This was better than anything I could have imagined in my wildest fantasies."
I still can't believe I've been something he's fantasized about. I'm afraid to believe it, because if I believe it, I might start to think I'm special to Darren. And believing that is a one-way ticket to getting hurt.
It seems like my brain is awake again, and it’s analyzing the hell out of this entire situation.