Chapter 5 #2
So a good fuck me then.
Smiling, I did as he requested, his rough movements increasing in speed, the pace almost punishing. His thumb stroked my clit, forceful, relentless, my pussy taking a pounding, the exact pounding I'd dared to hope for.
Oh, God, this orgasm just might kill me.
The building pressure was excruciating in the best possible way, every part of me on fire, every nerve ending screaming for release.
Digging my heels into the bed, I rose up to meet him thrust for thrust, the sound of his balls slapping me mingling with our heavy breathing. Faster and faster we rose together, and I knew this man was near his peak. Both of us coming together?
It was like something out of a movie, something I'd never experienced before.
My climax slammed into me, my back arching, my cry of ecstasy embarrassingly loud. And through the blood rushing past my ears, I heard him. And oh my God, the sound of his primal grunt as he pounded into my pulsing pussy one last time, balls deep, and unloaded... it was pure heaven.
The waves kept crashing, pleasure bursting through my limbs all the way down to my toes. Never in my life had it been this intense, and lasted so long. My God, I was still squeezing him relentlessly, wondering if his dick was magic.
Could I maybe create a replica to keep me company during the long, lonely nights ahead?
Watching him, I relished the way his abs rippled and how his chest glistened in the dim lighting. He really was the most beautiful man I'd ever seen. Even with the mask. Or maybe because of it.
Pulling out of me, he disposed of the condom then immediately returned to my side, crashing on the bed right next to me.
"Wow," he said, his voice still breathless.
I'd done that to him. Me.
"Wow is right." I sighed. "I'll... I'll be right back."
In the bathroom, I emptied my bladder and cleaned myself up, taking a second to scratch an itch behind my mask. I really couldn't wait to take this thing off, but not yet. Hopefully, this man would really complete the mission and cuddle me.
When I came back out, he was still in the same position, completely sprawled out on the bed, not a care in the world that he was buck naked, his cock still on display. Even now, not hard anymore, it was damn impressive.
At the edge of the bed, I hesitated, struck by sudden insecurity and not sure what to do. Was it presumptuous of me to get back into bed with him? Should I just leave at this point?
"What are you doing over there?" he grumbled. "Get over here, baby."
So it was perhaps a bit bossy, but I secretly loved it.
After finally kicking off my heels, I crawled up on the bed, exhausted, elated, and more than ready to have this man's arms around me. And he didn't disappoint.
The second I was within his reach, he grabbed me, doing that manhandling thing again that I adored, pulling me to him and arranging me so I was the little spoon to his big one.
I sighed the world's happiest sigh, stunned that I'd actually received everything I'd asked for—the hottest sex ever with an incredibly handsome man plus the snuggles after. Let's face it. I was totally touch starved, and this would go a very long way to fix that.
Especially because every single inch of us touched in some way, his big arm around me, just under my breasts, pulling me tight to his chest, my ass nestled into him, our legs tangled together. The only word to describe it was delicious.
What I wouldn't give to have this every night.
His fingers made lazy circles on my arm, soothing me, lulling me into a trance while I let my mind daydream.
I mean, why not me? My sisters had certainly found good guys that loved and cherished them, and I happened to know they were very satisfied in all ways. Why couldn't I have that too?
Just because society in general looked down on plus-sized girls didn't make us less than. And not everyone did. This man right behind me, literally worshipping me all evening, seemed to have no problem with my weight.
My mind really took a turn... because what if more could be had with my mystery man? What if we could take this further, take this beyond this one night?
Based on everything that had happened, how well we clicked both in and out of bed, we had an incredible amount of potential. Something like this didn't come along every day. In fact, it was extremely rare, and I'd be an idiot not to pursue it and see what could happen.
While my brain had been working overtime, apparently my phantom guy had fallen asleep and was currently dozing behind me, his fingers resting on my arm.
I smiled to myself. I guess I'd worn him out.
So what did I do now? Wake him up and say we should take off our masks? Tell him that I wanted to marry him and have his babies?
Holding in my laughter, I knew that was absolutely not the way to go. The man would probably run from the room naked, never to be seen again.
No. I had to be subtle and sly. Maybe play a little hard to get. Keep up the mystery and make him chase me. That was definitely the way.
And if he didn't chase me?
Well then, it wasn't meant to be, and I'd just go right back to my regular life. Which was exciting as hell. And something I loved. Truly.
His breath hot on my neck, I devised a plan. I'd let him fall deeper into sleep, and he'd hopefully let up on his grip. And then, I was going to sneak out, after checking his ID, which was surely in his wallet in his pants which were at the foot of the bed.
After I found out his real name, I would figure out the path forward, maybe do a little light stalking so I could happen to "bump" into him someplace sans mask and see if he'd recognize me, if our connection was real.
Yes, that was totally it. I was a freaking genius.