17
For an electrifying moment, we didn’t speak, simply staring into each other’s eyes.
He tugged me down at the same time I began to move.
Our lips met with furious passion. He rolled us over so he was on top, his right thigh pressed between mine, kissing me so deeply, so passionately it made my chest literally ache.
He pulled back from the kiss only when we needed to breathe, both of us nearly gasping, our chests heaving.
His eyes were half-lidded, lips glistening—full and swollen, parted like he wanted to say something.
I saw that something in the dark heat behind his eyes, in the tender way he was cupping my jaw.
That same something was building in my throat, stinging behind my eyelids.
I yanked him down when I couldn’t stand it, joining our lips once more. I spread my legs for him, and he happily slipped between my welcoming thighs.
For several moments all we did was kiss and kiss and kiss, until my lips felt raw with it, my skin rubbed sensitive from the gentle scrape of his beard.
We kissed until I swore I could paint the full shape of his mouth from memory.
Who knew simply kissing could be this erotic?
I was so wet it was seeping out of me, trailing down between my ass cheeks, probably soaking the sheets underneath me.
His hairy chest brushed against my breasts, the rough tease making my nipples ache.
I gripped him tight, and began to squirm needily, whining into his mouth. He’d been holding himself up all this time, but at my needy squirming, finally lowered himself firmly on top of me.
We both groaned, our hips jolting when his newly stiffened erection came in contact with my soaked pussy.
He pulled back from the kiss, burying his face in my neck, breathing raggedly. “God,” he panted, thrusting his dick through my dripping, swollen lips. “Fuck, Ofure. Goddamn.”
“You feel so good,” I whispered, my voice a moan. He was hot and thick and so fucking hard, the perfect tease against my pussy lips and my clit.
“You feel like literal sin,” he growled, leaning up to capture my lips again.
I panted and moaned into his mouth, my hips matching the movement of his hips, stroke for stroke. The swollen head of his prick glanced over my throbbing clit with each thrust, and had my lower belly tightening, my nipples tingling.
We had to stop kissing again, both of us breathing raggedly.
He buried his face in my neck once more, then began mouthing and sucking at the sensitive spot between my neck and shoulder, humping against me harder, faster, the sound of his dick sliding through all that wetness making an obscene noise.
The feel of him, the sound of him, had my core throbbing with want.
I could come like this, and I knew he probably could, too.
But ... but ...
I felt so fucking empty. My inner walls kept clenching with each thrust of our hips, his dick sliding like a silk rod against my slick, needy pussy.
I wanted him inside me. I needed him inside me.
I made a soft noise that sounded like a sob, gripping his back and digging my heels slightly into the mattress so I could tilt my hips up.
The head of his dick pressed against the opening to my cunt for one tantalising moment before sliding up along my pussy lips once more.
“J-Jesus,” he snarled, hunching over me, his hips jolting. One hand flew down to my hip to stop me from moving.
“Uzi,” I whispered, the word so low I wasn’t sure he’d even heard me.
He heard whatever thread of vulnerability laced my voice, and lifted his head, meeting my gaze. I could see my need mirrored perfectly in his eyes, which made my empty core throb again.
“Please,” I whispered. “I need you.”
“Fuck, Fure.” His throat bobbed with a swallow. “You want—?”
“I want you inside me.” He shuddered, like hearing the words was too much, then leaned down to press a hard, desperate kiss to my mouth. When he leaned up again, I whispered shyly, “I don’t have any—do you—?”
“Yeah,” he said gruffly. “Just ... give me a moment, Fure, baby.”
“Okay, Uzi, baby.”
He gave me another kiss, this one soft and sweet, then climbed off the bed.
And I thought, oh thank fucking God. It seemed Uzezi must’ve wanted to be as prepared as me, because I’d secretly gone out to get condoms as soon as we’d decided we were doing this—on the morning of our first date, to be precise.
If I’d have had to go all the way to mine just to get them—just so I could feel him inside me, I would have.
But thank goodness I didn’t have to. I didn’t want to leave his bed—this lovely cocoon we’d made that seemed to exist outside of time.
He returned to me, and on his face was the exact expression I’d imagined that first time we’d kissed.
Eyebrows furrowed, gaze focused so intently on mine it made my heartbeat flutter madly and butterflies burst to life in my lower belly.
He dropped a few of the condoms onto the bed, one remaining between his fingers.
Then he knelt between my legs, spreading his thighs so I had to hook my legs on top of his. He ripped the condom open with his teeth, not taking his eyes off mine. I groaned, my hips flexing.
He smirked, watching my no-doubt hungry expression as he rolled the condom down his thick shaft.
“Confess: how many times did you have to practice just to nail that slick move?”
“How much did it turn you on?” he retorted cockily.
“Shut up. Come here,” I growled.
He laughed, leaning down to dutifully join our lips. First soft and teasing, then harder, deeper. His right hand moved between our bodies, holding his dick steady. He rubbed the tip teasingly over my clit, making my hips jolt with each pass.
“Uzezi,” I begged.
“Yeah?” he teased, leaning up to meet my eyes, his own dark with desire.
“I need you,” I whispered, something in me breaking open at the admission. “Please.”
“Yeah.” His expression turned just as raw. “Anything you want, Fure, baby.”
I didn’t take my eyes off hers, holding my dick tight as I angled it, stroking searchingly over her pussy until I was notched at her opening.
We both exhaled shuddering breaths. Something had shifted irrevocably between us tonight.
Something had been shifting since the moment we’d first kissed, and tonight, that shift had been permanently cemented.
I knew it, and I could tell from her shiny eyes that she knew it, too; there was no going back from here.
I began to press in, both of us still staring into each other’s eyes.
I swore I could feel her heart thudding through the softness of her breasts pressed against my chest, the rhythm in perfect sync with mine.
I took it excruciatingly slow. She was dripping wet, but so fucking tight, goddamn.
I literally stopped breathing when my dick finally popped past the ridiculously tight opening of her cunt.
Then, I wasn’t sure what happened, but her inner walls were suddenly loosening, softening—and I was sliding in to the hilt without my control.
A strangled grunt sounded in my throat. I clenched my thighs frantically, instinctively, trying to keep myself from immediately ramming her into the mattress.
“Jesus. Fuck. A-All right?” I rasped when my voice box started working again.
“Uh huh.” Her voice was just as thick, her eyes still glistening, eyelashes low and fluttering. “Fuck, Uzi. You feel so—you’re so ... big.” Her pussy clenched around me, like she wanted to really feel it.
My head dropped onto her shoulder, my mouth slack. Oh God. Oh God. Oh God. She felt so good, even with the condom. Too good. I was going to come.
I groaned, jaw clenched with desperation. She was making equally heated noises into my neck, her nails digging into my back. Neither of us moved, both trying to extend the feeling of me being inside her for the first time. When her nails pressed deeper into my back, I took that as my cue.
If I’d thought that brief moment of us catching our breaths would be enough to pull me back from the edge, I was wrong.
I pulled out, gasping silently as she clenched hot and tight around me, then pumped back in, shuddering when she happily welcomed me back inside, opening up for the thickness of my dick, her pussy startlingly warm and slick and gripping.
“Jesus.” I had to stop moving again. “Goddamn.”
“Uzi,” she said, her voice a low, breathy moan. “Fuck. You feel so good.”
My lower belly tightened. “Yeah?”
Her hands slid down my back until she was cupping the firm globes of my ass in her palms. She squeezed, lifting her hips, notching my prick impossibly deeper.
I shuddered, dick pounding. “God. Shit. Fuck. Ofure, I’m—I’m afraid I’m about to embarrass myself again.” My voice was too strained to sound teasing.
Ofure lifted her left thigh, hooking it around my hip, her heel digging into my ass cheek. Her hands moved up from my ass to wrap tightly around my shoulders, her right hand going into my hair, shoving my head down till my face was buried in her throat, and she could press her lips to my ear.
“Fuck me, Uzezi,” she whispered.
Jesus. I shuddered again. “Ofure—”
“Come on.” She licked my earlobe—tugged at it gently with her teeth. I shuddered yet again, clinging onto control by a thread. “I want it. I want to feel it. I want to feel you come, all the way inside me.”
“Sh-Shit.” My hips jolted forward. Once I started moving, I couldn’t stop. I pumped into her without rhythm, moaning raspily into her neck. “Fuck, shit, goddamn, fuck—”
“Yes,” she whined. “I want it. I want it, Uzi. Oh please, please—”
I made a low, frantic noise, grabbed her hips in my hands, and proceeded to pound her into the mattress the way I’d been dying to since I’d first slipped inside her.
Her hips flew off the bed, her second thigh lifting to join the first, wrapping around my waist. Her nails dug into my back, her head tilting back into the pillows.
“Yes, fuck, come inside me. Fill me up. Fill me up—”