31. Della
DELLA
“No,” he says, pulling me up and dragging me by the hand the final fifty yards to his house. It’s the right decision because people are at Hazel’s, and although I’m interested in dipping my toe into some voyeuristic activity, not with the people we were just drinking with.
As soon as we cross the threshold of his door, he picks me up and carries me to the bedroom, tossing me on the bed. I laugh, but the moment turns serious when I look at him in the dim light and can see the fire in his eyes as he drops his pants and fists his cock.
“Get on your knees, Della,” he says in a tone that tells me this he’s not joking. Not even a little.
“What?” I stutter out. The way he has flipped has me at full attention, and I feel the electricity surge in my body as I’m trying to catch up.
“You wanted to suck my dick out there? Get over here and show me how bad you want this.”
I don’t think a full second passes before I’m scrambling off the bed.
Grabbing him, I stroke his length before he commands me again in a voice that lights every nerve on fire. “Choke on it, Della. I want to be so deep in your throat that all you feel is me.”
When we spoke about things I wanted in the bedroom, I know I mentioned something like this, but I had no idea how hot it would actually be.
If I died trying to deepthroat Jaxon Wills, so be it.
I wanted to please this man more than life itself.
Unsure if it will help, I spit on him, trying to get his length as wet as I can, and with the enthusiasm of someone way more experienced than me, I do exactly what he wants.
Pushing him as far as he can go, I gag almost immediately, and my eyes water, but I don’t care.
“Relax, baby. Breathe through your nose. Swallow when I’m in the back of your throat.” The domineering voice he had a minute ago has softened as he’s talking me through it.
His hands cradle my head, and I use his advice. I’m sucking in air through my nose and still tense, but he’s sliding further and further down.
“Fuck, Della, yes. Holy shit, yes,” he says, gripping my head harder.
I preen with the rush of confidence, and I’m ecstatic knowing I’m doing it. Right when I feel like I’ve gotten the hang of it, and even enjoying the sensation, Jaxon yanks his dick out of my mouth.
“Della.” He says with a heaving chest and desperation. “I can’t wait. Are you drunk? Too drunk to consent? I want to fuck you… Christ, I need to fuck you…”
I don’t even respond with words before I’m pulling my clothes off and hopping back on the bed with my legs open.
Thank fuck. Although I didn’t think the blowjob was epic enough to change his morals, I’m pretty chuffed it did.
While I’m expecting him to jump on the bed and get to it, his body stops at the space between my legs, and he doesn’t waste any time sweeping his tongue over me, landing right on my clit.
It’s not aggressive, but it is enough to let me know it’s time for business.
In almost no time, I’m moving against him.
“I thought you were going to fuck me,” I say breathlessly.
“I need you to get off before I fuck you. I’m not going to last too long in the sweet little cunt I’ve been dreaming about,” he chokes out, barely stopping to get the words out, and adds his fingers to the mix, curling them in the spot that has become my favorite for him to touch.
“Holy shit,” I reply, grabbing his head as I move on his face. I had no idea an orgasm could build so quickly, but I’m about to tumble. “Jaxon, this is…”
My entire body constricts as the orgasm barrels through me.
But neither of us is satiated, so he climbs up my body, rips open a condom with his teeth, spitting out the wrapper piece, and is notched at my entrance before the euphoria has passed.
There is a fleeting moment of disappointment that he put it on in the first place, but I’m glad one of us is staying responsible.
“Are you sure about this?” he asks.
As if I’ll say no. But the moment of sweetness makes me smile. The man is losing his mind and still has the wherewithal to ask if this is okay.
“There is nothing I want more than to feel you inside me.”
Although I’m talking a big game, nerves crash back in.
When Tripp and I had sex, he just took my body and made it work, whether it was comfortable for me or not, so that’s what I’m expecting.
There was never a you orgasm first portion.
I would eventually have a biological response and get wet enough to make it not hurt, but with a dick as big as Jaxon’s, I’m scared he’ll take that approach too.
Although, to be fair, I’m more aroused now than I ever was with Tripp.
Luckily, that’s not how Jaxon operates. When he starts to slides inside, it burns as I stretch to accommodate him. He stops when he sees me wince, and I hold my breath to wait for him to force himself in, but he doesn’t.
“Breathe, baby. You have to breathe,” he say again, holding his body up over mine, letting me get comfortable, trying to open me.
I take a sharp inhale and slowly exhale. At that point, the sex haze clears for him and he remembers everything; that I don’t have much experience, that I’m nervous, that he’s huge.
“Della, you’re so fucking hot.” He takes my lips and claims me with a kiss. All while his dick is about half an inch into my body. It’s surprisingly tender, and that’s what I need to start to relax. He must feel it too, because he talks to me some more.
“Are you okay?” he asks. I just nod my head.
“I need your words, Della. Are you okay?”
“Yeah, you’re just… um… bigger than I’m used to,” I admit.
“We can stop if you’re uncomfortable,” he reassures me.
The words make my nose tingle because that’s so foreign to me.
“No. I want this, Jaxon. I want you.”
“Those words on your lips, Del,” he bends to take my lips again. Slowly this time, more sensually. “Say it again.”
“I want you, Jaxon,” I whisper.
“Think about how good it’s going to feel when I’m fucking you, Della,” he brings his mouth to my ear. “If you think my fingers felt good, wait ‘til you feel my dick moving in you.”
With that, he sits up, widens my legs with his knees, and looks down.
I don’t realize I’m doing it, but I’m waiting for his judgment.
Instead, he praises me some more and uses his thumb to circle my clit.
I can feel the moment that my body recognizes it’s safe, and the relaxation that comes with it.
My next breath is a gasp because I watch every muscle in his body contract as he pushes further in.
Between the sweetness, the way he is working my clit, and the way he’s talking to me, my body gives way, and he reaches deeper with each stroke.
I feel every thick inch, and when he’s fully buried, he stops, giving me time to adjust.
“You good, Del?” he asks in a quiet voice.
“So good, Jax. You feel amazing.”
“God, so do you. I knew you would.”
With that, he starts moving in me, and it’s a rush I never want to end. He’s hitting every place at once, and my legs wrap around him, trying to pull him even closer. Now I know why they say dick size matters.
This is what sex is supposed to feel like, I think. Tripp and I were definitely not having sex. I don’t even know what you would call what we did.
“Hey,” he says, as if he knows my mind is starting to wander. “Stay with me, Del.”
I look up at him, and something in me shifts. It doesn’t matter what happened between Tripp and me; this is so much better.
“Della, I want you on top of me.”
“We don’t have to check any more boxes, Jax.”
“I don’t give a fuck about your boxes, Tatroe. What I want is you fucking riding me while I watch these perfect tits bounce in front of my face as you see stars. When I make you come, I want the full view before you collapse over my body because you can’t stand how good it fucking feels.”
“Yes, please,” I respond on an exhale.
While still inside me, he bends, kisses me, and then flips me over in one smooth move so I’m on top.
A nervous giggle escapes my mouth. “I don’t know what I’m doing, Jaxon,” I say. “I’ve read about it and watched it, but haven’t done it.
“It’s not going to take much, Del. I’ll guide you, but just move up and down on my cock. No part of it is going to feel bad. If you’re feeling expert level, roll your hips and squeeze your insides like you do to my fingers.”
No time like the present, I think before I brace my hands on his chest and start to move.
He grabs my ass to maneuver me, and it doesn’t take long to get into a little rhythm of my own.
Holy shit, this is next-level good. Fuck, it’s everything I hoped it would be.
The way he’s looking at me with such fierce attraction only makes me work harder.
I’m not sure what he means by roll my hips, but we’ll tackle that next time.
I just want to keep doing this. I’ve moved from going up and down on him to almost dragging my clit over him.
Meanwhile, I swear I can feel him in my stomach.
“Fuck, right there, Della. Oh my God, you are so tight.” He praises me through clenched teeth.
Sweat glazes my skin, and I can feel myself boiling higher and higher and higher…
and when I touch off again, I shout his name so loud, I’m pretty sure anyone left outside Hazel’s can hear.
My entire body tenses, and I feel him gasp when my insides grip him like a vice.
He shouts my name in return, and I feel the jerk of his dick inside of me.
As he expected me to do, my body collapses over his, and I’m huffing for air.
His hand traces up and down my back in the sweetest way before he speaks.
“You were made to be on top of me.”
“That felt so different. And so damn good. Is it always supposed to feel that good?” I ask out loud by accident. That was supposed to be an inside thought.
“No, Del. Sex doesn’t feel like that. That was extraordinary,” he replies, without even a hint of a joke in his voice, and then kisses me.
And just to make sure, we spend the rest of the night seeing if the subsequent times are just as extraordinary as the first.
In the best news ever, they are.