His groan was hoarse and wild, and his hands got tight on my hips, bringing me even tighter against his low abs. That whole big body shuddered before he lifted his head and nailed me with a look so hot, I shook too. “Every inch, Gracie,” he rumbled before taking my mouth again in a kiss so fucking consuming I was panting when we pulled away from each other.
I nipped his lip. “You’re going to have to work the tip in first, real slow.”
He leaned over and licked my neck.
“None of my vibrators were as big as you, you know.”
Alex growled, his tongue sweeping over my throat one more time.
“I can’t wait for this big, hard thing to go in. To stretch me out for the first time. I bet it’s going to feel incredible inside of me. My skin can’t make yours tingle, but I bet it’ll still be nice.”
He started panting.
I wasn’t the only one who liked dirty talk. And I could do this. Oh, could I fucking do this. “I’m sure it’ll be real tight, but you can do it.”
He took my mouth, sucking my tongue as he pulled my hips in more against his so I could rock into him.
“After you pull out, we’ll have to work the tip in again.”
His groan was fucking savage. “You’re going to be the death of me, Gracie. Swear. Fucking swear.”
“Hope so,” I whispered before nipping his ear.
I wasn’t the only one who had been waiting for this for a really long time. Alex’s hands tugged my shirt up over my breasts, and he took my nipples into his mouth, one after the other, sucking on them harder than before, over and over again.
Oh shit. Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit.
I reached back and gripped the hard width of him one more time. His groan was music to my ears as he dropped onto the bed. Yeah, I’d waited long enough. Tugging my pants off, I threw them across the room and sat back on his thighs and finally got my first real look at him.
Oh, even his penis was beautiful. As golden tan as the rest of him, his head was a rosy-pink, big and plum shaped, fine veins lacing the sides of it. If this was going to be mine for the rest of my life, maybe my luck wasn’t as bad as I’d always thought.
No, maybe not. Things were finally turning around.
I gripped his hard shaft, stroking up and down, watching a glistening drop rise to the tip. I ducked my face and gave him a single hard suck before lifting him straight up and stroking that soft skin up and down. I pressed him against my stomach, seeing how far he reached.
I smiled at him. My body clenched with the feel of all that tingling energy so close to my bundle of nerves.
His eyes were low and hooded, and his neck was pink.
I had to close my eyes when a buzzy finger slid between my lower lips, over my clit and deep, deep in me. It moved in and out, in and out. Holy shit.
“Want me on top?” I panted, nearly fainting when he pulled his finger out and gave it a lick. “Maybe that’s what you like? Want me to ride every one of those inches?”
The groan he let out… “Please.” He tugged me toward him, whispering into my ear just what exactly he was into.
Oh, this naughty motherfucker.
I should have known.
“On top. Fucking please,” he exhaled. Those big palms reached up, cupping my breasts, the size of them spilling perfectly into his hands. Filling them up. And I didn’t know who moaned louder, him or me.
How lucky was I that he was a boob man?
I laughed and gave that hard dick one more suck before lifting him straight up once more, going up to my knees and slipping the head right where I wanted him. Where I was wet and so ready, he had no idea. I moved down just enough for the tip to lodge itself right at my opening, just the head disappearing inside me.
The way that alone felt…
His grunt was going to be burned into my head until my last breath. Alex’s hips curled a little, slipping another inch in before he wrapped those arms around me. I arched my back and slipped a little lower on him, a shiver racing up my spine because this was everything I’d ever wanted. Everything I’d ever dreamed of. Just this big, incredible body sprawled out below me. All smooth, golden skin, lean muscle, and everything I loved.
All that time I’d spent with my vibrators had been for this. To warm me up, prepare me for him.
The inches in me were throbbing.
That incredible skin too was even better than every vibrator I’d ever owned. It was the sweetest tickle. Perfect, just fucking perfect.
Shifting my knees, I leaned forward as another couple more slid deeper, and I hissed right before I kissed his chest and whispered, “Does that feel good for you? Because I’m already wishing we’d been doing this since we’d met.”
Alex huffed, those hands lifting me up a little and lowering me back down more so that half of him was stuffed inside of me. “You feel so damn good. So fucking good, Gracie,” he said, his voice ragged. “Unreal. Nothing’s ever felt better. Nothing is ever gonna feel better.”
I squeezed those lower muscles and got myself a fucking choke that made me smile and kiss his chest again.
He curled his hips, slipping even deeper, those incredible eyes moving from my face to my chest and back again. The pink on his neck became richer in color as his Adam’s apple bobbed, and he said in that sandpaper-rough voice, “Tell me what you need. How to feel good. Do you need me to rub your little clit?”
I shuddered on top of him, taking a little more of him. Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god. “Oh, oh—”
I dropped even more until he was in to the hilt. To the balls. All those fucking inches.
The grunt that left his mouth was going to be in my fantasies for the rest of my life.
I shifted again. With my hands on either side of his head, I rode him slowly, figuring it out, watching his face, meeting his stare, his hands lingering on my waist. Legs moving until his feet were flat on the bed. He lifted his hips and dropped them, just a little, and I ground against him, letting his base rub me just where I needed. He was thick and perfect and incredible.
He was fucking everything.
And that’s when he raised his head and started sucking on my nipples again, going from one to the other and back, like he was trying to pick a favorite. Desperate, his hips pumped into me from below. “Can you feel how hard you make me?” he asked hoarsely.
I moaned, nodding wildly, working my lower body desperately against his. I was shivering. Sweating. Feeling so damn good. “I bet you can’t wait to feel me coming on you, squeezing you when I do.”
He rode me from beneath, snapping his hips up, sliding in and out, the base of him glistening with me and how wet he made me. And I rode him right back, watching him disappear in and out, a creamy ring at the root of his shaft. Going all the way up until it was just the head of him in me before going back to take him all. Up and down. I moaned when he was totally in me, the bubbling sensation of an orgasm lighting up the middle of my body like the Fourth of July. I’d had hundreds of great orgasms. Probably thousands, but this one…
And from the way he was gritting his teeth, I wasn’t the only one.
Alex leaned up and took my mouth then, kissing me.
I came, my muscles pulsed around him, and I felt him groan loud and felt him pulsing, throbbing, coming inside of me.
Wet, we were so wet, and I squeezed him and squeezed him as he kept pumping into me.