ass closer to the edge of the counter. “Guide me in,” he rasped in her ear. Her fingers circled his base and mercy, he was big . Considerably larger than the men in her previous encounters.
She positioned his tip and when it met the heat and moisture of her opening, they both let out a sound. She expected him to make a hard, fast thrust. Instead, he barely entered then stopped, holding himself there, his body quivering. She didn’t understand and adjusted her hips to take more of him in. He held her firmly in place then pushed in farther, stopping again and she understood. He was letting her adjust to him. “Please, I want all of you.”
In one thrust he pushed in to his root.
Her pulse skipped and she drew in her breath in a half-stifled gasp. He jerked back and she dug her fingers into the curved muscles of his shoulders and tightened her legs around him to prevent him from withdrawing completely. She pressed her lips to the side on his neck.
“You aren’t hurting me. You feel good.”
A quick thrust and he filled her completely then eased back to look at her.
“What?” She feared she’d done something wrong.
He titled his head and began to rock. The intensity in his eyes sent shivers through her. “You are so beautiful I just want to look at you.” His finger traced her collarbone then went to her cheek and smoothed away her wild hair.
“Gawd, oh gawd.” It had never felt this good.
“Hold on tight. I’m going to carry you.”
“Where?” she gasped.
“A chair.” He smirked at her. “I can’t go too far.” He slipped his hands under her thighs and lifted. “Not with my pants around my ankles and my dick inside you.”
“Then why are we going anyplace?” Her arms circled his neck.
“Angle’s wrong.” Somehow he managed to move a kitchen chair around. “I can’t give you the right friction.” He slipped out then settled them on the chair. “I want it to feel as good for you as it does for me.”
What was he talking about? She was half out of mind with “feel good.”
“Now, put your feet down and stand.” She needed no more instruction. She planted her feet and he held himself steady as she lowered slowly, taking him in completely. His hands went to her waist and he made a slight movement with his hips. She rose, moving almost completely off him, enjoying his expression. Then she lowered, letting him slide in all the way and began to gyrate her hips.
“Yes. Like that,” he half moaned. She lowered her head and flicked her tongue over the line of his shoulder. He mumbled something she didn’t understand and she raised up to look into his face. “What did you say?”
He didn’t answer but covered her mouth with his, kissing hard. Moving slow was no longer an option. She hooked her feet on the chair rungs, grasped his shoulders. In this position, she controlled how fast they moved. How deep he went.
His hands clamped on her ass and he pumped his hips, keeping up with her rhythm, pushing her closer to the edge and point of no return. She dropped her feet to the floor for more leverage and moved faster.
“Celia,” he moaned, “slow down or I won’t last.” He grasped her hips, attempting to restrict her movements.
She ignored him and kept the pace. “I. Don’t. Want. It to last.”
“I’m. Not. Going. To argue.” He forced his hips up harder, meeting her moves.
She focused on the pleasure of that hot length sliding in and out. The pressure. The heat. The friction. Nothing mattered but now. “Yes, yes,” she gasped. “I’m going to….”
“Come for me.”
The sound of his voice thick with lust pushed her to the edge. Her head fell back and she couldn’t help crying out. The internal tightening overtook her and her heart pounded unbearably hard as the orgasm blasted through her.
He wasn’t far behind. Shuddering with his own release, he gripped her waist, anchoring her to him. Relief came in wave after wave until she caved against his body, resting
She positioned his tip and when it met the heat and moisture of her opening, they both let out a sound. She expected him to make a hard, fast thrust. Instead, he barely entered then stopped, holding himself there, his body quivering. She didn’t understand and adjusted her hips to take more of him in. He held her firmly in place then pushed in farther, stopping again and she understood. He was letting her adjust to him. “Please, I want all of you.”
In one thrust he pushed in to his root.
Her pulse skipped and she drew in her breath in a half-stifled gasp. He jerked back and she dug her fingers into the curved muscles of his shoulders and tightened her legs around him to prevent him from withdrawing completely. She pressed her lips to the side on his neck.
“You aren’t hurting me. You feel good.”
A quick thrust and he filled her completely then eased back to look at her.
“What?” She feared she’d done something wrong.
He titled his head and began to rock. The intensity in his eyes sent shivers through her. “You are so beautiful I just want to look at you.” His finger traced her collarbone then went to her cheek and smoothed away her wild hair.
“Gawd, oh gawd.” It had never felt this good.
“Hold on tight. I’m going to carry you.”
“Where?” she gasped.
“A chair.” He smirked at her. “I can’t go too far.” He slipped his hands under her thighs and lifted. “Not with my pants around my ankles and my dick inside you.”
“Then why are we going anyplace?” Her arms circled his neck.
“Angle’s wrong.” Somehow he managed to move a kitchen chair around. “I can’t give you the right friction.” He slipped out then settled them on the chair. “I want it to feel as good for you as it does for me.”
What was he talking about? She was half out of mind with “feel good.”
“Now, put your feet down and stand.” She needed no more instruction. She planted her feet and he held himself steady as she lowered slowly, taking him in completely. His hands went to her waist and he made a slight movement with his hips. She rose, moving almost completely off him, enjoying his expression. Then she lowered, letting him slide in all the way and began to gyrate her hips.
“Yes. Like that,” he half moaned. She lowered her head and flicked her tongue over the line of his shoulder. He mumbled something she didn’t understand and she raised up to look into his face. “What did you say?”
He didn’t answer but covered her mouth with his, kissing hard. Moving slow was no longer an option. She hooked her feet on the chair rungs, grasped his shoulders. In this position, she controlled how fast they moved. How deep he went.
His hands clamped on her ass and he pumped his hips, keeping up with her rhythm, pushing her closer to the edge and point of no return. She dropped her feet to the floor for more leverage and moved faster.
“Celia,” he moaned, “slow down or I won’t last.” He grasped her hips, attempting to restrict her movements.
She ignored him and kept the pace. “I. Don’t. Want. It to last.”
“I’m. Not. Going. To argue.” He forced his hips up harder, meeting her moves.
She focused on the pleasure of that hot length sliding in and out. The pressure. The heat. The friction. Nothing mattered but now. “Yes, yes,” she gasped. “I’m going to….”
“Come for me.”
The sound of his voice thick with lust pushed her to the edge. Her head fell back and she couldn’t help crying out. The internal tightening overtook her and her heart pounded unbearably hard as the orgasm blasted through her.
He wasn’t far behind. Shuddering with his own release, he gripped her waist, anchoring her to him. Relief came in wave after wave until she caved against his body, resting
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