laced a hand through my hair, bringing his lips down to mine. As soon as our mouths collided the fire within me re-ignited, sending fresh heat coursing between my legs and warming the skin of my entire body. Nudging his hips between my legs he tilted me back so I was fully lying on the desk, and then palmed his arousal and positioned it at my opening. As I felt the heat of his erection rub against me I let out a long, breathy gasp, the feeling of his solid tip so amazing that I nearly came from the anticipation of how it would feel buried within me. My expectation was then replaced by the real thing as he began to edge himself inside me.
Mr Sex God was barely halfway in when he paused, his rough breath hot against my face as he cupped my chin and leant over me with a deep frown, ‘Are you a virgin?’ he questioned, his tone gritty and strained from holding himself back, but his thumb displaying the complete opposite as it gently stroked my cheek.
Embarrassment flooded through me and my face flushed. ‘No … but it’s been a while ….’ This was the complete truth. I was far from a virgin, having had several partners before, but I’d been so engrossed in work over the past few years that my love life had taken a serious back seat. In fact, the only vaguely masculine thing to have graced my bed in the last four years was my vibrator. ‘I’m OK, it doesn’t hurt.’ Which was a marginal untruth, because he was definitely stretching me, but I was so turned on that there was no way I was going to ask him to stop.
Nodding, he placed a brief kiss on my jaw. ‘You’re so fucking tight,’ he groaned.
That’s because you are so big. I thought, but I was completely beyond coherence by this point. As he edged himself in another inch and paused again, I noticed a sheen of sweat building on his brow and began to wonder if I was too tight, so tight that he found it uncomfortable. But as he suddenly pushed himself fully inside me with a lusty growl, I suspected not. ‘God, you feel so good …’ he muttered against my neck, his hot breath tickling my skin and adding to the eroticism of the act.
Pulling out slowly, I was expecting a similar, slow thrust back in, but he instead gripped my hips, and after staring at me for a second or two, hammered forwards in one almost brutal thrust until he was buried to the hilt.
‘ Ohmyfuckinggod !’ My gargled words came out in one strangled cry as my body desperately struggled to stretch and accommodate his considerable size and the speed with which he had just impaled me. Thankfully, after a second or so where I had expected to feel pain, I realised that I was more than adequately lubricated from his mouth and my orgasm.
‘Are you OK?’ he asked in a growl. Was I? He was flipping huge, and my body already felt full, stretching in places so deep inside me that I didn’t even know they existed. Panting, I clutched his shoulders, my nails digging deep as I squeezed my eyes shut and tried to relax my straining muscles around his twitching cock.
‘Allie? Christ, woman, you’re killing me. Are you OK?’ he barked, his voice so roughened that I pried my eyes open to find a sheen of sweat on his brow and his jaw tense from the strain of holding himself back as his eyes burnt into me.
Wiggling my hips slightly to accommodate him, I felt my slight discomfort gradually seeping away as the pleasure of his intrusion began to overwhelm me, making my entire being feel lax. Managing to relax the grip of my fingers on his back I stroked his cheek, swallowed hard, and then nodded.
‘Yes. God, you feel amazing.’ Giving a curt nod, he then began to move inside me, thankfully slightly slower than last time, allowing my body to fully accept him until I was the one trying for harder movements by raising my hips into each thrust to increase the speed and depth of his penetration.
Suddenly our breathy, lusty bubble was burst as we were disturbed by a shrill ringing to our right. The mystery
Chelle Bliss, Brenda Rothert