Free Waiting for Her Soldier by Cassie Laurent Page A

again, I prepared for the most tantalizing pleasure, and also, as I well expected, the momentary pain of him first pushing inside of me.
    Once on top of him I reached down below me to find his cock, now seemingly larger than before, pulsing hard with the anticipation of entering my tight, wet slit. Rubbing the tip against my swollen lips, giving both myself and Darren one last tease before ultimately giving in, I smiled naughtily to myself. I’d waited so long for this, and now I was finally getting what I truly wanted, for perhaps the first time in my life.
    Holding his cock in my hand, I eased down onto him, tinges of pain and pleasure shooting through my body as I felt him stretching my folds far past anything I’d ever felt before. Putting my hands on his shoulders I leaned into him, giving him a soft, wet kiss as I eased down further onto his massive cock.
    “Go slow. It’s been a long time. I’m so tight right now.”
    “Ok,” he grunted as he grabbed my hip, accenting his verbal confirmation with a slight thrust.
    We moved in sensual rhythm, the motions of one complementing those of the other, our bodies in unison, acting out our desire and eliciting delight from every single one of our senses.
    As I rode him, I couldn’t help running my hands all over his body, finally having his tensed, toned muscles here before me, their size and hardness complementing that of his pulsing member inside me. Darren squeezed my voluptuous ass, occasionally giving it a light spank as I rocked back and forth on him. He pushed me down onto his cock, going deeper and deeper with each stroke as I continued matching my body to his rhythm.
    Every now and again I’d lean back into him, pressing my soft, full breasts into his muscular chest as I gave him a wet kiss, alternately sucking and swirling my tongue with exceptional nuance. The pain of him first entering me was starting to subside and I felt myself grinding him harder, riding him with a passionate fury I’d never expected I was capable of. What had started out as pain had given over completely to intense pleasure, causing intermittent moans to escape my mouth with each hard thrust of Darren’s cock inside me, every thrust sending a shockwave of pleasure through me.
    You would think that having his huge cock inside me would be satisfying, and it was satisfying in a superficial sense. But the reality was that every single movement, each sensual glide in and out of my wet slit, made me want him even more than the last. I wanted to my fucked hard, to have him finish inside me, giving me everything that I wanted from him and leaving nothing behind.
    “I want you so bad,” I breathed into his ear, my soft words encouraging a forceful stroke from Darren who grabbed my ass, pushing me hard onto his throbbing member. I moaned loudly, both our bodies covered in sweat, making our way towards the exhausted satisfaction of climax, a feeling both of us had been waiting for longer than we could remember.
    His motions were at times subtle and hypnotic, at others intense and ecstatic. Each wave of pleasure that rolled through me magnified and focused the ecstasy of the last. Soon I recognized a feeling in my body beginning to well up and make its way to the surface, a feeling that up until now I’d nearly forgotten: it was the feeling of an impending and inevitable orgasm, the consummation and climax of all this hot sex, simultaneously a good and bad sensation. Good, because I knew that I was about to orgasm harder than I ever had in my life; bad because I wanted to prolong this moment, to draw out this intimacy, to heighten my pleasure evermore with self-imposed longevity.
    I didn’t want to give in. I didn’t want to come just yet. It was too soon, far too soon. I wanted to ride Darren well into the night, both of us sweating, our body heat traded back and forth in this long wished for erotic embrace. But I didn’t have a choice, I could feel it rolling through my body, building,