All That He Wants (7 page)

I slowly slipped the boxers off the tip of his unit, and gasped as it bobbed up into place.

It was the most gorgeous one I’d ever seen.

I’ve already said I’m not that worldly. Of the ones I’d seen, they tended to strike me as… well, not that attractive. Kind of funny-looking. I liked how they felt, but I didn’t really like
looking
at them.

This one, I could have stared at all day.

Well, if I could have controlled myself from not
using
it.

It wasn’t just the size or the thickness, but the perfect aesthetics of it. It was like a perfectly sculpted piece of pink marble. Gorgeous, smooth, with a curve and heft that made my insides quiver.

Again, I was suddenly shy. I looked up at him and bit my lower lip, like I was asking permission.

He stared down at me with an urgent look on his face, like
What are you waiting for?!

I reached out and slowly touched it, softly grazing my fingers along it.

It jumped in my hand, expanding with a spasm.

Connor groaned.

His reaction overcame any remaining hesitance I had.

I began to brush my fingers across it, softly, amazed at the burning heat from it – and from the silky softness of the skin over the rock hardness beneath.

I encircled the massive girth with my fingers. I was right – I could just barely get my hand around it.

I began to softly stroke it, up and down, up and down.

Connor was moaning, and every sound he made doubled and tripled my own desire.

A drop of clear liquid beaded at the tip of the massive head. I moved my palm over it and used his natural lubrication to wet my fingers, then began to softly caress him again.

The slipperiness made it even more sensual – the soft pull of his flesh against mine.

Connor was groaning non-stop by now.

I leaned in and kissed the shaft. The heat seemed to scald my lips – but I wanted more.

I began to run my tongue up and down the underside, lightly at first, then wetter and heavier, from just beneath his head all the way down to the base.

He was whimpering now.

I pulled the shaft down away from his body – it was so long! – and hesitantly, a little fearfully, took him inside my mouth.

I almost came just from the touch of his skin on my tongue.

He tasted salty and sweet – far better than anyone else I had ever done this with.

I moved my mouth forward – not far. He was so big, I was a little scared of trying to do too much at once. I just decided to enjoy
myself
, figuring if
I
was having fun, he was pretty much guaranteed to.

I sucked softly, moving my head slowly back and forth, feeling the firm swell of him against my tongue, the silky softness of the head tickling the roof of my mouth. All the while, both my hands ran up and down his shaft, encircling him, sliding softly and sensuously, taking some of the wetness from my mouth and using it to make my touch linger up and down his incredible length, using my fingernails to tease and tickle various other spots.

The more I just concentrated on enjoying him in my mouth, the more and more turned on I got. I could
feel
myself dripping down there as I took him in, enveloping him, possessing him with my mouth.

From his groans and moans, I could tell it wouldn’t be long before he lost it.

As I was deciding on what to do – I’m not a big fan of keeping my mouth in place when the guy crosses the finish line, shall we say – I suddenly felt his hands on my shoulders.

I tensed up because I
don’t
like it when a guy puts his hands on the back of my head and forces me onto him. I just don’t. I want to be in control.

And with a guy
this
big, I was kind of afraid.

But he didn’t do that.

He pushed me away from him.

The head of his shaft pulled away from my lips, and it was my turn to look up at him in surprise.

He stared down at me, and I had to catch my breath at how
animalistic
he looked. Almost angry, definitely in pain.

“I need you NOW,” he whispered, deep and rumbling and full of need.

I gasped and nodded as he pulled me up to my feet.

From there it was all kind of a blur. His fingers pulled at my skirt, rough and insistent. I undid his tie and unbuttoned his shirt as fast as I could. As I pulled it off him, I caught my breath. His skin was perfect and flawless. His muscles were sculpted like an underwear model’s, from his sizeable pecs to bulging biceps to his washboard stomach. He had just the right amount of chest hair – and the most delicious happy trail from below his waist up to his belly button.

He kicked off his shoes and stepped out of his pants, giving me a good look at his powerful, athletic legs and perfect calves.

The last thing to go were my panties. He kneeled down in front of me, kissing and licking my breasts on the way down, hooked his fingers through them, and pulled them as fast as he could down my thighs.

I have to say, I was a little embarrassed how wet they were… soaking wet. But I don’t think he minded. He was intent on one thing: getting me down on the carpet

He pulled at my hand, and I sank down in front of him, his naked skin pressed against mine. I trembled as he kissed me deeply and cupped my ass in his hands, grinding my body into his. All the while I could feel that massive, thick shaft pressed against my belly, scorching me with its heat.

He gently lowered me onto my back as I straightened my legs. The carpet was soft as a bed beneath me.

He began to move –

“Condom,” I managed to choke out.

He nodded tersely, grabbed his pants like a man possessed, and a few seconds later I heard the crinkle of a wrapper. I watched, hypnotized, as he placed it over the swelling head of his unit – and I couldn’t help myself. I reached out and unrolled it, slowly, inch by inch down his giant shaft. It look a little while.

The whole time he was grinning like the cat that ate the canary.

When he was fully covered (the condom was fully unrolled by the time it got to his swelling base – never had
that
happen before in my limited experience), he braced himself on one forearm and gently touched my drenched lower lips with the fingers of his other hand, stroking me softly.

I cried out as an wave of pleasure seized my entire body.

He stopped and peered into my face. “Are you okay?”

I just wanted to scream,
Please, for the love of God, PUT IT IN NOW!

But I held back.

“Uh huh,” I gasped.

He leaned over and kissed me, deep, slow, and sensual, as his fingers guided the tip of his shaft inside me.

I came immediately.

I might have screamed. I’m not sure – I wasn’t exactly thinking clearly.

It was probably more like a really loud, sustained moan, and a few semi-coherent ‘Oh God oh God’s’ thrown in for good measure.

I’m not a girl who orgasms easily. I had sex for the first time when I was 17, but I never actually had an orgasm until I was with my second college boyfriend. I had them occasionally after that. The few I did have were pleasant and stress-relieving.

They were
nothing
like this.

To tell the truth, I’m not actually sure anymore I’d ever
had
a real orgasm before this.

It was like a wave of sensual electricity jolted me from my very center. My body shuddered from my toes to the top of my head, and contractions in the core of my body filled me with incredible pleasure.

After it was all over and I opened my eyes (actually I think they were rolled back in my head), I saw Connor looking down at me with a grin.

“Wow, you’re responsive,” he teased. “And that was just the tip.”

I blushed a deep red. I was a little embarrassed, to tell the truth. I think I was so incredibly turned on – by him, by the way he kissed me, the way he touched me, by his gorgeous… you know – that just the slightest bit was enough to send me over the edge.

“Sorry,” I mumbled.

He laughed. “For what?”

I smiled in spite of myself. If a guy comes quick… eh, not so good. I guess when a woman comes quick, she feels good, and the guy gets his ego stroked.

Suddenly he looked concerned. “Can you go on?”

I
was
pretty sensitive down there… but the feel of his muscular body on top of me was rapidly making me want more.

I nodded. “Just… go slow at first,” I whispered.

“Okay,” he nodded, and leaned over and kissed me again.

It was wonderful. As his velvety tongue slowly penetrated me, he started to rock his hips backwards and forwards the tiniest bit, so that his shaft did the same between my legs.

Oh my God.

Just the fact that it was bigger than anything I’d ever felt in my life… that was pretty amazing, and an incredible turn-on.

And the pressure – the sense of fullness, the incredible stimulation from his girth – well, I pretty much forgot about wanting it slow.

I just wanted more.

NOW.

I gasped as long, slow waves of pleasure started rolling through me again.

He paused to look at me.

“Don’t stop,” I whispered.

He grinned. “But are you – ”

“DON’T STOP.”

He laughed, bent down and kissed me again, deep and soft and probing, and continued to slowly enter me.

Like I said, he would rock his hips back and forth. A little bit more inside me, then pull back the tiniest bit… then a little bit more, then pull back… two steps forward, one step back.

As the pressure increased down there, and as I started to get sensations deeper than I’d ever felt before, I thought,
Okay, surely it’s all the way in now.

And then he would keep sliding in deeper.

At one point he paused longer than usual and I thought,
Okay, surely THAT’S it. It HAS to be in all the way now.

But no – he just eased himself out a little bit, then continued further in.

It. was. INCREDIBLE.

The sensations were building and intensifying as his shaft got thicker and thicker towards the base.

Even more than that, I felt this incredible
fullness,
this overwhelming sense of being filled up all the way through my body.

I began to moan and rock my hips against his, angling my pelvis to get more pressure here, more sensation there.

Slowly, slowly, he began to pull out of me – almost all the way.

I whimpered, afraid to lose the sensation.

Then he pushed inside again.

Out, then in. Out, then in.

Wave after wave of pleasure flooded my entire body.

He started to go faster. The gentle rhythm became thrusts – harder, more insistent.

I could feel the tension building inside me again – but deeper. He was touching me in places I’d never felt before.

And all the while we’re kissing, with him taking my lower lip in his and gently sucking at it, or moving to my ear and breathing softly, letting me hear the desire and need in his voice.

I don’t know what turned me on more – the incredible sensations between my legs and deep inside me, or hearing the urgency in his groans. The utter and complete desire he had to possess me completely.

He began slamming into me, and I began crying out – unbelievable pleasure tinged with the tiniest bit of pain. But I was so turned on it didn’t matter. I only wanted more, deeper, faster, harder.

“Oh God, Lily, oh God, oh God,” he breathed into my ear, a frenzied whisper.

I began calling out his name over and over as my fingernails dug into his back, as my hands cupped that amazing ass, the muscles bucking under my palms as they pumped up and down, driving him deeper and deeper inside me.

A spark began glowing in my belly. It felt different than other times. It was growing and growing, heating up my hips with waves of pleasure I couldn’t contain, rippling up and down my spine. Every stroke of his shaft intensified the heat; every touch deep inside me fanned the flames, sending stronger and stronger vibrations out through my entire body.

Then he was slamming inside me double-time, triple-time, and I couldn’t contain myself anymore. I screamed for real this time as the dam inside me broke, and that heat burst like a tidal wave of ecstasy through every inch of my frame.

I think my screaming pushed him over the edge, because he lifted his head and bellowed. Through the haze of my deep, throbbing orgasm, I watched his face strain like he was caught somewhere between heaven and hell, agony and euphoria, and then I felt him grow bigger inside me – which I would have said was impossible until I felt it. Spasm after spasm as his thrusts gradually slowed and he came to a halt inside me, the pressure less now, though still more than I’d ever felt before tonight. He lowered his face back down and began kissing my cheek, my chin, my mouth.

My orgasm didn’t exactly stop so much as it ebbed away gradually, with tiny contractions continuing for almost a minute afterwards. As I kissed him softly, another little shudder would rack my body like the aftershocks of an earthquake, and I would feel myself involuntarily squeeze his thick shaft.

We continued that way for another few minutes, our damp skin sliding sensually against each other, our tongues brushing each other’s lips, until at last he said, “Don’t move.” His hand reached down to the base of his shaft – I trembled with another aftershock as I felt the tips of his fingers graze my swollen lips – and then he slowly pulled out as he gripped the bottom of the condom.

I was a little sad as I felt him slide out of me.

He bent down and kissed my breasts, my belly, and licked where my leg joined my body. I gasped.

He grinned. “Be right back,” he promised, and disappeared from the room.

He was back within seconds with a small trash can, a box of kleenex, and some bottled water from the fridge we’d seen earlier. As I cleaned myself up, I couldn’t help watching him do the same, peeling the condom away and drying himself. By now he was pretty much limp, but even then he was bigger than anyone else I’d ever been with when they were fully erect.