Passionate arrival

I didn’t stop screaming his name. it had become a prayer on my lip, a plea for satisfaction. I arched my back to meet him.

It felt so good. The movement of his tongue pushed me towards the edge, I moaned over every slide, every dip, every lick. Dear God, I was going to come. I felt the rush coming at me so hard it stole my breath away.

One second I thought I was going to come, I could already taste the climax on my tongue and the next he withdrew his touch completely off me. It felt like I was yanked away from paradise. I scrawled my legs at him, close to howling out in pain and screaming his name, but when I opened my eyes, he was over me.

His hands pulled my legs apart as I saw his dick approach me. My throat went dry for another reason. The need to cum seemed to choke the fear of his size. I wanted him so badly.

I was too far gone to fear anything, when I felt the tip of his cock on my entrance and his finger tightened over my hip, I shut my eyes hard and anticipated the feeling. I expected him to make his way in with one deep thrust and give me the release I wanted.

Instead, he took this moment to go slow. I felt him push inside and at the same time tears gathered in my eyes, and then I felt more of him make his way inside of me.

It wasn’t as painful as I anticipated. If I were to be more shameful and honest, I’d admit it felt good. He withdrew completely only to thrust in deeper than before. Fuck! It felt good.

The pressure of his hands on me tightened like he was trying to keep me from running. He gave one thrust that I thought had to be the deepest he could give before he informed me otherwise.

My eyes had avoided looking down at where we joined since he first invaded me but I couldn’t look away anymore.

“Tell me you’re in.” I breathed, I wasn’t sure I could take more of him, I wasn’t sure my body would be able to take more from him.

He only gave me the look of a child caught stealing milk as he shook his head and I just had to look myself, it seemed like he was only halfway in.

The most intense sensation came as I watch I watched withdraw and thrust back in, this time I almost took him completely. I felt stretched and invaded, at this point, my body no longer felt like mine.

I felt like I was a liquid see and the only solid sensation where his his hands that pinned me down.

He must have been giving me easy, because at that moment he he grunted and spoke, his voice tight and pressured, “I can’t go slow anymore, Emily.”

Did he call what he was doing to me ‘going slow’? I felt like I was going to burst open and this was his idea of slow. Again he proved me wrong.

Just one hard thrust was all it took me to cum all over his cock like a crazy woman.

One hard, deep, and complete thrust, he gave me all of him and I found myself falling and tripping over the edge, my body rocked and quivered, and sounds that had no meaning escaped my lips, I didn’t care, at the end, all I could mutter was his name.

“XAndro! Xandro! XAndro!”

His name was like a prayer in my lip, a cry for more, a plea for pause because he didn’t go easy on me even as I came all over him.

There was something about sex that made you feel strong and weak at the same time. First, you doubt your body and what it can take, and then later you begin to want even more than you assumed your body could handle. Or maybe that was just how it was for me.

His thrust still came in stronger. I felt my insides trying to grip him tight and hold him in, but he pulled out with strength and force, only to meet me tight when he came in again.

I hadn’t recovered from my first cum when I felt another one building inside of me. This time I didn’t stay still. Something was brewing in me, and I couldn’t stay still, the need to touch him as boldly as he had handled me was strong but so was the knot that bound my hands together. He had to stop this habit. That didn’t stop me from pulling at it with all my might.

The pressure on my hands had loosened a little, I pushed and trashed at him. Strength seemed to bubble inside me as I rose to meet him, our bodies jamming together more forcefully.

When I finally felt like I had the strength to control the pace, triumph filled me as the control and power began to sip into my blood. I was riding towards another orgasm.

But he refused to let me have it easy.

I screamed in protest when he withdrew from me completely. I felt my insides clench forcefully around the emptiness, begging for his return. I couldn’t believe how empty I felt in those few seconds. It felt like having him inside of me was the norm and being without his cock was so wrong.

He lifted my legs to straighten and rest on his shoulders, taking my ass off the bed and lifting me. I felt more exposed and less powerful as he drove into me again.

Now, I could only take what he gave, and it was my turn to hang on to something but since he gave me nothing to hang on, I focused on squeezing him with my insides. Tightening around him as he thrust into me. I felt him lose control with each squeeze and gloried in it. His touch was addicting, and I knew I would want more after this, everywhere he had touched still burned and the need for more still overflowed in me.

How had I gone all my life without this? At this moment, I couldn’t blame the women who had made themselves a fool over this.

He was very close to his release but refused to go down alone. His trust became harder, pulling me along and refusing to let go, it wasn't long before I felt myself as close as he was.

We tumbled together over the hazy climax as I felt the hot gush of his seeds inside of me. Nothing had ever felt more perfect.