“Damn,” he says, a hoarse whisper followed by a swallow.
He begins taking his pants off, unbuckling the designer belt before working on the button and zipper. There’s a large bulk that’s impossible to miss and takes my breath away just a little at the memory of what’s hiding underneath. Maybe it’s because he was my first, but I’ve never forgotten how beautiful and perfect his cock is. Granted, I only have a couple of others to compare it to—the guy from high school I jerked off in the back row of the movie theatre and Lawrence. Neither compare to Jagger’s. That’s a terrible thing when he’s not only just my rebound but also someone who only does casual. He finishes undressing and soon he’s completely naked in front of me and I feel wetter than ever as I take in his physique. I decide casual dick shouldn’t be this magnificent. It’s unfair, really, but at least I know it’s casual going into it. When he meets me on the couch again, his lips are soft against mine, but still hungry, his calloused fingertips grazing over my bare shoulder and down my arm, the other snaking underneath my bra strap and then to my back where he expertly snaps it off with two fingers, a move that speaks volumes. He did it the first time, the only time, we were together, and even then it gave me pause but I find that the only thing I want to do is give in to him and there isn’t much he can do or say to stop that from being the case.
His lips leave mine and his gaze flickers to mine as he drags the straps of my bra down my arms slowly, not looking away even after he tosses the bra aside. His hand caresses the side of my face, and it feels so intimate that I have to fight the urge to pull away and plead with him to just fuck me and not take his time with me. A part of me wants to. A part of me knows that this is why he leaves a trace of casualties behind. He takes his time. He makes you feel like you’re the only one, the most important one, and maybe I am right now, for a moment. I decide to get lost in that reality, and it’s the way he kisses me and touches me ever so gently, with that fire in his eyes, that makes me stop overthinking this. He brings a hand between my legs and tucks it into my underwear, groaning when his fingers slide against my slickness.
“You’re so ready for me.” He presses his lips against mine, moving so that he’s off the couch and slipping my underwear off with one hand as he continues to play with my pussy with the other.
His mouth leaves mine and explores my body, my neck, my chest, my nipples as his fingers dive inside of me with such force my entire body bends off the couch in a gasp. His thumb presses down on my clit as his fingers go deeper and I find that the only thing I can do is grind against his hand, my eyes rolling to the back of my head as the first sensation of the orgasm washes over me. His mouth is still locked on my nipple when he slides his fingers out of me and wipes his hand, slick with my desire, over my thigh. I think I make a sound, a pout, saying I don’t want him to stop, but that’s before I hear the condom wrapper and my eyes pop open to see him sliding it on. He leans over me, one arm over my head, holding on to the couch, the other hand guiding his cock between my legs.
“I want to take my time with you,” he says, pausing to bite his lip as the tip teases my clit. “But I can’t right now. I’ve waited so long, Josephine.”
He begins thrusting inside of me, inch by inch, his stroke slow as he fills me, and once he’s completely in he stops moving, the hand he’d used to guide himself into me now gripping my waist, his eyes shut as he breathes through his nose roughly.
“Fuck, you’re tight.” He bites his bottom lip, eyes still closed, and I feel my chest constrict.
The need for him to move is too great, and even though I know he’s savoring this, having him inside me, filling me like this, and not having him move is absolute torture, so I swing my hips once, earning a groan from him, twice, making his eyes pop open and find mine, three times, making his grip tighten more so, but it’s that third time that makes him move, really move. He fucks me hard, my head hitting the top of the couch with each thrust. He presses against me until he hits my pelvic bone and slides out in such a way that I find I cannot breathe. He brings his hand between us and starts playing with my clit as he slams into me. I try and fail not to make embarrassing sounds, but I feel myself shatter beneath him just as my words get louder, and it’s the scream that rips out of me that makes him come undone.