“Okay?” he said from the dining room.
Determinedly, I made it to the room and nearly threw myself on the bed. Adrenaline was coursing through my body, and I was making questionable decisions. I didn’t care. I needed this. I needed him.
I ripped off my shirt and then yanked off my pants before crawling into the bed and pulling the covers to my waist. I still had my bra on, but it was the lacy black one, and I had a feeling having a little something on was sexier than nothing. And what was sexier than a black bra and a black thong?
“Gerry, could you come here?” I called out.
Moment of truth.
There was a beat and then the sound of the chair sliding back. I waited, my breath hitching as I heard him walking down the hall, his steps somewhat tentative. When his face appeared in the doorway, he took a moment to peer inside, and then the grin that had caused so much trouble spread into a wide smile.
“Oh,” he said.
“I think I could use some help,” I said, reaching behind me, “getting this bra off.”
“I think I’m just the man for the job, actually,” he said, sauntering in.
Kneeling on the bed with one knee, he leaned forward, and I grabbed his face with both hands, pulling him to me for a deep kiss. As our lips touched, I felt a shudder go through me. I tried to lie back, pulling him with me. But Gerry was determined not to let me down, both literally and metaphorically, and stayed where he was as he reached behind me. I felt the pressure of the bra release, and then he slowly lowered himself along with me until he was mostly above me, and my head was on the pillow.
I yanked the bra off and tossed it away, and one of his hands slid across my chest to grasp my breast. I moaned as he touched me, and our kiss deepened even more. My eyes were clenched shut, but I could feel him yanking off his overshirt and pulling at his T-shirt underneath. My hands instinctively went for his belt, and I began tugging at it until it was open and then fiddling with the button of his jeans.
He broke our kiss to pull off his shirts and help me get his pants open, yanking them down to his knees. His massive cock bounced out of his boxers, and I grasped it in my palm, stroking him toward me as he pulled the rest of his clothes all the way off. My other hand reached up to run down his incredible, hard body, fingertips dipping between the ridges of his chiseled abdomen.
Gerry pulled at the blankets and revealed the rest of my body, eliciting a deep groan of pleasure. I felt goose bumps cover my body as he knelt down and pulled the blankets away from me and began pressing kisses down my chest. As he reached my navel, his fingers pulled at my panties, and I lifted my legs so he could pull them off. As soon as they were gone, his tongue trailed down my core, lapping at my lower lips until his expert tongue slid through my folds. I cried out and reached down to grasp his hair as he licked my clit and sent shockwaves through my body.
It didn’t take long for an intense and overwhelming climax to build as he slid a finger inside me. My pussy was wet and throbbing, and his tongue massaged my clit with deep, heavy strokes as he slid the pad of his finger across the top wall of my pussy. Suddenly, I grabbed at the sheets and squeezed my thighs around his ears as the orgasm roiled through my body, and I lifted my hips up in the air. He held me aloft with one hand under my ass and intensified the pressure of his tongue as I came.
I reached down to pull him upward, and he rose up my body, trailing kisses until he settled his knees between my thighs. His cock brushed across my pussy, and I moaned. One nipple slipped between his lips as he reached around me, lifting me with both hands and positioning me. Then, with one intense thrust, he was inside me, filling me and sending off a new wave of sensations.
“Fuck me,” I cried. “Hard!”
The adrenaline and the desire had taken over. He was so big, throbbing, and thick that it felt unlike anything I’d ever felt before him. I shouted with each thrust as he slammed into me, his cock burying itself deep inside.
“Yes, yes,” I moaned, my lips brushing his ear.
We tumbled around in the bed, playfully giggling as we changed positions. He didn’t hesitate to touch my stump, utilizing the lack of my knee and shin to hold me in positions that might have been otherwise difficult. Every one of them was incredible and brought new waves of ecstasy. I came over and over, and finally, as he sat me on top of him, sitting on the edge of my bed and holding me tightly to him, I felt he was going to as well.