Women who screamed in movies when they came always bugged me. It was too forced and orchestrated, and they just looked ridiculous. Well, I knew now what they were screaming about as I joined the screaming climax team. In my defense, I couldn’t have stopped if I tried. I also couldn’t unclamp my thighs as every wave hit me. It was a shame that he’d die in such an embarrassing way and his dad would have to find a way to explain it without giving it away at his funeral, but I couldn’t help it.
I was still coming when I felt his fingers leave me and something bigger pressed against my entrance. With my legs now free, I wrapped them back around his back and squeezed hard.
Pushing into me carefully but firmly, Dave began to fill me, his cock stretching me. It wasn’t painful, but there was a lot of pressure which kept increasing with every extra inch.
“So fucking tight,” he groaned, his thumb coming back to my clit and rubbing it. It was so sensitive after the orgasm I’d just had, that I almost shot off the table. Thankfully, his penis was holding me in place, so instead I just jerked and every muscle inside me spasmed around him. “Relax, baby.”
“I can’t relax,” I panted, moaning when he pressed a little harder with his thumb at the same time as thrusting into me a little harder. “You try having someone electrocute you with their thumb on your clit at the same time as shoving a tree trunk into you.”
It was an exaggeration, but I figured it would help him understand that on this occasion I had zero control over what my body was doing.
I felt him move before he lay the upper half of his body over mine, his left hand searching for my right one, linking our fingers together when he found it. As he raised our hands over my head, he lowered down so that his nose met mine, helping him figure out where my mouth was in the dark. Mine opened instantly under his, and I let out another moan when his tongue flicked against mine. The new position meant he had more control and helped him increase the power behind the small thrusts he was doing into me.
His thumb never stopped once, not even when he lifted up slightly. “Move your legs higher up around my waist.”
Following his order, I realized why he wanted it when the shift opened me up more, and his cock went deeper into me as he thrust down. If I’d had the power of my brain, I’d have braced for his next one, but I was too caught up in what his mouth was now doing to my nipple and his moving thumb. The next thrust had him all the way inside me to the base of his cock, his balls pressing up against my ass as he ground down, trying to get even deeper.
He was touching places inside me I never knew existed, and with every grind he rubbed against my clit, making my head tip back on a moan as my nails dug into the skin of his back.
“That’s it, Tab. Mark me,” he panted, his hot breaths hitting my nipple wet from his mouth, making it tighten even more. “Do it, baby.”
Just then, I shattered around him, this climax feeling different to the one before it as I clenched down on his cock. I didn’t realize it at the time, but I’d see the evidence of my nails digging down later, leaving red scratch marks and taking some of the skin with them. It seemed to spur him on, because his thrusts got harder and faster, and his left hand left mine to move down to my side, holding me in place.
As I came down from my orgasm, he raised himself off me, shoving his arms between my back and the marble and lifting me off the counter. The feeling of moving through the air made me squeeze every muscle around him so I didn’t fall, but also making sure he didn’t pull out of me – and that’s how I discovered what Kegel muscles were for.
“Shit,” he choked, stumbling slightly. “I’m not gonna drop you, baby. At least, I won’t if you let go of my dick.”
Turning, he started walking, his arms gripping me tighter to him. With that reassurance, I loosened my muscles slightly as I moved so that my mouth was now on his neck. Remembering what he’d done on mine that had felt so good, I started kissing down to his collarbone, stopping to suck and nip patches now and then. I wasn’t a fan of hickeys, in fact I’d avoided them all my life and I wasn’t about to break that now, especially not with a sheriff, so I kept them all light so I didn’t leave a mark.