As she started to come out of it, she dropped her head back down to look at me, her eyes half-mast and a small smile pulling the corners of her lips up. Moving my hands so that they were around her hips, I lifted her slightly so she was balanced on her knees, and then scooted out from under her until I could stand at the side of the bed.
I don’t know if it was my expression or the fact that I was lowering my boxers, but her panties were off and gone by the time I straightened back up again.
“I would make a joke about speed,” I huffed out, pulling her by the ankles toward me, “but I have a feeling I’m about to break a record myself.”
Sitting down on the edge of the bed, I reached into the drawer and pulled out a condom and tore the package open with my teeth. This was a no-no in case you ripped the rubber, I knew that, but anyone who managed to actually do that was an idiot seeing as how you could clearly feel it inside the wrapper, and it was common sense to go for the edge furthest away. If you didn’t have the IQ to figure that out, you should probably refrain from ever having sex or operating any form of machinery, including a calculator. Harsh, but true!
Rolling it down my length, I shifted back slightly and moved her until she was on her knees straddling me again, with my feet still on the ground.
Looking up at her, I saw her staring at my cock with an unreadable expression on her face. Did she still want to do this?
CharlottePhysically speaking, tab A inserts into slot B, or the round peg went into the round hole. But until this very moment, the only round peg that had been inside my round hole, came in the form of a tampon – something which was much, much smaller than Levi’s round peg.
Then again, the average vagina was only three to four inches long normally, but could expand by around two hundred percent when aroused, so the statistics were in my favor with this. At least I hoped they were, because right now I wasn’t sure Levi’s tab would fit in my slot.
Reaching down, I put my hand around it for the first time, smiling when it jumped slightly. There were roughly only two inches between the tip of it and my vagina, but Levi stopped me as I lowered myself until it was just touching me.
“Baby, we don’t have to do this if you…”
Looking up, I stared into his eyes as I notched the tip just inside me. Seeing that I wasn’t going to change my mind, he nodded and leaned in to suck my bottom lip between his own.
When he pulled back, he didn’t move too far away and whispered against my mouth, “We’ll stay in this position so that you can control the speed and how much you take, ok?”
Honestly, I would have preferred for him to control that, but at the same time I understood why and it made sense. Plus, enough porn films were made with actors in this position, so it had to be good, right?
Fitting my lips against his, I kissed him as I lowered even more, pausing periodically to adjust to him stretching me. When I was halfway down, I moved my head so that my forehead was resting against his, which meant that when I opened my eyes back up again I was looking down into his green-blue ones.
“Lift yourself back up again until you’re at the tip, baby,” he whispered, “and then lower back down.”
Not looking away once, I followed what he said, and holy shit it was fucking amazing. Not that it wasn’t before, but he was now further inside me and the sensation of his cock pushing back inside me was indescribable.
Doing it again, I didn’t stop this time until I hit the base of him – which was incidentally at the same time that he hit the base of me.
There were roughly eight thousand nerve endings in the clitoris in comparison to only roughly four thousand in the penis, and I was almost certain at this point that every last one of those nerve endings was screaming their heads off. It made me feel sad for poor Levi’s cock who was only feeling half of what I was, but I’d apologize to it later.
As awesome as taking it slowly was, soon enough the need to speed up my movements took over, and that’s when I felt a similar burn in my thighs to what I’d felt when I was horseback riding a week ago. Had it only been a week ago? Jesus, it felt like it had been months, but now that I was riding Levi I was even more grateful for the lesson in controlling my thigh muscles. That said, it probably also meant that my legs would be screaming at me tomorrow which would suck because I wasn’t sure I ever wanted to stop doing this, and if they did that I’d have to.