My knees lock together and my core clenches. I know without a doubt I’d remember if we had sex, I’d remember if that had been inside me. There’s no way I’d feel the same again.
Right now his cock is soft but even in this state it’s bigger than any other cock I’ve ever seen, just resting against his thigh.
We probably didn’t go all the way because he’s so big he didn’t fit.
The longer I stare at it the more it looks like it’s moving, growing even. His cock starts to lift.
I peek back up at his face and freeze.
His warm chocolate eyes are open and he’s staring down at me with a g
rin tugging at the corners of his lips.
“Good morning,” I stammer out and drop the sheet.
Oh god, the sheet dropped down even more and I’ve been caught red-handed. My cheeks are so hot they feel like they’re on fire, and that fire is spreading. I feel the flush all the way down my chest.
“Good morning,” he rumbles in a deep, sexy voice still husky from sleep.
I lean back, trying to create distance between us. He leans forward, chasing me.
I sink into the pillows and he rises over me, his eyes never leaving my eyes. He’s so big, so wide, all I can see is him. He fills all of my vision.
His head dipping down, I suck in another breath and hold it in anticipation. I totally just perved on him while he was sleeping and he’s going to kiss me.
I totally don’t deserve it but I certainly want it.
His lips touch my lips and it’s like freakin’ magic. Colors flash behinds my eyes, all the little nerves in my body awaken with awareness. The breath I was holding comes out of me as a groan, and he presses harder, deeper, increasing the pressure of his kiss.
His smell, his warmth, his taste overwhelms me. He smells clean and musky. His taste is like warm honey on my lips. His beard brushes against my chin and it tickles a little, but it’s so soft, I like the extra sensation.
Shifting above me, his hairy knees nudge at my knees, and I feel myself spreading, opening. Already forgetting the fear of him fitting.
The longer his lips play with my lips, the more I feel myself easing into submission. This just feels too right
like he was meant to be above me. There’s this weird kind of anticipation building inside me. A promise made, something left unfinished.
A memory that needs to be completed.
His mouth slants over my mouth, pulling, tasting and savoring. There’s so much care, so much enjoyment in it. Inside I’m melting. That throbbing pressure is increasing.
I reach up and wrap my arms around his neck, tugging as if I could pull him closer. Not completely understanding what I need from him, but I need something. He groans his own deep, rumbling groan and then his tongue is thrusting past my lips as he positions his massive frame between my thighs. I feel a strain in my muscles as I have to spread wider to accommodate him.
Our tongues meet, crashing together and with it there’s a strong jolt of electric sensation. The jolt travels down my spine, directly to my core. Stunning me for a moment.
He begins to lower his weight down on me and I sink deeper into the soft mattress. Tongue stroking against my tongue, I pick up his rhythm.
Chest to chest, waist to waist, he rocks his hips forward, grinding his erection against my panties. I’m so wet, so sensitive, I almost come as his dick rubs against my clit.
Moaning into his mouth, the pillow under my head vibrates. Vaguely, I register it.
I can’t stop myself from rocking my hips up, can’t stop myself from grinding back against his erection. I want him inside me. Every nerve in my body is aching with the need of it.
My pillow vibrates again.
Huh? That’s weird.
His kiss slows as he notices my distraction. His tongue is stroking against my tongue but I’ve lost the rhythm and I can’t seem to find it again.