Not that I notice them very much - my eyes are closed, my senses filled only with him. But I recognize the scent, and I hear a rustle as he steps on them over the threshold. Then he lays me down on the bed and I feel more of them on the bare skin of my back, scattered all across the bedspread and giving off a beautiful scent.
Fernando moves away from me, now that I’m laid down on the bed, and I want to groan in protest - but he stands back only so that he can hurriedly undo his belt and push his pants to the floor. The briefs he is wearing underneath are quick to follow, and my eyes nearly pop out of my head at the sight of the giant rod between his legs. I had no idea what to expect, even though I’d felt it pressing against me, and it is so much bigger than I imagined.
Now a new wave of doubt flows through me. Am I actually going to be able to fit that inside me? It seems ludicrous. How can I even have that much room inside?
Fernando sees my eyes and where they are and he approaches the bed, slowly rather than climbing up over me again as I expected. His hard dick bobs up and down as he moves closer towards me, and then takes one of my hands in his. I don’t resist as he pulls my hand to rest my palm on his cock, so that I can feel it for myself. It’s warm - no, burning hot -and curiously soft at the same time as being so hard it feels like a rock, alive and pulsing with his heartbeat. I experimentally squeeze and then rub my hand up and down it, earning a gasp of pleasure as Fernando throws his head back.
Even though he wants to be kind to me, to take it slow, I can see that he’s having a hard time resisting. When I give another squeeze, he growls low in his throat and then practically jumps onto the bed above me, covering my body with his own as he kisses first my lips and then my neck, nuzzling down lower across my shoulder towards my breasts. A trail of something wet moves across my thigh as he repositions himself, kissing and licking my nipples one by one as his hands travel down to my entrance.
He already knows how to please me there, how to make me gasp and moan until I can’t control myself. He slowly works a finger inside me, making me writhe up against him. If just his finger feels so good, I can barely imagine how good that big dick of his is going to feel. That's if he can actually fit inside me, after all.
I want to tell him to carry on, to continue, to put that thing of his where I really want it. But I can't even get out the breath. Every time I do open my mouth, I find his lips covering mine, and every touch of his fingers only drives me more and more wild. The pleasure is building inside me again just like it did before, and I think that if he carries on doing this, I will find my release before he even enters me. I suppose it wouldn’t be too bad of a thing, but I want to experience everything with him. I want the real thing.
Just when I’m starting to feel desperate, Fernando must sense how ready and eager I’m, because he moves his body to a more precise position over mine. His knees on either side of my legs, his arms above my face, supporting him. His face is aligned with mine as he continues to kiss me, then pulls back just slightly to line up something else. He rubs his head over my entrance, backward and forward until I can feel how wet I am, and it only serves to drive me one more wild.
He looks up at me as if to ask. But does he really need to? Am I not making myself utterly clear in what I want?
“Please,” I tell him, panting for breath, just about ready to take matters into my own hands if he doesn’t take me right now.
And then he gives me what I want – and my eyes stretch wide as his head pushes against my entrance, seeming to fill me to an impossible level, leaving me no room to breathe.
As the feeling begins to subside, I realize that he hasn’t moved at all. He’s simply watching and waiting, making sure that I can handle what he is giving me. As I look up at him, meeting his eyes, about to tell him that it's alright, he reads what I mean and pushes in just a little bit further. Once again I’m stretched so wide I can barely believe it, and I know I was right in wondering whether he can really fit inside me. There's a pain at first, a tightness that is hard to describe, but the more he stays inside me, the more the pain diminishes until it seems as though the pleasurable feeling that comes along with it will overtake the pain entirely.