“Josh, no.” I try to move up the bed to escape. It’s too much, I’m way too sensitive. He grabs my legs and pulls me back down the bed. He parts my legs with force and once again his tongue is on me. I shudder. Holy fuck. Any chance I had of escaping is out the window and I know he has crossed the line and is running on pure instinct, race to orgasm. I lie back and try to calm myself. He runs his teeth over my clitoris and I jump again.
“Sshh, presh, let me have my way. I don’t want to hurt you later, and I need you soft and open from orgasm. I’m, well, not small and you’re too tight and I’m way too turned on to be gentle.” He reaches up and grabs my hand again, my other hand rubs over his head and shoulders. He’s right. I need to lie back and relax. I try to calm my breathing. Within seconds my hips are swaying again and he adds a finger, then another, as he twists his hand on entry, his dilated eyes boring into me. He slowly fucks me with his strong fingers and I fall apart just watching him, he’s so turned on, so frigging hot. He adds a third finger and I wince.
“Baby,” I whisper as my spine involuntarily lurches me off the bed. “Josh, I need to…” I whimper again. “Oh god…Josh please,” I beg, as I run my both hands over his head.
“Natasha, I have you for one night, don’t fucking rush me.” I nod once again, unable to speak, his fingers now working me with such force the bed is rocking. It feels so good. I’ve needed this for so long, needed him to do this to me. I can’t wait to take him inside me. He bites my clitoris and I moan and he sits up to watch me. I can see the muscles in his arm and shoulder flex as he rides me hard with his hand, the veins in his forearm pumping with blood. A thick sheen of perspiration covers his body. He smiles a sly smile at me as his thumb swipes over my clitoris and with three more pumps of his finger he mouths the words, “Come for me.” I explode into a violent shudder as I scream and spiral into the most intense orgasm I’ve ever had. Before I even move he’s on me and with one hard lunge he’s in to the hilt. Oh fuck, he’s big.
“I had to go fast, baby, so I didn’t hurt you,” he whispers. I nod, trying to catch my breath. He stays deep and still, allowing me to adjust to the overwhelming sensation that has my heartbeat sounding in my ears. His breathing is heavy, his eyes closed, as he rests his forehead onto mine, trying to calm himself. Holy fuck, I am so out of my depth here. This isn’t sex. This is a life – changing event. He opens his eyes and I see a depth of arousal I have never seen before in any man, in life or porn, and it’s somewhat unsettling. This is going to hurt.
“I’m going to move now, presh. Are you ok?” I nod and he circles his hips as if trying to stretch me. God I can’t stretch anymore. I’ve reached my physical limits. He slowly pulls out, his eyes shutting as he does and gently pushes back in. Ok that felt good, no pain. I will myself to relax. He pushes forward again and circles his hips, repeating the addictive movement of before. I grab his behind, my lust taking over, and the next time he pulls out I pull him back into me.
“Again,” I whisper. “Faster.” He bites my neck painfully and slams back into me, his physical limits reached, and he starts to move against me so hard the bed sounds like it’s going to break when it hits the wall. I groan as I run my hands over his perspiration–covered muscly body. His kisses turn aggressive and I am so overwhelmed at what this man is doing to me I can’t even kiss him back. I lie there with my mouth open, groaning into his mouth.
“Fucking hell, Natasha, you fuck me so good.” I moan a deep sound that I don’t even recognise as he slams repeatedly into me. I can feel it coming. Shit, it might kill me. One, two, three hard lunges and, that’s it, I scream out again, the sound bouncing off my bedroom walls as I orgasm hard, my body contracting around his.
“Fuck, yes,” he yells as he slams into me, his grip on my behind so hard I think I might bruise. He groans as I feel his hot seed seep into the marrow of my bones, taking with it any reservation I ever had about him. We are both breathless and panting as he drops his head to my shoulder in silence. Tears fill my eyes again as I am overcome with emotion.
“Fucking hell, Natasha, what was that?” he pants. I’m too breathless to answer. I giggle and he pulls me into an embrace and kisses me again. A slow beautiful heartfelt kiss, one that is tenderly equal with the sex we just had. I don’t remember anything more, fatigue setting in. But as I drift into an exhausted sleep it is the words he whispered to me that replay in my head. I only have one night with you, I only have one night with you, I only have one night with you. No, I’m sorry Josh, I can’t let that happen. I’m keeping you this time.