Long Ball(27)

“The first time we made love, it was dark and in the back of my truck. I could barely see you even though I felt all of you. I want you to see all of me. I want to see all of you. I want to touch all of you.”

She turns wicked. “You just want me to see your cock.”

That dirty word out of that perfect mouth makes my already aching cock leap. “That may have something to do with it.”

Megan scoots up the bed and turns on a small lap, throwing soft light around the room. She settles into the pillows and looks sultry. “Strip for me.”

I obey, because I love to be told what to do almost as much as I love issuing the commands. First comes my belt, tossed into a corner. Next, my shoes. I take my time unbuttoning my pants, gently thrusting out my hips so she can see the outline of my erection. She licks her lips when I run my hands over it.

To be funny, I throw my pants at her and hump her dresser. She laughs but it’s overdone, and I see her large eyes train to my waist. Instead of giving her what she wants, I take off my shirt and undershirt, and then my socks. I’m standing in nothing but my boxers, running my hands down my hard-earned abs.

“Is this sufficient?” I tease.

Megan bites her lip and shakes her head. I thumb my waistband and arch an eyebrow at her. She nods hungrily. So, I turn around and slip them off, letting her see my ass first.

“Tease,” she murmurs.

For some reason, I’m nervous. What if she doesn’t like what she sees? I know I’m sizable, something girls have long gushed over, but what if it isn’t good enough for her? What if I’m not good enough for her?

I cast a glance at her over my shoulder, and she’s begun rubbing her hands over her beautiful, clothed breasts, like she can’t wait for me to touch her. Like she’s so twisted in wanting me she can barely contain herself.

Like she wants me as much as I want her.

“Does this mean you’ll strip for me?” I ask, giving my cock a few strokes to make it look more impressive, not that, at this point, it really needs it.

“Um.” She’s suddenly shy.

“Will you let me undress you?”

Her hands still, and she takes a deep breath before finally saying, “If you are gentle.”

I turn around, proudly showing off my massive erection. Her jaw drops, her eyes widen, and she gasps. “I’ll be as gentle as I can.”

Is that drool I see in the corner of her mouth? God, I hope so.

She very softly whispers, “Can I touch you?”

“As much as you want.”

She crawls over to me, looking incredibly sexy, and hesitates before laying both hands on my chest. It’s like we’re both holding our breaths, willing to take the dive into this together, but worried at what may come out on the other side.

Except I know what’s waiting—happiness. And several body rockin’ orgasms. If I’m really good, she won’t be able to walk properly for a few days. Goals.

She runs her soft hands down my chest, across my abs, achingly slow. She watches their movement carefully, lips pursed. I stand completely still, even though all I want to do is tie my hands in her hair and f*ck her until next week.

Slow. Soft. Baby steps.

Her hands finally find my cock and I can’t hold in the gasp of delight. The last person to grab me like this was Shelbie, and I couldn’t go through with it. Before that, I’d tried my hand at abstinence, so it has been a while since feminine hands touched me so intimately. I wish she could do this forever. She’s gentle but firm, and she begins to jack me off slowly, like she’s getting a feel for how I work.

“You feel amazing,” I whisper.

“You’re bigger than I remember,” she whispers back. We laugh and she drops her hands and looks back up at me. “Touch me.”

I grab her and press her to my nakedness, kissing her soft but with a ferocity I can’t contain. I pull her shirt over her head and yank down her skirt until she’s wearing nothing but a lacy bra and mismatched panties. I can smell her intoxicating sex.

I wish I could say I am gentle in removing her clothing, but I’m not. I peel off her bra and stare for a few moments at her mesmerizing breasts, thumbing her nipples and enjoying the feel of her skin on mine, but then I lay her down, rip off her panties, and spread her legs wide, surveying her from above, my hand on my cock.

“You’re so f*cking beautiful,” I say huskily. “The most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen.”

And then I dive for her sweet *, taking her all in at once. Her legs wrap around my shoulders and hips rock against my chin.

“Play with your tits,” I order. The gorgeous girl does. I watch her across her smooth stomach and I lick and bite and nipple on her delicious sweetness. Her body writhes against me and her sweet moans fill the air.

I have to be inside her. I have to feel her * against my cock again, for the first time in too many years. I have to know what it’s like to be fully connected to Megan. I suck on her clit while I fumble for the condom I’d tossed on the bed.

Her body tenses under me, another orgasm brewing. I flip a finger into her opening and curl upward just as she unleashes as orgasm into my mouth, full of tantalizing cum and moans that promise to make me come entirely too soon.

She shudders under me, still gasping, and murmurs, “Oh my god.”

I run my finger across her sensitive clit and smile. That’s nothing. I slide the condom over my aching cock and lean over her to take her right breast in my mouth. I love it like I loved her *, occasionally moving to her other nipple, while I grab a fistful of her hair and pull. Megan is a mess beneath me, unable to do anything but moan in my ear.