Left Drowning(61)

I pull down his pants and briefs all the way and stand back up while he steps out of them. Chris wraps his arms around me and draws me in. Our kissing is heated and rushed now, our roaming hands not able to get enough of each other. He barely gets me out of my leggings and underwear before he lifts me up, and I wrap my legs around his waist. He walks us a matter of feet away, and I swipe the box of condoms that I’d conveniently tossed on the bed after my failed masturbation attempt.

“Thank God,” Chris says as he takes the box from me and then sets me on top of the dresser.

He puts his hands over my breasts—just roughly enough that I can feel how much he wants me—and I lean back on my hands. He looks f*cking amazing right now, still half dressed in his navy T-shirt and pinching my nipples through my tank. I have to shut my eyes for a second when he runs the shaft of his cock up and down between my legs.

Yeah, we’re not going to need the lube from the vanity. I’m definitely wet.

I can’t take it anymore. I feel like I’ve been waiting an eternity for this. “You have to f*ck me,” I pant. “You have to. I have to feel you inside me.”

Chris kisses me again, then says, “And I have to be inside you.”

The sound of the foil tearing turns out to be incredibly hot because it means that I’m about to get what I want. And watching him put on the condom and prepare to f*ck me is even hotter.

He pulls me to the edge of the dresser, and I have the brief thought that this dresser was clearly designed for the two of us because he is perfectly positioned to enter me. His mouth is on my neck, kissing me hard, and his hands run up and down the outside of my thighs. Our pace is manic, we’re unable to slow down, and I don’t want to.

“Your body is f*cking perfect,” he whispers. “You are so beautiful.”

He steps closer, and I whimper as I feel him brush against me. “Chris, please.”

“This is what you want?” he asks while he kneads his hands into my back. “I want you to be sure.”

I take his head in my hands and make him look at me. “I am.”

He gives me the hottest look I’ve ever seen in my life. “God, I want you so much.”

“Show me,” I pant as I wrap my legs around him.

We’re looking at each other as the head of his cock moves into me.

I’m so worked up and so frantic, but then he holds still. “Oh God, please don’t stop,” I beg.

He puts his hand on the side of my face. “Baby, breathe for me. I don’t want to hurt you at all.”

He’s right. I am inadvertently holding my breath, and my whole body is tight with eagerness. I nod and make the lower half of my body, at least, relax. I look at Chris and nod again. As I exhale, he eases a little farther inside me, and it’s all I can do not to lose my mind. He’s barely moving, and I can tell he’s concerned about being gentle. But I’m not. I lean back more and lift up my hips so that I take him in farther. There is some piece of me that’s aware this does hurt, but mostly all I feel is that I want more. When I put my foot on the dresser and lift up higher, Chris gasps and bites his lip as he moves deeper into me. We hold still just for a second and watch each other, both of us breathing hard and trying to control ourselves. But then I tell him, “More. I want more.”

He smiles and leans into me. “You’re all right?”

I lower and lift up again as my answer.

“Whatever you want, baby.” When he puts an arm around my lower back, pulling me close and pushing himself deep inside me, I groan so loudly that I’m pretty sure I’ve caused him hearing loss. I love the feel of his hand on my back, the way he’s supporting my body as he moves out and then enters me again.

“Jesus, you are so hot,” he breathes.

I move my hands to his hips and lift my mouth to his. It’s so hard to speak now, but I tell him, “Then f*ck me harder.” After having lived so long without the desire for touch, for sensation of any kind really, I’m finally compensating. I want to feel him as completely as possible. I kiss him once and pull on his waist to press myself against him so that he is all the way inside me.

Chris starts to slide in and out a little faster, staying deep when he goes in and then pulling out almost entirely. Each time he enters me sets off another wave of my hunger for him. I feel absolutely out of control, but for once it’s in the best way possible because it’s the most natural sense of exhilaration I’ve ever had.

Just when I am really starting to feel sore, he slows and changes the tone of our lovemaking. He embraces me tightly, and we kiss until we are drowning in each other and cannot breathe. Chris keeps me close but starts to rock his hips just a bit, grinding into me, staying deep and showing me an entirely different experience. The way his cock is moving inside me … Oh God, this could be addictive. We move rhythmically and intensely, glued to each other. Then I understand something: this is why they say that people become one.

He’s breathing hard into my ear, and by the rasp in his voice as he says my name, I know that it’s my turn to get to listen to him come. He drops one hand from my back to steady himself on the dresser as he moves faster and harder, building to his orgasm. His grip on my back gets stronger, and he pulls me as close to him as possible. I am transfixed by the way he starts to groan and slow down, thrusting involuntarily as shudders overtake him.