Page 77 of First in Line

I keep licking, holding on to her thigh over my shoulder so she can’t escape, drawing out her climax for lengthy seconds. I don’t even stop when she looks down at me with teary eyes, overwhelmed by how good everything feels.

The only thing that convinces me to stop are the painful pulses of my cock. I’m about to come in my pants, like I sometimes did when we were teenagers. I’m too fucking old for that. It’d be so fucking embarrassing.

So, I rip myself away from her addictive taste and crawl back up. Holding on to a step on each side of her, I give her a long, deep kiss, so we can share the remnants of her pleasure.

Her slim hands work on the opening of my pants as I hold myself over her, and when she slips one into my boxer briefs, I groan into her mouth. She fists my length, fingers barely able to circle me, and gives my cock a few tentative strokes.

Fuck, this feels amazing. Better than anything I’ve experienced in a long fucking time. But this is a bad idea. I can’t be coming in her hand like this. Not so soon.

I pry it away and push my pants lower on my hips, below my ass, enough to free myself completely.

“Fuck,” I mutter. “Condom. Do you have any?”

If she doesn’t, I’ll go fucking mad. She’s so stunning with her glistening eyes and pink cheekbones… “I—I just had my implant changed,” she says after a brief moment of intense pondering. “And I’m clean. Are you?”

“Yeah. I haven’t—I haven’t been with anyone in months, and the team gets tested regularly.”

“Oh … you haven’t …?”

“No. Not since you came back. And I haven’t fucked anyone raw since the day you left.”

The admission has her lifting herself to lock her lips with mine again. I lower into her to comply and align the swollen head of my dick with her dripping slit.

Although the temptation to plunge into her is great, I reel it in for just a little longer. Instead, I slide the fat tip up and down her pussy, covering it in her arousal. When I give her sensitive clit a couple of taps, she jolts with a helpless whimper.

Alright, that’s enough torture for both of us. I guide myself right at her entrance, but I don’t push in.

“Are you sure?” I ask, breathless.

“No. This is a terrible idea. But it’s not like we’ve never made bad decisions before.”

“Is that a yes?”

“Yes.”

I thrust at the same time as she lifts her hips, and half of me sinks into her warmth.

Fuck… She feels so good. Even better than I remembered. So snug, and warm, and soaked. She’s like silk around me, her walls stretched tight, her heat enthralling.

I thrust forward again, planting myself deeper into her, and her minty exhale fills the space between our faces. Another thrust, and I’m almost there, almost fully buried into her. Fuck, I almost have to fight my way into her, like the first time we ever did this.

“Why does it feel like I’m taking your virginity again?” I breathe out, only teasing.

“Because you’re huge,” she defends herself, looking down between us. “I feel like I’m being split in half.”

I pull myself up just a little, so we can both see my cock inside her and the way my girth stretches her open. I pull out until only my tip remains, my rigid length shiny with her slickness, and then slam back in.

“Jax…” she moans, half protest, half pleasure.

Three more tries, and I finally bottom out, my shaven base smacking onto her wet curls.

“Is this what you wanted, princess?”

She nods, swallowing. “I feel so full. I forgot how thick you are.”

“And I never forgot how tight you feel.”

Now that I can fit into her, I begin a precise, measured pace. I fuck her not too fast or too hard, just enough to help her climb to the next peak. My teeth are clenched hard, and my eyes are locked on hers. My ears feed on her moans and the little hiccups of pleasure when I angle myself in a certain way.