Page 41 of The Dare
Needing to feel more of this, making sure it’s real and not just a dream.
I did want this to be special. More special than cramped up in a train sleeper, but I don’t get the impression Natasha minds one bit as her hands search for my swollen arousal.
Gasping and then purring once she grips me with both her hands, slowly she starts to pump me from behind herself as she straddles me.
I can feel the heat of her sex against my abs, and swallowing hard I want to ask how she got the rest of her clothes off so quickly but I can only rasp out a groan as I feel my cock start to twitch already.
Natasha’s focused breathing collapses into a rough pant in seconds as her own desire, frustration, and awe of the situation wash over her.
In no time we’re both writhing against each other like beasts. My large hands almost look small compared to her heavy breasts, fingering her pebbled nipples until she lets out a low moan that sees her head tilting back.
Her rear end edging closer to my cock makes me groan loudly, swallowing hard again as I try to regain the function of speech.
“I want you so bad,” I manage to get out, my whole body tense with a spasm as she lifts herself over my cock, brushing the tip with her heat.
Her hands have come around to my front, resting on my chest as she tries to lift herself higher.
I use a hand to try and guide my swollen rod towards her pussy, but she can’t get high enough.
“You’re so big.” She shudders, and her teeth start to chatter as her body trembles.
Having a hard time keeping herself upright, I take charge.
It’s a tiny space, but I manage to flip her onto her back, making her gasp then purr. One of her legs bending at the knee before I take it over my shoulder.
I can use my body better from this position, and holding my thickness out in front of me, over her, I can see she’d need a fucking ladder to straddle me from above.
Her whole body keeps quivering, but she’s not cold. Her skin is like mine. Hot to the touch with an almost feverish sheen of sweat from our efforts so far.
The sheets and blanket fall away, useless now as our naked bodies melt into one as she reaches for my cock again.
“If you’re sure,” I tell her, feeling her hands grip me tighter, her legs opening wider.
She smiles before losing herself in another gasp, the tip of my heat stroking her quivering hole just a little, sending shockwaves of pleasure through both of us.
I’ve never been so hard. Never felt so much for another person, and never needed to be inside someone as much as I need to right now.
“I’ll go slowly,” I assure her, clenching my jaw as I feel her hot little pussy, so wet against my cock before it slowly starts to yield to the laws of nature.
She sucks in a breath, lifting herself a little higher, then uses her hands to grip my arms first, and then my shoulders as we both exclaim loudly once I feel the plum sized head of my aching cock enter her for the first time.
I hear myself swearing, and her voice echoing mine. We both laugh but it quickly turns into a groan.
We’re both naked, raw, and fusing together in a way I would never have thought possible if someone else tried to explain it.
“Don’t stop,” Natasha breathes, echoing my thoughts as I feel her tightness clench around me. The heat and wetness from her arousal mixes with the equally hot precome I can feel running freely from my cock.
Even though it’s dark, I can see her eyes and face clearly, looking up into mine. Her lips pucker and I can see her cheeks darkening as she wills herself to take more of me inside her.
“I want you, Michael,” she murmurs.
“Want… You… To…Fuck… Me…” she moans, trailing off as her body jerks when I thrust a little deeper.
Her eyes narrow, as her hands roam here and then there. But one thing stays constant, I’m edging into her. Inching closer to finally claiming her properly.
“I’ll put a baby in you if it’s the last thing I do,” I grunt, and it’s not a warning. She only grips me tighter at my words.
“Yes… A million babies… Oh, Michael…” she gasps louder, and I catch a tear in the moonlight at the corner of her eye.
