Page 22 of Stone’s Cage

My sex is soft and wet, warm, and I want him in me, to feel me. I've felt this before with men, but not like this. Not this fast. I've never wanted anyone like this before. I'm not even sure I'm breathing.

My nipples harden under my shirt. He notices too.

"Lie down," he says. "Lie down right here. But first, are you really a virgin? This is kinda a big deal."

I lay down on my back, trying to be light, but inside, I'm quivering. "I hate that term. It makes it sound like I'm some sort of olive oil."

He smiles "You're no Olive Oyl. Believe me. She was a cartoon white woman with legs that were too long. And weird hair."

Now I'm the one laughing. And shivering. I want him to touch me. My thighs quiver.

"Here," he says, and lifts the comforter to the floor. It settles and he pulls down the two pillows. I slide off the sofa and kneel, raising my arms so he can take off my shirt and it slides past my breasts and over my head. I can't stop shivering. I lay down quickly and lift my hips so he can help me wriggle out of the sweat pants. Bunching up one of the pillows, he places it under my head, and I watch his face, just inches from my own while he arranges blankets over us. I am so aware that I am completely naked, next to him. Then, finally, there's electrifying eye contact and he leans down, my lower lip trembles and he kisses me, deeply, a hand stroking first my face and then the back of my head and my sex floods while I reach up to cup his face.

"Why are you shaking? Are you scared?"

"Oh God no. I'm sorry," I say and wish my legs would stop trembling.

"Don’t apologize," he says and kisses me again and my hand lays small and warm on his shoulder. My nipples ache, they're so hard. Sliding a hand down the length of my throat he begins to stroke my chest, lightly, a thumb teasing my nipples, and a moan escapes from my throat. I arch back, offering myself to him, and my legs involuntarily spread apart.

"Lily," he says, and lifts each arm, placing them above my head. I'm fully stretched out, and my clit begins a sweet pulsing between my legs. I twist my hips, trying for some kind of release.

Moving under the blanket, there's the rush of denim as his pants come off and then I feel his thigh press against mine and the stiff throb of his penis as it lays against me. Then he's on top of me, my left breast in his mouth, his tongue slowly finding the dark oval with the bud in the center.

He raises his head. "I'm going to let you feel this first, okay?"

Feel? Feel? What more could I feel? Jesus. My mind is in some other place. I gasp as the hard, stiff shaft of his penis rubs against my labia, again gently parting those lips and my sex is so wet I want to cover him with it. His stare is locked on my face as he lowers himself onto me, his pelvis against mine and then he bends his arms, lowering himself on top me, but barely touching, chest to chest. His chest hair, swirling, brushes against my nipples which sets them even higher. Again, I tremble and moan, arch and try to speak.

"Please," I say, and he starts to move off me. "No. No. I want you to do this. Do it," I say, my voice sounding like a strangled whisper.

"Are you sure?" he asks one more time.

I arch my head back and try to take him in with my hips, but I don’t know what I'm doing. All I know, all I care about is the singular fact I want him in me. "Yes. Now," I plead.

He leans in for another kiss but then, the moment our lips part, he's off of me and I'm aching for him, confused, when I hear the tinseled tear of paper. I'm panting so hard, I don't hear him put the condom on, and then he's back.

"Thank you," I say, but what I want to say is "Fuck me."

That small moment away while he put on the condom leaves my body in an explosive state and when he mounts me for the second time, I grab him, hard, pulling him down on top of me. But he does me one better. He grips both my wrists in one massive hand and takes the other hand and gently slides it down my ribs across my stomach to my crotch and gently spreads me open, while my heart slams up hard under my ribs. My breath comes fast and as shallow as his. I can see his face, so focused, so in tune, so determined to have me, and I cry out just as he begins to enter and he starts to pull out.

"No," I say through gritted teeth and thrust hard under him and he plunges into me, stretching me wide, filling me up, and the sudden, complete overwhelming feeling of him in me makes me gasp. He lets go of my wrists, and supports his weight with his arms. Leaning down, those blue eyes are just as penetrating.

"Am I hurting you?" he whispers.

Taking his head in my hands I look right into those burning blues. "No, no. Please, just keep doing this." I let go, my arms suddenly boneless. "Oh my God."

Using his arms for support, he grinds down with his hips and I cry out again, my back arches and I have no control over my own body.

Stone is in me, outside of me, his hands are everywhere and when he lifts his hips again, I scoot lower, grab his ass, running a finger down from his back to his testicles.

He shudders with this move. There's something about a man this massive being undone by something I've done, that makes me wetter.

"Is that good?"

"God yes," he says, and I do it again, this time, taking a fingernail and running it around his testicles which are high and tight.

"Oh fuuuuck," he says into my neck, taking my hand away and holding it again in one of his. "That's enough of that for right now." He pants as he says this, and I suddenly know why. He wants me to come first.

I lift my hips again, and he braces, so I'm sliding him into me then I grip him internally and pull down. Throwing his head back, I see sweat on his chest and his abs are tight, symmetrical and then he presses down on my stomach and then begins, pinning my arms, up and back, hoisting me further up the pillow so my breasts are right at mouth level and he starts grinding, in a slow circular movement, arching his ass and stretching me even further, curving into my sex so that a climax begins deep, deep inside me like a lost memory.