Page 11 of Willa

David groans. “Please, please tell me you’re thinking about me sliding inside you without one.”

I open my mouth, but then close it.

“Someday I hope you’ll let me,” he whispers as he presses the head of his sheathed cock against my clit.

I’m keen because I’m so sensitive and yet it feels so good. But then he backs off and even though I just had an epic orgasm, I feel bereft. My hips lift to chase the tip of his cock and the pleasure it can give.

“No secrets, Willa. What about the rubbers?”

“What if I said I don’t want to use them?”

His cock jolts against my pubic bone as he groans. “Just when I think I’ve given in to temptation, you tempt me even more. I’ve never had sex without protection.”

“Neither have I.”

He gives me an intense look. “Willa, are you sure? Because once I’m inside you bare, you’re mine.”

“I’m already yours. I’ve always been yours.”

“Fuck,” he snarls as he pulls away only long enough to tear off the condom. Then he’s back between my thighs, rubbing against me.

This time, it’s better. I can feel the silky heat of his bare skin as he glides against me, back and forth. He rocks over me. His tip brushes my clit with each pass, nearly making my eyes cross.

If David’s goal is to make me come again like he said, I’m already halfway there. Before long, I’m panting. So is David.

“Please,” I beg. I want more, need more.

This time, when his hips rock back, his tip slides all the way down the seam of me. When he thrusts forward, my breath hitches as he spreads me open. It’s different and so much better than anything I’ve ever felt. I don’t know if it’s because he’s bigger than anyone I’ve ever been with, or because there’s no layer of latex between us, or if it’s simply because it’s David. All I know is that I can’t get enough.

When he bottoms out, he stills. I look up to find his eyes closed and his jaw tight.

“Fuck,” he whispers. “You feel so fucking good.”

Yeah.

He drags himself back, only to slide forward and hold deep inside me once again. His pace is so slow at first. He stretches me wide enough that every push and pull causes more friction inside me than I’ve ever felt before.

David plants his elbows on the mattress on either side of my head. He smooths my hair back from my face.

“I knew sex would be better if I could look down into your green eyes,” he says.

Then he swivels his hips in a way that pushes all the air from my lungs. His eyes roll back and his eyelids flutter. He whispers my name before leaning down to kiss me. The sexy tongue play pushes me closer to the edge.

When I suck on his tongue, his pace increases. When my fingers clutch the cheeks of his ass, begging for more, his thrusts become erratic. I tighten my inner muscles, making him groan.

“Willa,” he groans. “I’m close.”

“Yes.”

He reaches between us and presses his thumb to my clit. And like it’s some sort of orgasm button, I detonate, coming again and this time harder.

“Holy shit,” he shouts as he thrusts in to the hilt and grinds against me in little circles. Each circle of his hips makes my abdominal muscles spasm with another aftershock. When he collapses on top of me, I welcome the warm weight of him.