Page 66 of Steamy on Set

Looking over my shoulder, I smile at him, inviting him to come near.

“This way?”

Excitement is evident in the way he looks down on me. I nod, wiggling my butt again, leaning forward to angle it up more. I watch him slide in between my legs, positioning himself right at my entrance. His hands come down on to my hips, gripping onto the fluffy sides.

“Are you ready?”

I push back against him in reply.

Holding me steady, he begins to push just the tip in. I feel him stretch me beyond anything I have ever experienced before. I shift at the uncomfortableness of him filling me up, as he presses in the rest. When I feel his balls ease against my folds, I know that I am full of him.

He takes his time slowly pulling out, before shoving back into me. Pleasure starts to override discomfort as he begins a slow rhythm. Despite the sweet sensation easing through me, my mind can’t help but think about how crazy this all is. The desire I have felt for him since day one seemed pointless. I thought there was no chance in hell we would end up having sex. Beyond the fact that we didn’t like each other, I never saw myself coming to this place.

Yet here I am. Back arching into him, my body swaying to meet his every move. I have surpassed want and hurtled straight into need when it comes to the idea of his body and mine. So much so, the idea that this could have never happened has me regretting every negative experience we ever had. None of it matters now. As he slowly begins to pick up speed, my mind clears, and all I can focus on is this.

My throat vibrates with the moans I let out. Hearing how much I’m enjoying myself, he pounds into me, ruthlessly fucking me. One hand comes up to the back of my neck, helping him brace himself to really let go. The other finds my clit, rubbing it with a slight pressure that has me whimpering.

I rock my hips back, wanting more, needing him to go even harder. He obliges, thrusting full force into my aching hole. The friction between our bodies acts as a match, setting us on fire. Heat surrounds us as we fuck like it is both the first and last time.

I have never wanted anything more than I want for this to never end. My heart beats in pace with his thrusts, my whole body tuning into his. We move as one, meeting each other force for force.

I imagine a life where we do this every day, and screams of joy erupt from me at the thought. He pulls all the way out, holding just the tip in, before he slams back down. The sensation of him hitting every spot inside of me while simultaneously working my clit is too much to handle. With a cry, I arch my back, ecstasy flooding my system. From my toes to my rolling eyes, my body vibrates as the orgasm rocks me from my core.

“Oh god!” I scream before relief overtakes me, forcing my eyes close in surrender to the feeling.

He is still going. Slower now, as he pumps into me with more tenderness. Every movement is over the top with how sensitive I am now. Still, I roll my hips and throw it back, meeting eachof his presses. When the craving begins to build again, he moans my name, holding himself deep in me. I can feel his dick pump out the cum as he’s pushed over the edge.

He pulls out slowly, and my pussy flexes at the now empty feeling. I collapse onto the bed, a heap of satisfied exhaustion. I feel the bed shift when he gets up and goes to dispose of the condom. Coming back, he scoops me into his arms, pressing my back against his chest. Our breathing evens out and falls into harmony. The air is filled with a serene sense of gratification.

Having imagined what this would feel like, every dream is bleak in comparison to this colorful reality. He has taken me to new heights that make me feel like I’m floating. Now coming down, all I want is to do it again. He kisses my shoulder, and I lean back, resting my head against him. Somehow being held feels just as good as what we did. Feeling at home in his arms in a way I never thought would be possible with another man, I can’t help but melt.

I press back harder, needing more of that feeling to sink into the part of me that is still broken. His arm holding my stomach squeezes me as if he knows this.

“That was incredible,” he says.

Turning so I can look at him, I shift in his arms until we are face to face. All I see reflected there is warmth and joy. He is still riding the high of his release. As I look at him, I feel fulfilled and worried. Would I survive losing this man? This dynamic, intricate and now good-in-bed man. Someone able to handle my over the top nature and stay. He is glorious, and I’m enamored, and all this could end without ever really getting started. Will I be able to handle that?

“You’re quiet.” He cups my cheek.

With my thoughts interrupted, I come back to the moment and let myself luxuriate in it for now.

“I was just thinking about how I rocked your world.” I snuggle down more into his hold. He quirks an eyebrow while pulling back to get a better look.

“Oh really? Here I was thinking it was more of a mutual experience.”

The corner of my mouth lifts up as I shake my head.

“Nah, you definitely got the better end of the deal.” I wait to see if worry will cloud his eyes, but lust takes form first, making them smoky with desire.

“I guess we will have to do it again, so I can prove you wrong.” He nuzzles into my neck.

Still wet from what we just did, even more liquid seeps between my legs at the comment.

“Many times just to be sure.” I conclude for the both of us.

The pressure of his mouth landing on mine sweeps into my heart, making it race. As he pulls back, I protest a little by moving my mouth up towards him.

“We need food first.”

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