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“Oh…no…Eduardo…I was just about to…”
“I know.” He sat back on his knees and quickly rolled on a condom. With his erection sheathed, he added another finger to my pussy and smoothed over my G-spot.
But without the stimulation on my clit, I couldn’t come.
I groaned, arched my spine and pressed my head into the pillow. How could something feel so good yet also feel like torture? Warmth radiated throughout my body; my skin was supersensitive. I grasped both of my breasts and tweaked my nipples.
Eduardo stared down at me. His lips glistened, and his eyes were keen, as though he was committing every moment to memory. With his free hand he held his cock as if holding a wild beast.
“Mmm.” I moaned. “Fuck me now.”
“You want me to fuck you?”
“Yes, please…now.”
“You think this pussy is ready for my big dick?”
“Yes…oh yes…”
He smiled, just with one side of his mouth, and flicked his thumb over my clit at the same time as working me internally.
“Ah…oh…” I stretched my legs wider. “Just there. Like that.”
“Don’t come,” he said, “not until I’m inside you.”
“So get…inside me.”
“Soon.”
I was quivering with the effort of not coming. The man was wicked with his fingers.
“Je suis un homme chanceux,” he murmured. “Fuck.”
I bit on my bottom lip. My handsome hockey player was totally lost to the moment, and I was lost to him.
“Now.” He suddenly withdrew from my pussy and loomed up and over me. “Oh, I have waited and dreamed of this.”
I hooked my legs behind his and cupped his face.
His mouth hit down on mine as his cock penetrated me.
For a moment I held my breath; he was big and solid and long, too. When he kept on going, I wondered when he’d end. It was like he was taking over my body, claiming me utterly.
I loved it.
“Ah, so tight around my cock,” he said and stared down at me. “Tell me, I am not hurting you?”
“No, no, you’re not.” I stared up into his eyes. “Oh, yes, like that.”
He’d filled me completely and settled his groin over my clit.
“Fuck me like that.”
He gave an elegant roll of his hips which stimulated my clit deliciously.
“Oh…more…like that,” I begged.
His kisses were deep and thorough. I found myself in an intoxicated, heady state. My body was being adored in a way that left me confident the orgasm was a certainty so I could enjoy the buildup.
