Page 104 of The Hookup Situation
He repositions himself between my legs, the head of his cock pressing against my entrance. Nick leans down, his lips brushing against mine.
“Nicolas Banks, fuck me,” I state, my hands clawing at his back.
He thrusts into me hard, burying himself to the hilt in one smooth stroke. I cry out, the fullness overwhelming. He pauses, letting me adjust, his breath warm against my skin.
“You’re tight.” He groans, his voice strained.
“You’re too big,” I muster. “I feel like you’re breaking me in two.”
“We’ll go slow. I’ll let you get used to me carving my path. It will never be like this with anyone else,” he tells me.
“I know,” I say, my eyes squeezing closed as he moves slowly.
He pulls almost all the way out before pushing back in. Each thrust hits me deep. I moan, my nails digging into his shoulders, as he picks up the pace.
“Harder,” I beg, my voice shaking. “Please, harder. It feels really good.”
He slams into me, not picking up the pace, just thrusting deeper. He stretches me wide, hitting me just right. The orgasm coils tighter, and my control is ready to snap. His fingers find my clit again, rubbing it as he pounds into me relentlessly.
“Oh, oh, Nick. Keep doing that,” I whimper, the build happening fast.
The sensation of him inside me with nothing between us is overwhelming. The sun warms our skin, and the apple-scented air surrounds us.
“You feel …” He can’t finish.
“I know.” I gasp, wrapping my legs tighter around him. “I can’t describe it either.”
What we’re doing is something else entirely. Every thrust, every kiss, every whispered word breaks down another wall between us. Everything ceases to exist outside of this.
“Look at me,” he says, and when I do, the expression on his face breaks something open in my chest.
“Nick,” I moan, getting close to seeing actual stars. “I’m so close.”
“Let go for me, sweetheart,” he whispers.
“I want you to come with me,” I breathlessly say.
I can feel the pressure building until it’s unbearable.
He doesn’t stop, his thrusts becoming erratic, his breathing ragged.
“I will,” he promises, slamming into me one last time before he stills, his cock pulsing inside me as he fills me full.
My body tenses, my cunt clamping down around him, and then it happens. I scream as my orgasm hits me, waves of pleasure crashing over me as I squirt all over his cock, soaking the blanket beneath us. It’s intense, like nothing I’ve ever experienced, and I don’t recognize the sound coming out of me.
We’re a tangled mess of sweat and satisfaction. We stay joined, breathing hard, foreheads pressed together. I can feel him still pulsing inside me, along with the warmth of what we just shared.
“That was …” I can’t find words.
“Everything,” he finishes.
I can still feel him between my thighs and know where he’s been, will be evident later. But right now, the world feels different, like that one experience changed it all.
“We just …” I trail off.
“I know,” he whispers.
His cock slips out of me, and I can feel him dripping down my thighs. He kisses me, his hands roaming over my body before he helps clean me with some paper towels from the picnic basket.
