“Stent...I can’t wait. Take off your clothes,” I cried out. Then I started patting the bed around me in frantic search of a condom. “Here. Choose one.” I handed him the first I could feel. “Hurry!”
Stenton’s head rose from my belly and the glower of confusion he wore couldn’t be missed. He contemplated for a minute before shuffling to his knees and dousing his shirt. Then he bent to rid himself of his basketball shorts and boxers. His swollen pelvis came into view, and underneath his bush of hairs, his long and thick erection sprung out like a miniature baseball bat. Its ridges were prominent. Its crest, wide and engorged, with a bead of liquid at the head. I swallowed hard, unprepared for this part.
How is he going to fit all of that into me?
“You cool, Zo?” The tortured squeak in his baritone caused my head to jerk up.
I bit my bottom lip and nodded my head casually, not wanting to ruin this. I was ready for him. When I observed the twitching of his appendage, I knew he was ready for me, too.
As he applied the condom, I watched absorbedly. My clitoris throbbed a rhythm and speed that echoed in my core. My eyes dipped back down below and I studied the ink that went into his pelvis, finally getting the full view of the collage. His thighs were surprisingly muscular unsheathed. They were columnar: strong and dense with wirehair sprouting indiscriminately. I’d never witnessed anything as male. His waist was narrow and when I angled my head just inches, I could see the curvy muscles in his glutes.
“Zo,” he almost whispered, voice still seemingly laden in despair. “You’re making that clicking sound with your throat again, baby.”
I felt my chest rising and falling. The sight of my pebbled nipples and his contracting erection in the same view, just centimeters away, nearly sent me adrift.
“Zoey, look at me,” his voice was now impatient, thick, and raw. My explorative eyes met his. “We don’t have to do this now. I don’t want you to think this is something you have to do to be in my world. I-I care about you…a lot.” He hesitated. “It’s not like that between us. You’re different—”
“I love you.” I didn’t recognize my own voice. I sounded desperate and overcome like a sex kitten. “I’ve never loved anything like I do you,” My voice flowed more sensual and brazen than my nerves were composed at the time. “I’m crazy about you and I want it all. I want this.” I observed the deep caving of his chest at my confession. “And I want it now.”
As Stent drew in a sharp intake of breath, his eyes grew. His long and wide chest nearly crashed into mine as his tongue hungrily flew into my mouth, ravishing me. I pulled him into me again by the back of his head and pushed my pelvis into him. When I felt the head of his thick erection rubbing against my slickened lips below, I knew there was no turning back. Instead of giving room to my escalating anxiety, I thrust into him. That’s when I felt the start of him, but it was like he hit a wall. My back bowed over the bed and head pushed into the mattress. My bottom lip remained in between Stent’s teeth. My breathing accelerated and I was panting, feeling dew sprout from my body. I saw his eyebrows knit together.
“Go!” I urged, not wanting him to think I was backing out. Or that he should.
He raised his hips and gently circled them; I assumed trying to gain deeper entry. It wasn’t working. No! I felt the tears rimming my lids. I had to do something and quick, too many factors working against my mission. I threw my arms around his neck and kissed him hard. Then I wrapped my legs around his waist and lifted my pelvis into him. Stenton grunted and plunged into me again, not making much progress. Fire shot through my belly and my legs trembled around him. His head flew up from my mouth.
He knew.
“Zoey!” he barked.
“Shhh! No…no…no! It’s okay,” I panted trying to soothe his abrupt alarm.
He rested on his elbows, plank style above me. His labored breath, hitting my face at a rapid rate.
“Why didn’t you tell me?” he implored.