I felt a stirring in my groin. It was something I couldn’t control, nor was it a sensation I could manage or delay. As the cyclic pleasure built, my hips began to buck wildly. Through my heavy eyes above my heaving chest and tautened coffee nipples, I could see Stenton position himself on his knees as if to prepare to catch something.
A deep, untamed and obscene cry rumbled from the back of my throat. What I intended to be Stenton ended up being a confused plea for something. I yelped from the rolls of unadulterated pleasure that whirled the trunk of my body, causing me to thrust my pelvis into his face as I pulled against the restraints and cried out in blissful insanity.
In the next beat, Stenton was on top of me, his tongue thrashing my mouth, familiarizing me with the taste and musk of my femininity.
Into my lips he murmured, “I can eat you all day. Hearing your cries makes me lose control. You make me crazy, Ni?a. So fucking amazing.” His words were almost incoherent.
Then I felt him breach my sex in a rapid movement. I grunted from the spark of pain that accompanied his fullness. The way Stenton’s big arms and hands cradled my shoulders and head made me feel a comfort that was converse to the pressure below. Unlike last night, Stenton’s plunges were delivered with increased urgency. He moved forcefully, filling me more with each thrust.
“Lift your hips, baby. I need you to feel me everywhere,” he spoke into my ear while plummeting into me.
I did feel him everywhere. There was no room left in me, but I followed his instruction. As I received his swift pushes, I felt flashes of pleasure with each one. But more than that, I felt an incredible vantage point to his essence. Like last night, I felt intimacy with Stenton that his legions of Angela-like admirers would never experience. Sure, he’d had countless partners, but I couldn’t imagine him exposing his rawness to all of them. In an instant, I was addicted to this connection to him. I relished in each droplet of his sweat that fell onto my trembling body. I enjoyed feeling his various hard body parts rolling over me, in me, and gripping me. He was using every inch of his taut frame he could to work my frame.
“I can’t hold out anymore, baby!” Stenton groaned severely into my neck.
There was that cry again. I still didn’t totally understand what it meant, but I knew the end result. I couldn’t wrap my arms around him, so instead I increased my hips thrusts to meet his. As he bucked feverishly into me, I intersected with a sensation growing from my core that was so powerful it scared me. I held my breath to avoid it and as soon as it abated, Stenton grunted in my ear stirring it again. My body tensed as I tried to run from it again. In that moment, I’d experienced the most incredible duality of pleasure-confusion and fear. As Stenton suspended his movements on top of me indicating his release, I told myself if I ever met that sensation again I wouldn’t run from it; I’d collide with it.
In my rumination, I didn’t know when Stenton’s eyes appeared on me. I felt how large mine were as I laid there processing all that had just happened.
“I felt you clenching me. Did you come?” his voice was throaty.
“I don’t think so.” My eyes fluttered at the embarrassment of the topic. “I don’t know.”
He applied chaste kisses from my jaw, down onto my neck. “No need to feel shame about it. We’ll get you there soon.”
I was still panting when I whispered, “Okay.”
Stenton kissed me passionately again and for so long when he pulled away, he jumped off of me completely.
“Fuck, Zo!” He went for the restraint on my left wrist to release me. “I keep forgetting you’re a newbie. I have to take care of you.”