I muttered, “He doesn’t bite. We’ll work around it,” to break her daze.
She didn’t crack the smile I was going for. Instead, she moved the pillows on the bed around to create a cushion then motioned for me to sit with my back on them. I did. Before climbing into bed, she unhooked her bra then reached into the nightstand drawer and pulled out a condom. As she unraveled the wrapper, I was afforded a view of the contour of her shape. Rayna was a brick house. She was thick, yet not sloppy. I’ve seen enough naked bodies to know she worked out. Her thighs were toned but not muscular. Her skin was soft yet not loose. Her abdominal muscles were present but not protruding. She was amazing. I was hurting. I needed to be inside of her.
She carefully glided the condom onto me. Her touch was so gentle as she positioned herself onto me cautiously. I heard her groan while she tried to guide me inside of her. As wet as she was, she still had to fit me in. I could tell her walls had been uninhabited for quite some time. Once most of me was inside and she began to ride me I relished in her warmth and softness. I had to keep my thoughts in perspective because I wasn’t about to ejaculate too soon. In fact, I’d thought to myself how it was a good thing that I was tipsy because I didn’t want to end this prematurely. But I’d be damned if she didn’t feel like heaven.
She started to speed up once I started grinding with her. I grabbed her breasts and went to massaging them. When I focused in on her pebbled nipples she reacted by moaning. That’s when I’d discovered her pleasure. I was so damn deep in her that I could feel her womb. Her tight thighs squeezed around me as if she couldn’t get close enough to me. As she wrapped her arms around my neck, I sucked her right nipple into my mouth and softly nibbled on it. She went crazy. The louder she got the faster I licked. She was so creamy below. I grabbed her ass and began to grip and massage it, pulling her onto me even more. Her walls gripped my strongman as she tightened around me. This is when it became obvious that she was having her second orgasm. Her mouth pried open as her body jerked uncontrollably. I kept a fastened grip on her hips to secure her in place as I pummeled into her. She was so fucking beautiful coming all over me.
Once Rayna was done, I pulled her face into mine, kissing her more passionately than I was accustomed to. With her it felt right. I wanted more of her, much more. I lifted her up and turned her over laying her flat on her back so that I was on top. She lifted her legs high into the air allowing me to go deeper. Her love was so damn good. I was enraptured. Her stamina was off the hook because she kept up with me, stroke after stroke. I wanted to take my time and enjoy her as I became acquainted with her body. And I did with each thrust, studying her expressions.
Her breathing became erratic and suddenly she pushed up telling me she wanted to switch back to her on top. She didn’t do it politely either. I yielded for a minute to keep her comfortable with me; it was our first time. As she was on top, suddenly it occurred to me what she was doing. She wanted total control and I didn’t like that. I had proven to her that I could deliver and felt like she should let me lead now. So, I flipped her little ass right back over. She tried to turn me back and I didn’t let her. I grinded. She pushed me. I grinded deeper. She pushed again but this time a gesture of pain came across her face. I halted my movements.
"You okay?”
“No, don’t stop! Don’t stop!” She heaved and thrust in a quickened pace.
Rayna gyrated into me like a mad woman while I resumed my plunges into her deeply. When I thought her orgasm was done, I stopped to give her a break but I stayed inside her. I looked at the clock. That was her third orgasm in thirty-five minutes.
Again, I asked, “Are you okay?”