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Without breaking his stride, he switched, giving my other nipple the same attention, sliding one hand down between my legs and cupping me. I was so wet, my juice running through his fingers, and he stood up, grinning.
“You’re ready for me,” he said, a smile in his voice. He then stepped back and carefully slipped out of his clothes, adding them to the pile on the floor.
I couldn’t tear my eyes away from his huge cock. Now that it was free, it throbbed between us, his thick girth and long length impressive and a little overwhelming.
“Get on that bed, baby, and let me look at you,” he said, his voice deep and in control. I did what he asked.
Steven
I could barely control myself while I watched Michele, my Michele, slide back onto the bed. Her dark skin shone against my white sheets, making her even more beautiful. All of the curves that she had hidden under her clothing were now on display, making her even more tempting than ever before. She was absolutely perfect, and now she was mine.
“Spread your legs, Michele, and let me see you.” I had to see her before I had her.
She hesitated a moment, biting her lower lip, before she slowly spread her legs, her thick thighs opening just for me. God, she was beautiful. All of her folds and her small shiny clit were on display for me. I trailed one finger up her inner thigh, stopping before I met her, watching her tremble.
“Please don’t stop, Steven,” she whispered. Her hands were clutching the sheets, her knuckles tight, and she kept her eyes steadily on mine.
I didn’t want to hear her beg, but just hearing that she wanted me so badly was enough for me. I pressed myself up against her, my cock on her leg, her wet pussy on me, and I kissed her, sliding one hand down between us to stroke her clit.
She responded instantly, her body tightening and pressing against me. When her breathing changed and hitched, I knew that I had her for myself.
“You’ve never had someone do this, Michele?” I thought that I knew the answer, but I needed to hear it from her.
“No,” she managed, her body shaking against mine.
“Then you’ve probably never had a man do this.” I stepped back from her and pushed her down onto the bed, dropping to my knees by the side and slowly kissing my way up her gorgeous thick thigh. She cried out, a sudden emotion that came from deep in her.
Her skin was impossibly smooth and hot, and I could smell her delicious musk, which made me feel heady and dizzy. Finally, I reached her slit and I licked her slowly from bottom to top, tasting her and making her squirm.
“I wanna make you feel so good that your thighs clamp around me, do you understand?” I sat up to say this, but slipped my fingers in between her legs so that I could keep stroking her. She looked up at me from the bed, her curls wild around her head, her eyes wide.
“I don’t want to hurt you…” She looked concerned.
“You can’t hurt me,” I said. “You’re perfect for me.” With that, I dropped my head back down, tasting her delicious juice as I licked her slit over and over, allowing my tongue to linger at the top and flick her clit.
Every lick made her shiver, but she didn’t wrap her thighs around me until I began to suck on her clit, flicking it with my tongue and gently pulling on it with my mouth. Then I heard her begin to moan, and she shifted on the bed, her legs closing around me and pulling me in.
This was what I had wanted. I grabbed her thighs and pulled them around me, then crooked two fingers and slid them into her. She cried out, my mouth on her clit and my fingers inside of her, and she began to push down on me.
All of her surrounded me. Her smell was amazing and thick, and her juice ran down my chin, soaking my sheets. I stroked her from the inside with my fingers, feeling her tense more and more as I did so, knowing that I was slowly bringing her closer to coming.
She tasted incredible, and I moaned, her clit still in my mouth, my fingers stroking, and then she came. She shattered around me, her strong muscles clamping down on my hand. I helped her ride it out, her creamy pussy wetter in my mouth, her strong legs squeezed tight around me.
“Steven! You feel so good!” She shouted, my name in her mouth made my cock harder than before.
As her hips thrust, I used my free hand to help hold her to the bed, forcing her to enjoy the entire ride, until I could tell that she was spent. She finally collapsed, all of her muscles relaxing, finished. I kissed her inner thighs, not wanting to let her go, not wanting to give up on what we had just had.
“Come here, Steven,” she panted, her hand searching for me. Reluctantly, I stood up and slid onto the bed next to her. I didn’t want to stop. I wanted to stay between her legs forever.
She was breathing slower now, her cheeks flushed, her eyes closed. Even though she was the most gorgeous woman that I had ever met, I didn’t think that I had ever seen her look more amazing. I told her so and leaned down to kiss her forehead.
“That was amazing,” she finally managed, turning her head and opening her eyes to look at me. “I can’t…” Her words failed her, and she stopped talking.
I couldn’t help myself. I laughed, and kissed her again. “You are the most amazing woman, Michele,” I said. “You deserve that every single day. Just let me know when you’re ready for round two.”
I was ready now, my cock pressing into her soft curves. She could feel it, and she smiled at me, reaching down carefully to brush my tip with her fingers. I had to bite me lip to keep from thrusting into her hand.
“You’re ready?” She looked excited.
“I am always ready for you,” I said, “now get up here.”
Chapter 5
Michele
Steven rolled me over so that I was on top of him, his huge cock thick and throbbing.
“I’m going to hurt you,” I said, shifting my weight to try to get off of him, but his hands held my hips tight, not letting me move.
“No, you are not,” he said, his voice strong and powerful. “You can get down if you want, but I want you right there where I can see you.”
When I didn’t move, he let go of my hips, sliding his hands up my sides, squeezing and caressing my curves. I closed my eyes, enjoying the feeling of his hands, the way they were in control of my body. He left my sides, gently stroking my breasts, the sensation causing me to arch my back.
My nipples hardened again, wanting him.
“God you are so beautiful, Michele,” he said, his voice deep and husky. I looked at him in surprise, only to see that he meant it.
He must have seen the look on my face, because he continued. “I knew from the moment that I saw you that I had to have you as my own, and this evening confirmed it. I love you, Michele.”
His words made me shiver, a tingle running up my spine. I didn’t know how to answer him, so I simply reached out and took his huge cock into my hands. He closed his eyes, his breath hitching in my throat, so I gently slid my hands up and down his length, unsure of what to do.
“That feels amazing, Michele,” he whispered, his eyes still closed. “Just keep doing what you’re doing, baby.”
I felt bolder now and pulled harder on his cock, feeling it throb in my hands in response. Carefully, I slipped a hand over his head, caressing and squeezing it. I couldn’t believe how smooth and soft his skin was, how he throbbed and moved under my touch.
A drop of liquid on the top of his head surprised me, and I wiped it with a finger to taste. Carefully licking my finger, I looked at Steven to see that his eyes were open. He was biting his lip, staring at me.
“You can suck me, if you want.” He sounded needy.
He needed me. The thought was intoxicating. I dropped my head, opening my mouth to allow his thick bulb in and swirled my tongue around. Shifting my position so that I could allow him to go deeper, I slid more of his thick shaft into my mouth. Steven moaned and thrust forward, his cock filling my mouth and
hitting the back of his throat.
I want him inside of me, I realized, and I sat up, wetter than ever. “I need you,” I said to him, locking eyes with his.
He nodded, and grabbed my hips, helping me up and back down, his cock sliding easily into me, filling me up.
“Oh, my God,” I breathed out, closing my eyes as he pushed up, taking me for his own. I felt a slight pain, but then it was gone, and all I could feel was the amazing feeling of him filling me.
“You feel incredible, Michele. Are you okay?”
The fact that he was worried made me smile. “I’m amazing, Steven.” I began to rock on him, allowing his cock to slide in and out of me while he thrust.
We quickly found our rhythm, our bodies working together in time, his huge cock stretching me and filling me as it hit me in the right spot. He had one hand on my hip, the other on a breast, lazily teasing and playing with my nipple.
Both of my hands were on his chest, and I leaned forward, angling myself so that his cock hit in the right spot. When I did so, he moaned, thrusting up farther, his huge dick almost painful.
“Can I come again?” I asked, panting in between the words. I wanted to, I just didn’t know if I would be able to.
Steven brushed a curl out of my face. “I want you to come again for me, Michele.” He cupped my chin, holding my gaze as he continued to thrust, my body responding and tightening around me.
I closed my eyes then, overwhelmed with the sensation and the knowledge that I was loved by this man. I could feel my orgasm rising again, my muscles starting to tighten and hold him. “I’m going to,” I said, “you feel amazing!”
He had his hands on both of my hips now and was helping slam me down onto his huge cock, each thrust tearing into me and sending sparks through my body. “I’m close, Michele. Come for me, baby.”
I wanted to. The sensation was overwhelming, and as he continued to thrust into me, I did, my body shattering around him, my muscles tight and hard, holding him in me. He thrust a few more times, then cried out as I felt him come, his hot seed spraying into me.
“God!” I screamed, my fingernails digging into his chest, my head thrown back. I was wild, split open, and completely his.
“Michele!” He called my name, his cock hard inside of me, his come filling me up and warming me.
I collapsed, completely spent and sweating, on top of him. Steven wrapped his arms around me, holding me close to his chest as our breathing slowed. The sweat on my skin was chilly in the breeze, and I shivered until Steven grabbed a blanket and threw it over me.
We stayed there, me on him, his arms enveloping me, until we could speak.
“I love you, Michele.” Steven breathed this into my ear, sending shivers down my spine. “Did you like it?”
Did I like it? I thought about the way his cock had filled me, how it had felt when his hot seed sprayed into me. I loved it, and I wanted it every day for the rest of my life.
I told him that and he pulled me tighter.
“Then marry me, Michele. Let me be the one to always take care of you.”
My heart stopped for a moment in surprise, but I knew what I wanted.
“I would love to marry you, Steven,” I said, pulling back enough so that I could give him a kiss.
He kissed me back, his mouth hard and demanding, and rolled me off of him, only to climb on me, his hot kisses covering my body.
Epilogue
Michele
“Hurry up, Steven! You have to see this!” I was standing at the end of a path, looking down into a valley that spread out in front of me. A lone chicken wandered in front of me, clucking at me as it strutted by.
Steven walked up behind me, sticking a bright orange flower into my ear. “I had to climb that tree for this flower,” he explained. “You needed it.”
We were in Guatemala, just a year after we had talked about coming here. The weather was warm, but a stiff wind kept lifting my curls from around my face and the back of my neck, keeping me from being too hot.
Steven was in shorts and a t-shirt, but I had chosen an incredible woven skirt and top that we bought in the market this morning. A bumpy bus ride and long hike later, and we were looking down at the village where we would be staying for the week.
It was just as Steven had described. The bright orange flowers fell from the trees like snow, and the gorgeous colors of the houses made them pop from the dark green grass and hills. Someone in the village was singing, their voice floating up to us on the wind.
“Are you ready?” I turned to ask Steven, expecting him to be looking at the village like I was, but he was staring at me.
“Always.” He leaned over and kissed me, my sexy man pulling me to him, making my heart beat faster. “Bed or lunch first?” His breath was hot on my cheek.
“Lunch in bed?” I raised my eyebrows at him, imagining the rest of the afternoon. I had better get a good look at the gorgeous orange trees now, because I didn’t think I’d be seeing much of them the rest of the day.
Steven dropped his hand behind me and squeezed my ass. “My curvy girl,” he said, “you read my mind.”
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