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He shifted his hand and pushed in a second finger. Then he began to pump it into me, pressing against the upper wall each time. Slowly, he worked me higher, using his hand to fuck me just a little harder. My hips began to buck, rocking in time with his thrusts, but he wouldn't let up. Wraythe had no interest in teasing me. He wanted me to come, and I was so fucking close.
Then he reached up for my breast, pushing my leg over his shoulder. The sound that came from my mouth wasn't loud, but it felt strangled, as if my thoughts couldn't even decide on the right noise. Another suck, one more thrust, and my body exploded. All I could do was hold onto the back of his head, riding his face through wave after wave of pleasure, until I simply couldn't take anymore and pulled my hips back.
"That's my girl," he breathed, kissing that soft spot inside my hip.
Then he crawled his way higher. Just before he flopped down beside me, he wiped his hand across his mouth, then he pulled me against his side. I rolled into him, still feeling drunk on my climax, and let my fingers play against his broad chest.
"That good, huh?" he asked.
"Mhm," I agreed. "Wow."
"Yeah, that's better than I was hoping." He smoothed back my damp hair. "I should probably get you under the blankets, huh?"
"No," I said, lifting up to see his face. "I have been waiting for this for too long."
"This?" he asked.
I reached down, sliding my hand across his body until I found the thick, hard shaft. "This," I said. Then I stroked him once.
"Nari," he asked, catching my hand to stop the teasing, "you sure?"
I shifted my hand so I was holding his arm, then guided it up by his head. "I want to feel you. I want to watch you come. Wraythe, I just want to finally have you. I've dreamed about this for too long."
"I'm not..." He let out a sigh. "Baby, I'm not gonna last long. I've never been..."
So I kissed him, stopping his protest before tossing a leg over his hip. He made no move to stop me when my weight settled on his upper thighs, just behind his dick. I had to stretch to reach his mouth, but I could. Barely. Then I pressed my slit against that shaft and slid my clit against him.
I moaned. He growled, pulling his arm free to grab my waist. My hand found his bicep, but I wouldn't stop kissing him. Wraythe ground my body against him, moving me the way he wanted, and then he paused, sucking in a breath.
"Shit, I need a sec," he begged.
"I want you to come," I whispered. "Hard."
"No, I want to be inside you." And he lifted me. "But you have to do this part."
I was so ready for him, achingly so, and with him holding me up, I could reach down and line him up. It would be easy, I thought, until I lowered myself onto him. Wraythe was big. Not only long, but thick. I felt my walls stretch, and had to lift off him to try again, slowly taking him inch by amazing, wonderful inch.
"God, you're so..." He grunted something that may have been a word. I thought it sounded like hot.
Then, again, I lifted up. Each time, he slid in easier. Every time, his hands held me, bracing me so I didn't move too fast, until I finally settled against his pelvis. I knew I'd pay for this tomorrow, but right now, I didn't care. He was sobig,filling me in ways I'd never even dreamed of. My breasts ached with the pleasure of it, and I just wanted to rock against him, but Wraythe held me still. His eyes roamed across me almost like he was memorizing every single detail.
"I have the most beautiful woman in the world on me," he breathed, sliding his hands higher. "So fucking perfect." And his thumbs swiped across both nipples.
I leaned into it, so he did it again. The third time, my hips rocked, shifting him inside me slightly, and he grunted with the feeling.
"Ride me, baby," he begged. "I want you to make yourself come." And he teased my nipples again.
This time, I didn't try to stay still. Lifting up, I angled my hips, feeling him inside me. That sweet spot he'd teased earlier was even more sensitive now, but in the right way. Not too much. Not anymore. And if I rocked each time I slid across him, I could make it feel amazing. Closing my eyes, I worried about nothing but how he felt. Hard, thick, and so deep inside me. Any way I moved felt good, but I wanted to come again. I wanted, just for a moment, to be his toy, giving him everything he wanted.
The feeling of his hands on my breasts, his hard biceps bracing my hands, and his dick filling me over and over was all I needed. From the gasps and grunts he let out, I knew I wasn't alone. Then I dropped onto him a little harder. I didn't want to be fragile. I wanted to take this man my way, and everything about him was hard, so I fucked a little harder.
"Oh, yes," he agreed, grabbing my ribs again to help.
And he thrust me onto him. Over and over, he took me, making me his in a way I'd never imagined. I could feel my breasts bouncing, my core throbbing, and my orgasm so close. Sweat began to appear on my back, and I was panting for air but unwilling to stop. This was my man. My giant.
My love.
I thought of the one word that stood for all of those things just as the pressure became more than I could handle, and I let it fall from my lips. It sounded like his name. It felt like every nerve firing in my body, and I came, clamping around him so hard, he had no choice but to join me. Wraythe's hips thrust upward, burying himself in my body, and for one single moment, we shuddered in pleasure together.
