“You’re so fucking wet,” I tell her as I push two fingers inside her tight little hole. The way she squeezes around them, holding me, makes my eyes momentarily roll back in my head. Fuck, and that’s just my fingers.

Her breath hitches and she arches back, her round, pale breasts heaving upwards. I run my tongue over her nipples, hard pebbles that respond to my every touch, and she groans loudly. I push my fingers in further and the groan deepens. She’s like a fucking smorgasbord, a buffet, a feast, and I have no idea where to start but every single item is bound to be delicious.

I can’t take much more. I make a fist around my rigid shaft and position it at her entrance. Her eyes flutter from being closed to being open wide as I slowly rub my swollen head up and down her shiny cleft. It feels too incredible.

“Oh God,” she says breathlessly. “Just get inside me already.”

“Impatient,” I comment. “I like that.”

She pauses for a moment. “Just…it’s been a long time. I may have been revirginized.”

The stupid smile on my face spreads even wider. “You say all the right things. I’ll go slow.”

And even though going slow is the last thing I want – fuck, every nerve in my body is ready to slam right into her hot depths and ram her until she’s up against the headboard – I do it anyway. I slowly start to make my way inside her.

No, it’s more like force my way inside her because she’s that damn tight, like a wet little vice that grips every heavy millimetre of my cock.

“Shit,” I growl, looking down to see myself as I push into her. My head has disappeared into that sweet pink dream. So slippery, so surreal. “This is a test of my will,” I tell her.

“Easy,” she says through a shaking exhale. She lies back and I wait until she relaxes a bit more before I ease in further. She’s so hot and wet as I slowly work my way inside that I begin to shake. I pause, for myself this time, and take in a deep, ragged breath.

“Am I hurting you?” she asks quietly.

“Sweetheart,” I say, my voice low and throaty. “You’re only hurting my resolve.”

She smiles at that and relaxes more but it’s not enough.

“Open yourself,” I tell her. “I’m only halfway there. I want you to take all of me.”

She blinks. “Shit, I thought I was.”

I shake my head, more droplets of sweat falling off and landing on her breasts.

She takes in a deep breath but I know how to speed up the process. I place my thumb on her clit and rub it around, her juices spreading. I work at her until I feel her widen and then I push in further. She gasps but she puts her hands at my ass and presses her fingers in, controlling my speed. But she’s still pulling me forward.

I’m holding my breath, forgetting to exhale, so wrapped up in this dizzying plunge, feeling like some conqueror taking over a new land. She spreads out beneath me, so soft and lush, like paradise and she lifts her knees higher, opening herself wider, and finally I’m in all the way, my balls pressing up against her and I feel this close to blacking out. She gasps but grips me with tight, blistering fury.

I groan loudly, unable to keep quiet. For all of my reputation as a lady’s man, I know I won’t be able to make a good impression this first time. The need in me is too sharp, too hard, too much. I slide out slowly and watch my thick shaft shiny with everything she has then plunge back in. My whole body shudders.

But even if I’m going to come soon, and fuck it’s going to be amazing, I’m not doing so without her. I steady myself and with force I grab her thighs and yank her up and to me, holding on tight with one hand, my fingers digging into her soft flesh, while my other hand goes for her clit again.

She moans, loud, and then has the strength to place a pillow over her face to muffle the cries. I have to admit, it’s hot when she watches my dick slide in and out of her but it’s also hot when she can’t see anything at all.

“Don’t hold back, babe,” I whisper, breath ragged and deep. “I’m not. Not this time. I can’t.”

My hips roll back and forth and I plunge in and out, from tip to the last thick inch of my cock. My rhythm becomes faster and faster and I know I can’t keep my cum at bay for much longer. Her pussy is so tight, so eager, I feel like I’m on fucking drugs, like I’m sticking my dick into some sexual trip I may never sober up from.

I work my fingers into a frenzy and her muffled moans get louder and louder while I slam into her harder and harder. Her back is arched, nipples pink peaks, and I know she’s close.

“Fuck!” she cries out. “Oh, Jesus.”

Because I’m starting to pound into her so hard, shaking the bed, shaking her breasts, I can’t tell if she’s spasming or not, but then I feel her clench around me, off and on, and I know she’s there, lost in the spiral.

I take in a deep breath and let out a low, guttural cry as my coiled muscles let loose and the orgasm rips down my spine, shooting out through every nerve ending. I’m fucking her so hard I think I’m going to push her bed right through the wall, right into my apartment and then I’m white-hot, wild, undone.

I come hard, blasting my load so fast and powerful I fear I might just tear a hole in the condom. I’m shuddering so hard that the bed is still shaking, even though the pumping of my hips has slowed. Through my blissful, electric haze, I can still hear Nicola moaning into the pillow, gasping and making nonsensical noises. I may be doing the same, it’s hard to tell when you have no control over your body, no real awareness of what’s going on except you’re a million miles above the fucking planet and you have no idea when you’re coming down.

When my arms start to tremble, I slowly lower myself so I’m on top of her, the wet slick of my sweaty chest pressing against hers. It’s so animalistic, that feeling, like we’re operating on a level of instinct and desire, eons before the mind comes in. It’s silly to say we’re on a soul-to-soul level, but it’s not far off.

“Sorry,” I say as I take the pillow off of her face. “I couldn’t hold back. You’re fucking kryptonite.”

She stares at me, her face completely flushed pink and glowing, her eyes heavy, like she’s in a dream. She’s never looked more beautiful. I want her like this all the fucking time.

“I can’t even…” she says, her voice airy and she smiles.

“Next time, it will be different,” I tell her, smoothing her damp hair away from her face. She’s got wild, mad bedhead and just adds to this crazed goddess look she has going on.

She shakes her head once. “Good Lord, I hope not. That was…that was…there are no words.”

“Oh, it will be just as amazing,” I assure her, kissing her lightly on the lips. She tastes like salt. I breathe in deeply and the smell of our sex, both musty and new, almost makes me hard again. If it wasn’t for the fact that I have to pull out and remove the condom, I don’t think I’d ever have to come out.

But I do. It’s only polite.

I move back a bit and pull out, gripping the condom to make sure it doesn’t spill all over her. I get up and head to the en-suite washroom, making sure I’m all cleaned up before coming back to bed.

She’s nestled under the covers, the top of it barely covering her breasts and in the glow of her nightstand lamp, she looks positively sated. Perfect.

“Mind if I get in?” I ask her, not knowing if she just wanted me here for a fuck or for something more. I hope to fuck it’s for something more.

She gives me a lazy smile and then lifts open the blanket. I sigh inwardly with relief and get in.

I’m not much of a cuddler but now that I’m in bed with her, naked, it feels sinful not to be touching every inch of her soft body. She’s such a fucking goddess with those freckles and pouty pink lips and creamy skin and I know she has no idea. It totally adds to the appeal.

I pull her toward me and kiss her shoulder, still warm and damp. My fingers get lost in the mess of her hair. I don’t know what to say – I’ve never been much for pillow talk – I just want to hold her in my arms as I sleep and hopefully wake up in a few hours for another round.