and led me to my kitchen counter. “Turn around,” he said, and I did, and he bent me over the counter, my bum pointed directly at him. “Do you have any lubricant?”
“Lubricant?” I asked, wondering why. I was dripping wet! I felt his fingers move in between my legs, one on either side of my pussy. He squeezed my lips together before dragging a finger down my sodden slit.
“You’re so fucking wet,” he said, sucking on his finger. “But we’re going to need more.”
And suddenly I understood. I hadn’t done it in there for a few years now, and a fleeting moment of nervousness flared up inside me. “Yeah,” I said. “Okay. Let me go get it.” I ran up to the bedroom and took out the bottle of lube before coming back down and resuming my position on the counter. “But be gentle,” I said, and it was very much a command.
“Oh, no,” he said. “That’s for me. Later. We’ve got to take care of you , now.” I felt his wide dome suddenly press up against my dripping cunt lips. He moved around at my entrance, teasing me, smearing my juices all over himself before pushing in firmly and easily, making me groan out in a mixture of relief and desire.
“Shit,” I hissed as he filled me up more than I had ever been before. His cock felt huge inside me. It was amazing.
He drove himself into me all of the way on the first stroke, and I felt both surprise and elation that he had securely taken the reigns. He had my undivided attention.
He began to fuck me, using every inch of his cock. He drew himself his entire length before plunging back inside me. He swiftly picked up the pace, and I clenched myself around him. I was nearing, and so quickly! I moaned and cried at each of his powerful, penetrating thrusts. My core was heating. My pussy was aching.
My frustration seemed to be welling. It was bubbling, mixing in with desire, mixing in with expectation. The impending relief that would follow after an intense and climactic cresting…
I cried out wildly as he fucked me powerfully from behind. I bucked my hips back at him, driving him that little bit deeper inside me. His girth stretched me like no other man had before, and I didn’t own a toy this thick. His veins rippled past my folds.
His hand came around and began to massage my pearl. The sensations combined. I felt pent up. I had to release.
I was so, so close.
An enormous orgasm rose within me. It started in my pussy and swept through my body like a tidal wave of pleasure. I was destroyed by it. I screamed out loudly as my clenching canal spasmed on Jim’s thick and lengthy member. My elbows buckled and my eyes twitched and my stomach crunched and I was in bliss, in heaven.
And he fucked me still, driving me through my orgasm, before slowing gradually. He took his fingers from my sensitive clit. He slowed to a stop inside me, and just sat inside me while I continued to spasm and tighten around his meat.
“Oh, fuck,” I whispered, feeling the joy of orgasm waning. My frustrations were gone. I felt immense relief. I felt amazing satisfaction.
He pulled out of me, leaving me feeling empty, deflated. He ran his hands on the small of my back, rubbing me slowly as I panted, clouding the marble counter. Slowly his hands worked their way down to my bum, and he kneaded my cheeks slowly. I felt him lean downward, and then the warm press of his wet tongue was on my puckered hole.
He probed and licked and lapped at me with abandon. I shivered and shuddered, half in excitement, half in awe of his flare-up of lust. He grabbed the bottle of lube and squirted out what sounded like a copious amount onto his finger before he began to rub it around my entrance. It was cold and my body jolted.
“Jim,” I whispered. “Be gentle.”
“Of course,” he said, and he began to work my entrance more, and as the lube warmed up, I began to relax myself.
He pushed his finger inside me, and ran circles around and around, loosening me, helping me get ready. I focused