Maya
My entire body is heated with pleasure as Conrad has spent the last few minutes kissing and touching every inch of my body, and it is driving me crazy. I have never had a man touch me in such ways. I am not used to such gentle hands.
I moan loudly, and arch from the bed, and my head falls back. I am so turned on. Between my thighs are wet and throbbing.
“Conrad, please, baby, I need more.” I whimper and fist the sheets.
He kneels between my legs, “Beautiful.” He whispers and runs his hands up my thighs.
I shudder under his touch. His hand brushes over my folds, and I gasp loudly. My body is so sensitive. I needed everything from him. I don’t know what happened, but this afternoon in my office, I got lost in thought and finally decided I was done with letting my past define me. I have a good man in my life who treats me good and wants me. I made the decision to concentrate on that. No, we still haven’t discussed what is going on between us, but that is okay. I need to focus on now rather than then.
“Conrad, please, take me. I want to feel deep inside of me.” I plead.
He groans at my choice of words. He presses two fingers into me, curling them and strokes my sensitive flesh. I cry out and rock my hips against them.
“I just want to make sure you are ready for me, angel.” He smirks.
“I am more than ready, please, Conrad.”
He presses his lips roughly to mine and works his fingers into me, but only for a minute before he removes them. He kisses along my jawline and then looks down at me, his eyes softening.
“Are you sure you are ready for this?”
“Yes. I am positive.” I smile and reach up to stroke his face.
He studies me closely and nods. The look in his eyes turned lustful. I snake my legs around him and grind up against him, “Fuck me.” I demand.
He growls loudly and reaches for the box of condoms on the bedside until quickly opening them and taking a strip out, tearing one off. I snatch it from him, rip it open with my teeth, and roll it onto his excitement. He moans and throbs under my touch.
Our lips connect in a heated kiss. He grips my thighs in hand and teases my entrance with the tip of his excitement. I whimper, even with such a slight touch. I wriggle my hips to try and encourage him, but he pulls back and chuckles. He seems to be having fun teasing me.
“Conrad, I swear if you don’t stop teasing, I will fix myself,” I whine.
“So impatient.” He smirks.
I open my mouth to lecture him, but before I can say a word, he finally presses into me, filling me up. I cry out and dig my nails into his shoulders. Conrad groans loudly and stills inside of me.
“Fuck, you feel good around me.” he breathes out.
“Yes.” I pant.
It has been so long since I have had sex. He felt like perfection. I bring his lips down to mine, “Please, move.” I mumble into the kiss.
He finally does, a slow and steady pace to start. It is driving me crazy. My back arches, and I lift my hips, taking him deeper into me. Conrad curses under his breath and picks up his speed.
“Yes, Conrad, a little harder, please.” I whimper and rock my hips to his.
I appreciate him being careful with me since it’s been a while, but I won’t break. I need it a little more, no matter how good what he is doing feels. His fingers dig into my thighs, and he dips down, kissing all over my breasts and thrusts harder.
My head falls back, “Fuck, that’s it.”
I entangle my fingers in his hair and force his lips to mine. I work my hips to his, encouraging him to continue to press harder.
Conrad parts from the kiss, “Shit, angel, your pussy feels so tight.” he pants.
I moan as the heat rises even more between my thighs by his words. He is usually so well-spoken, and hearing him saying the word pussy turns me on.
I cry out, “And your cock fills me up so good.”
I am surprised when the words come from my lips. I am usually quite shy when it comes to sex talk. But my words seem to work in my favour before he grunts loudly and drives into me rougher. I squeal and scrape my nails down his back.
Conrad draws out of me, and I wince at the loss of contact, but he plunges back in seconds later, hard. I scream and tighten around him.
“I am already close,” I say between heavy breaths.
I knew it wouldn’t take long because I was already so aroused before he even entered me.
Conrad found the perfect rhythm, one which is making every nerve end in my body pulse. Every stroke is more profound, harder and more intense than the previous.
“Come for me, baby. Let it go.” He motivates.
I can only nod and curse as the pleasure shoots through me. The orgasm hits with an intensity I have never felt before. I mean, eyes rolling back, stomach tightening, and toes curling kind of orgasm, something I have never experienced. I cling to him, cursing and screaming his name as I erupt around him.
“Yes, that’s it, angel. Let me feel. Fuck, so good.” He pants.
I swear it is never ending, but it is exactly what I needed. My body was desperate for release, and it was hitting full force. By the time I am done, my entire body is weak and shaky.
Conrad buries his face in my neck and aims for his end. He is close. His moves were getting sloppier, his breathing heavier, and his cursing became more frequent. A second climax begins to creep up on me.
“Conrad, come for. Please, come for me. Fuck.” I beg.
He growls, “I am going too.”
A few more strokes, and his cock swells inside of me. His teeth sink into my neck, and he cries out my name as his orgasm takes over, and he releases into the condom. A second climax hits me, and I spill around him again. We hold each other close as we ride through our highs.
Conrad collapses against me. Our warm bodies stick together, and both breathe heavily.
He kisses over my neck, “Are you okay?”
I play with his hair, “Yes, perfect. That was incredible. You are amazing.” I whisper.
“Yes, it really was perfect.” He agrees.
I haven’t connected with someone sexually as good as I just did him.
“Thank you for reminding me sex can be good, and hands can be gentle.”
He lifts his head to look down at me, “I will always be good to you, Maya. I promise.” He smiles and kisses me softly.
“I know you will,” I say softly.
He rolls next to me and pulls me close to cuddle into him. This is how it should be between two people. I happily snuggle in, and he kisses the top of my head.
“I got you, beautiful.” He whispers.
I nod because I believe every word he says to me. It is strange to me how easily I have come to trust him. I just hope nothing or no one comes along and ruins it.