Chapter 8: "Penetrated"


With a loud groan, there he was. Buried inside of me. I gasped, involuntarily tensing up and squeezing my thighs together to prevent him from going too far, too fast. The fear overcame me as I tried to focus on the pleasant part of that familiar sensation - the pressure mixed with a stab of pain. It would be better in a moment, I knew.
Brian paused. He lifted his head and looked at me. "Don't worry, princess," he whispered, "we'll take it slow. It's been quite a while for us both."
His breathy voice did help me start to relax again. I studied his face - his gorgeous face - as he spoke and then stayed there, studying me right back. I took a deep breath and willed my muscles to relax. My legs released down to the bed first, allowing him more room to maneuver, then I unclenched and gave him permission to enter me further.
Brian smirked, a barely audible, pleased chuckle escaping from his lips. "There, now that's a good girl," he half said, half whispered. He gave me a loud, hard smooch.
I was so wet that he didn't need any help getting further inside me. He brought himself to a comfortable spot, not too deep but just right, and started thrusting - slowly.
Brian rested his forehead against mine, bracing himself up on his forearms above me. His hot breath fell out of his open mouth against my face, his eyes shut tight. He let out a primal growl that made me coat him in my wetness. I moaned back and wrapped my legs around his waist. He chuckled.
"What?" I said, suddenly feeling self conscious.
"It's just that this is better than I remembered," he said, chuckling again, glancing into my eyes. A grin spread across his face.
"Funny, I was just thinking the same thing," I whispered, then grabbed the back of his head and pulled his face down into a hard kiss. Brian moaned. He kissed me back so hard that my head burrowed down into the pillow, his tongue fighting its way into my mouth. I weaved my fingers into his hair and gave a little tug, and he thrust deeper with a groan.
To my surprise, it didn't hurt. In fact, it felt damn good. I moaned back and tightened my legs around his waist. I brought my other hand up to the back of his head and once again weaved my fingers into his soft brown hair. I tugged with both hands as I simultaneously squeezed my legs around him, pulling him further down onto me and into me, and pulled his face down harder against mine as my tongue carressed his.
He was thrusting faster and faster now, going deeper and deeper and my body was absolutely letting him. It was like he'd found the secret code to unlock me or something. Each time he thrust, I was filled with a wave of pleasure and the sensation of a burning flame that roared higher and brighter with each subsequent rock of our hips.
The sound of him slamming into me was turning me on all the more. Our kisses became more primal, more messy. We bit and pulled at each others' lips and kept diving for the other's mouth with our tongues hanging out. It was like we just wanted to fucking eat each other.
A couple minutes of this turned Brian totally crazy. He slid his hands underneath me and cupped the base of my head, pulling me up off the bed as he lifted himself, still kissing me. He did this a couple of times, then lifted me all the way up to a seated position. My legs were still wrapped around him, and he bent his knees to wrap his around me.
We sat for a moment, facing each other, naked, totally in heat. Our mouths were both hanging open, hot, fast breaths falling out. Our chests and shoulders were heaving, our skin was drenched in sweat. The way he looked at me, the things he wanted to do to me were written all over his face. It made me so horny that if he hadn't already been inside of me, I probably would've screamed for him to be.
Wordlessly, Brian ran a hand along my face, watching himself as he did. Then in a flash he grabbed me and pulled me into a deep kiss, and started thrusting once again. His face was blocking mine so my loud moan was somewhat muffled by his mouth, but it was hot. He did the same back to me, and the vibration of his moan ran over my tongue and down through my throat to the core of me. It was incredible. My whole body was quaking because of this man. This queer, sexy motherfucker of a man.
There was no-thing and no one else in the whole world but the two of us, in that moment. And I felt like I couldn't have been any more penetrated by him - with his cock buried deep between my legs, and his tongue buried practically down my throat, his arms and legs wrapped around me, his lips engulfing mine and his hips pummelling into me, I was almost on another planet. Except that I wanted to stay here, on this one. Very badly. It was an out of body experience mixed with the crazy-heightened sense of awareness at the same time. I hadn't ever felt anything quite like this.
Brian slid his hands down my back all the way to my ass. He released me from his kissing spell and once again brought his forehead to rest against mine as he squeezed his hands and drove his hips into me, thrusting harder, faster than ever before. He fucked me harder and faster and harder and faster and we moaned and groaned and rocked and sweat and writhed until we both cried out in sweet release.
We were suspended there, in that seat, foreheads pressed together, panting rapidly, heavy breaths falling against one another, shoulders, chests heaving. We stayed like that until our bodies gave out, and we fell back in unison against the mattress.
Brian cleared his throat, removed the condom and tossed it aside. I lay there, taking in what had just happened. Replaying the way he'd looked when he was inside of me, like I was the only thing he desired in the whole world in that moment.
I could still feel him between my legs. My entire body felt so relaxed now. Satisfied. Filled. And I didn't feel any of that awkwardness or shame that I'd felt with every other man. No, there was something about this that was...different.
Brian relaxed onto his back, still breathing hard, then chuckled softly.
"Well...that was fucking hot," he said.