Nights of Endless Pleasure

RHIANNON

Isaac stands before me and slowly removes his clothes. When his pants and boxers fall to his ankles, his erection stands, rock hard and heavy.

I start to panic. He’s put that inside of me? It’s huge!

“I’ll go slow but it won’t hurt, your body is used to it now,” he says, his voice thick with lust.

“How? How did I adjust to that?” I’m still gaping at him.

“If you want to do this, I promise I’ll go slow until you feel ready.”

“Can I touch it?” I’m so curious about it. What does it feel like, or taste like?

I crawl to the edge of the bed and tentatively raise my hand to it. When my fingers graze over it, it twitches, and Isaac whimpers.

It feels like velvet steel. It’s hard and throbbing, but the skin is so soft. I don’t know what comes over me, but I lean in closer, licking the swollen tip.

A loud, tortured growl rips through Isaac’s chest, and a bit of clear fluid leaks onto my hand.

Isaac is panting like he just ran a marathon. I lick my fingers and he groans again.

“You’re fucking killing me, angel.”

Pulling my shirt over my head, I sit back, waiting for instructions. Or for him to move, I’m not really sure.

He pulls my pants and panties down my legs. “Lie back, I’ve got to make sure you’re ready.”

He spreads my legs apart and looks down at my exposed body.

He begins to bend down and I realize he’s about to put his mouth on me. I blush furiously and almost protest, until I feel it.

His tongue laps at me and I feel like I might die. Whatever he’s doing down there feels so good it makes me cry out. I have no control over my shaking legs or the moans falling from my mouth.

I look down at him and the sight makes my stomach muscles clench. He’s licking and sucking and kissing me like it’s his favorite thing to do.

A deep, aching pressure starts to build at the base of my spine. It feels so tight that I can hardly breathe.

He starts to move his tongue faster and I start to shake uncontrollably. He grips my legs tight, holding them open.

I feel a searing sensation that builds until it snaps. My muscles relax and I realize what’s just happened. That was an orgasm. My jaw falls open as I look down at him.

He crawls up my body and asks, “Are you sure you want this?” His voice is strained.

“Yes,” is all I can whisper.

He adjusts himself at my entrance.

“Relax, baby. We’ve already done the hard part, I won’t hurt you.” His words put me at ease as I take a few breaths.

He pushes into me slowly; the muscles in his chest ripple as he tries to stay slow and even.

Once he’s all the way inside, his head drops down to my neck and he cries out a mangled, “Jesus Christ.”

He was right. I don’t feel any pain, but there is a deep, slightly uncomfortable stretch.

After a moment, I feel pressure in my stomach again, and I squirm.

“Can I move?” he groans through a tense jaw.

“Yes,” I can barely speak. The feeling is so strange, so full and deep, I can hardly think.

He pulls his hips back slowly before pushing them forward again. He slides in and out of me, and I think my heart might give out.

A strange sound pushes past my lips—a cry and a scream mixed with the sound of choking for air.

“Oh my…oh my God, this feels so good,” I push my head back into the pillow.

Isaac moans and starts to move faster. He leans back and pulls my legs up, putting my feet on his shoulders.

I can see his whole body this way; his chest and abdominal muscles are tightly clenched together.

“Look,” he moans, a sheen of sweat covering his body. “Look down.”

I look down between us and my core clenches. He is moving in and out of me. Something about watching it makes me ache.

“Fuck, you’re tight, baby. I need you to come, please,” he begs. “I can’t last much longer, please,” he chokes out between moans.

I feel the same unbearable burning pressure as before.

As my muscles constrict, I feel myself tighten around him, my walls clenching so hard that I can feel the ridge of his tip when it slides against me.

He lets my legs fall at his sides as he falls forward, biting down on my shoulder to muffle an obscene cry. His teeth graze over my mark, and I feel pleasure wrack my body.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” he sobs into my neck as he jerks inside of me over and over again, whimpering each time.

No sounds are coming out of my mouth—I’m stuck, suspended in a wave, paralyzed by the intense pressure I feel.

He pulls out of me gently, and a waterfall of sticky wetness runs over the sheets.

He falls onto the bed beside me on his stomach, his head resting on my shoulder. We’re both sweaty and sticky and heaving.

“Fucking you is my favorite thing in the world,” he chuckles between panting breaths.

“I think you fucking me might be my favorite thing in the world, too.”

He looks up at me slowly, his eyes wide.

“Want to go again?” he asks with a mischievous glint in his eyes.

“Yes,” I whisper, slightly embarrassed by how badly I want him.

“I want to try something…get on your knees then put your face down on the mattress,” his voice comes out gravelly and dominant.

I quickly do as I’m told, shivering in anticipation.

He pulls himself up on his knees behind me, and I can feel him running his length through the wetness at my opening.

He eases into me and I moan loudly. It feels different this way—there’s more pressure and he feels deeper.

He grips my hips tightly, using it for leverage, pulling me back at the same time he slams forward. My whole body bounces, and I have to bury my face in the mattress to muffle my screams.

“Jesus Christ, Jacko!” someone screams from outside the door, and Isaac pauses mid-stroke.

“Fuck off, Hunter!” he yells, then he starts pounding into me again, a deep growl ripping through his chest.

I hope you can die from pleasure because otherwise, I’ll definitely be dying of embarrassment when I have to face everyone later.