reached up for him, let my fingertips graze over the spandex. “You’d have to take this off.”
“No,” he said. “There’s a flap.” He grasped my hand and guided it down between his legs. He moved the fabric aside and freed himself. He put my hand on him.
I swallowed. He was thick. So thick. My thumb and middle finger just barely touched around his girth. I made an exploratory stroke. He wasn’t hurting in the length department either.
He gasped.
I stroked him again. “This is a very bad idea.”
He thrust his hand between my legs again, rubbing my clit. “I think it’s a good idea.”
Damn it, it was hard to keep my thoughts together when he was doing that. We shouldn’t do this. Because… because… “Condoms. You don’t keep some inside your suit somewhere, do you?”
“No,” he said. His fingers stopped moving.
Damn it all to hell, it wasn’t like I didn’t have condoms. There were two in my purse. I always carried them for emergency hook-ups. And there was box in my underwear drawer, which was on the other side of the room. “I have some,” I muttered.
His fingers moved again. He chuckled into my ear, the sound rich and dark. “Good.”
I moaned. I reached into my purse again.
When I pulled the condom out of my purse, he snatched it from me.
He wasn’t touching me anymore, and I started to turn in his arms, but he stopped me. “Hold on,” he rasped.
I twisted my head.
He seized me by the neck and turned my head around. “Don’t. Don’t look at me.”
I sucked in breath, a thrill of something like fear going through me. “I can’t see you, anyway. You’re wearing a mask.”
Then he was against me, the length of his firm body pressing into me from behind. His fingers went between my legs again, rubbing my wetness, moving it over me. “I think you might like that, though, Cecily.”
I whimpered.
The head of his thick shaft settled against my opening.
“I think it might turn you on that you don’t know who I am. I’m just a shadow that snuck in your window, and it makes you wet to bend over for me and spread your legs for my cock.”
I moaned as he pushed into me, splitting me open. He was so wide and huge and solid. My breath quickened, coming in gasps. “Big,” I managed.
His voice was soothing. “You can take it.”
I moaned.
He prodded himself into me, stretching me for him, and it was agonizingly sweet. “Shh. Take me. Take all of me.”
And I did. I could feel every inch of him inside me, filling me up, up to the brim, cramming me full. I groaned, writhing in place. He’d pinned me down and impaled me.
He let out a slow breath, the sound whistling through his teeth. He grunted.
He didn’t move for several seconds, and it drove me mad. I began to buck against him, trying to move on his cock.
But he seized my hips and held me in place. “Hold on.”
Hold on? He was killing me here. I need to feel him thrust inside me, needed to feel him drag his thick cock in and out of me.
He groaned. “Shit, Cecily. You feel…”
And then he inched out of me and plunged back in again.
I cried out. The walls of my sex were so sensitive. I could feel all of him, even through the condom.
He let out a sigh, sounding almost relieved, and picked up the pace.
With one hand, he held me against him as he stroked in and out of me. With the other, he explored my body, teasing first one nipple, then the other, then plunging down to caress my clitoris.
He nuzzled my neck, nipping my ear. He spoke to me in low, low whispers, telling me how good I felt to him, how nice it was to have my snug pussy hugging his hard cock, how he wanted to fuck me forever.
“Forever,” he whispered. “I could do this forever.”
I didn’t have a problem with that. He filled me completely. His hands fondled my sensitive places. His cock collided with the aching center of me. Over and over again. I could feel my climax building.
My eyes rolled back in my head. I grasped the chair in
“No,” he said. “There’s a flap.” He grasped my hand and guided it down between his legs. He moved the fabric aside and freed himself. He put my hand on him.
I swallowed. He was thick. So thick. My thumb and middle finger just barely touched around his girth. I made an exploratory stroke. He wasn’t hurting in the length department either.
He gasped.
I stroked him again. “This is a very bad idea.”
He thrust his hand between my legs again, rubbing my clit. “I think it’s a good idea.”
Damn it, it was hard to keep my thoughts together when he was doing that. We shouldn’t do this. Because… because… “Condoms. You don’t keep some inside your suit somewhere, do you?”
“No,” he said. His fingers stopped moving.
Damn it all to hell, it wasn’t like I didn’t have condoms. There were two in my purse. I always carried them for emergency hook-ups. And there was box in my underwear drawer, which was on the other side of the room. “I have some,” I muttered.
His fingers moved again. He chuckled into my ear, the sound rich and dark. “Good.”
I moaned. I reached into my purse again.
When I pulled the condom out of my purse, he snatched it from me.
He wasn’t touching me anymore, and I started to turn in his arms, but he stopped me. “Hold on,” he rasped.
I twisted my head.
He seized me by the neck and turned my head around. “Don’t. Don’t look at me.”
I sucked in breath, a thrill of something like fear going through me. “I can’t see you, anyway. You’re wearing a mask.”
Then he was against me, the length of his firm body pressing into me from behind. His fingers went between my legs again, rubbing my wetness, moving it over me. “I think you might like that, though, Cecily.”
I whimpered.
The head of his thick shaft settled against my opening.
“I think it might turn you on that you don’t know who I am. I’m just a shadow that snuck in your window, and it makes you wet to bend over for me and spread your legs for my cock.”
I moaned as he pushed into me, splitting me open. He was so wide and huge and solid. My breath quickened, coming in gasps. “Big,” I managed.
His voice was soothing. “You can take it.”
I moaned.
He prodded himself into me, stretching me for him, and it was agonizingly sweet. “Shh. Take me. Take all of me.”
And I did. I could feel every inch of him inside me, filling me up, up to the brim, cramming me full. I groaned, writhing in place. He’d pinned me down and impaled me.
He let out a slow breath, the sound whistling through his teeth. He grunted.
He didn’t move for several seconds, and it drove me mad. I began to buck against him, trying to move on his cock.
But he seized my hips and held me in place. “Hold on.”
Hold on? He was killing me here. I need to feel him thrust inside me, needed to feel him drag his thick cock in and out of me.
He groaned. “Shit, Cecily. You feel…”
And then he inched out of me and plunged back in again.
I cried out. The walls of my sex were so sensitive. I could feel all of him, even through the condom.
He let out a sigh, sounding almost relieved, and picked up the pace.
With one hand, he held me against him as he stroked in and out of me. With the other, he explored my body, teasing first one nipple, then the other, then plunging down to caress my clitoris.
He nuzzled my neck, nipping my ear. He spoke to me in low, low whispers, telling me how good I felt to him, how nice it was to have my snug pussy hugging his hard cock, how he wanted to fuck me forever.
“Forever,” he whispered. “I could do this forever.”
I didn’t have a problem with that. He filled me completely. His hands fondled my sensitive places. His cock collided with the aching center of me. Over and over again. I could feel my climax building.
My eyes rolled back in my head. I grasped the chair in
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