My mouth goes dry at the thought of him in me. Even after the orgasm, I’m still so pumped up that my body is practically vibrating with desire. I wanted every inch of him just as much as he wanted me. "No," I say, locking eyes with him. "I want this."
His smile widens, slow and lazy. "You’re tight," he says. "It might hurt."
“ Good.” My hands are still around his c**k, and I trace them up and down the length of his shaft, marvelling at the velvety softness of him and the contrast between that and how steel-hard his shaft feels beneath the soft skin. But a little pain can be nice.
He laughs softly. "Well. "I'll do my best to avoid any pain this time, but.." He reaches down, then, to catch my wrists and raise them over my head. He transfers them into one hand, so he’s pinning my arms abov
