It is not my intention to hurt you. As he spoke, his warm breath gently brushed against my ear.
When I gazed at the curve of his shoulder, I decided to change my direction. Instead of rubbing his arms back down, I drew the dips and curves of his muscles on his chest. I did this instead of rubbing his arms back down. As I made my way down to the bottom, I was amazed to see the "V" shape formed by the pelvic muscles, which I followed all the way till I reached the elastic band on his underwear. I seized charge of the situation and threaded my fingers into the fabric before pulling it up and over his hips. He stopped breathing as he prepared for what was going to happen next as well as what I was about to do. As I pushed them to the ground, I experienced an increase in my confidence. I sat back down and licked the back of his ear.
I soothed him and assured him, "You're not going to hurt me," as goosebumps began to develop on his skin. I used my foot to pull the last item of clothing down over his head until it was completely off of his body.
I was petrified of making any kind of mistake, so I hesitatingly reached down and cautiously grabbed hold of him. As I heard him gasping for oxygen, I saw his muscles clench up. When he looked into my eyes, he had wide eyes, but they were not wide because he was afraid; rather, they were wide because he was completely amazed.
"Megan, there's no need for you to do that." He stated this as he was holding my cheek.
I told him, "I want to," and he agreed.
I gave him a little rubdown as I listened to his shallow breaths and it seemed to help. Despite the fact that his skin was smooth, he had a hot and strong presence. Just now, he made me feel as if I should have carried out these actions. As I settled into a consistent rhythm and became aware of his drawn-out sigh of contentment, I increased the pressure I was applying to him. Because he was leaning in closer and sucking on my neck, I cocked my head to the side. He continued to lean in closer. I had the idea that I had done something wrong when he flexed the muscles in his stomach and then retreated while hissing at me.
"When I cum, I want to be inside of you," you said to me. He had a raspy, low voice when he talked. A white liquid with a milky appearance was coming out of his tip. After running my hand over it, I decided to put it in my mouth. He had a stale and briny taste about him. He had an air of manliness about him.
After suddenly hearing a really loud boom, I found myself pressed down to the bed. He supported himself with one of his hands while placing the other hand next to my head, and he held both of my hands over my head with the other hand. As he took deeper and deeper breaths into his nose, the scent of his desire became stronger and became more obvious.
I dare claim that you are a seductress. As he groaned, he brushed up against my belly and moved closer. My fluids were covering his length, which gave him the illusion of being smoother.
That all-important question, "Are you ready?"
"Yes." I let out a sigh as I massaged the numb and sensitive portion of my body.
After this, it will probably start to hurt. In response to his whispering, I showed him that I understood by bowing my head and letting him know that I did.
He inched closer to me, forcing his tip against me as he did so, and I felt a strain like I'd never experienced before. Even though it was a little bit painful and unpleasant, the situation wasn't all that terrible. After a little interval, he retracted his tongue from his cheek and returned it to my mouth to give me another taste. He was tasty and masculine, as well as smoking hot, with a flavor reminiscent of vices and lust. I rush forward as a sudden, strong anguish compels me to dig my claws into his hand, causing me to gasp for air as I'm in excruciating pain.
uttering the words "I'm sorry." While he did so, he gave my cheeks and my neck a gentle kiss and said. He did not move an inch, giving me the opportunity to get used to him and giving the wave of agony time to subside.
I withdrew my nails from his skin when the worst of it was through and there was just a faint lingering sensation remained. I gripped to his shoulders and wrapped both of my legs around his waist as I did so. I gave him a quick peck on the collarbone to reassure him that I was OK, and I could taste the salt from his sweat on my lips as I did so.
The sparks became more intense as he began to move in languid strokes that were unclear in their direction. After a while, a rhythm started to emerge. It was slow and sensual, with long, steady strokes employed throughout the performance. I did this by arching my back and letting out a long, breathy sigh, and then I tightened the grip that I was giving him. He groaned in my ear as his cadence steadily picked up, indicating that he was experiencing the same pleasure that I was.
With one hand on the back of my upper thigh, he lifted my hips up higher, which allowed him to change the angle at which he was hitting me. My loud groaning was muffled as he touched a whole new part of me, which caused shockwaves to go throughout my body. During the time that he was scratching my back with his nails, he took one of my nipples and sucked it into his mouth.
"Jason!" / "!" I let out a gasp just as he reached the same area again, and this release came much more quickly than the previous one.
It's all good. As he panted, sweat poured out of his body in copious amounts. "All you need to do is relax and let go. I will be there at your side in such situation. Even when he was grunting, he continued to go forward.
I persevered in my efforts to maintain the same level of pressure and feeling, but it just became progressively worse. I yelled as I released go, shaking all over, especially in my legs. He was held even more closely captive by my walls, who ultimately exploited him to free themselves. He finally let go and unleashed into me with a piercing cry that shook the walls. My whole body was flooded with his warmth, and it came in strong bursts.
The elation he was feeling caused him to pass out and fall on top of me as he shook violently. Even though he was careful not to topple me, I was still being supported by a significant amount of weight, and his hot body caused me to feel uneasy very soon. He turned over onto his back and pulled himself up onto him, his heart hammering in my ear as he frantically breathed and struggled to get onto his back.
Are you feeling okay? Do I have it right that I didn't do you any harm? Even though he was still a bit out of breath, his voice was low and sleepy, but it conveyed a great lot of care despite the fact that he was still exerting himself.
"I'm OK; you didn't hurt me in any way. You could not be better. Every every detail was impeccable. As we basked in the afterglow of the experience, all we could hear was each other's rapid breathing.
After a little period, Jason eventually got out of bed, but only with great difficulty. By blowing out the candles and opening the windows, we allowed the cold air to circulate over our warm bodies and cool us down. In spite of the heat that was flowing from both of our bodies, he brought me into the bed once he had returned to it. He delighted in the lingering pleasure and the impending slumber. I couldn't help but let out a sigh of gratitude as his fingers worked their way through my sweaty hair and his fine nails scratched my head. When I attempted to recall how his sweat shone in the moonlight, I saw my fingers gliding over his chest. I was trying to recall how it looked.
"To state that I admire you is not even close to being able to describe how much worth you have in my life. You have no idea how much I admire you or how important you are to me. Even the clouds in the sky have no idea. In addition to that, Goddess, your beauty is almost too much to endure.
While he was speaking, he pulled me close to his body and gave me a slow kiss on the forehead. His words caused my heart to feel warmer. Even though he used them to emphasize the feelings he was experiencing, I was still getting used to the sound of curse words coming from his mouth. When I bent over, I slid onto my back and adjusted my posture such that our chests were touching one other.
I muttered against his lips, "There are no words to describe how much I love you. I don't even know where to begin." We thanked the Moon Goddess from the bottom of our hearts for bringing us together as we turned our attention back to the night sky and sat back down on his chest.