There’s nothing like that moment when he first pushes in, when his cock just… fills you. It’s heat all the way to your fingertips, and the backsides of your eyes– you’re blushing, in spite of yourself– you can’t help it.
Every inch inside you, sliding, sliding, against your softness, your wetness– like glass on silk, he slides, and you can feel him in every last vein and capillary of yourself.
He pins you by the wrists– not hard, but you’re pinned. His thighs have woven their way between yours, you’re spread wide and high, ankles to his ears.
“Don’t be gentle,” you say. “Take it,” you say.
He isn’t. He does.
It’s amazing how soft a person can be and still fuck so rough. It’s amazing how wet a thing can be and still make such friction– such sweet friction, that tug on the skin, the “I’m here, I’m in you, I’m moving, feel me move”
And the way it fills you… there isn’t so much as a whisper of space he leaves empty between your legs. He smothers the inside of you, hot and wet like trapped breath against your walls– and with every mad thrust of his hips, his cock throttles you.
“One of your hands…”, you manage to say, “Over my mouth…”
“Why?”
“I’m about to start… mmMM–”
In one quick motion he covers your mouth with the palm of his left hand, stifling your moan before the guards posted outside can hear.
Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/g49dsp/new_to_this_thought_id_see_what_i_could_do
Great…totally didn’t see that coming. Well done.
Very nicely done.
That’s good writing
Feel free to PM me requests by the way, I could use the practice!
Intriguing last line. Damn fine prose too, great descriptions of the sensation.