SALEM

Needing the skin-on-skin contact with Cole, I lift my legs up, wrap them solidly around his waist and vigorously drag him down. He moans as I groan when his shaft hits the seam of my core just right. He twists his hips, scrupulously tapping my distended, needy clit with each descending, hard-pressed grind of his colossal dick.

The man is hung like a stallion, and whereas I should be afraid of him impaling me with it, I find that I’m thrilled and can’t wait to discover how it’ll feel when he drives into me with his large girth.

“Shit,” he snarls, his voice cracks as he propels his shaft further into my panties which hinder him from breaching my center. I can feel his immense hardness through the flimsy fabric. My nails dig into his shoulders as my desire to have him inside of me rages.

“Please,” I beg.

“Please, what, sweetness?”

“I want you inside of me, Cole.”

“All you had to do was simply ask, my beauty.” When I lose the feel of his warmth my body shudders. He inclines on his heels, his ass resting on his calves as he yanks my underwear down my thighs. “Lift your legs straight up into the air, Salem.”

I comply, and he pushes my legs together, sliding his hands up my thighs until they reach my panties. He pushes them upward until they rest on my ankles. He does something with them that I’ve never seen, tying them in some intricate knot around my ankles to where they become bound together.

My core weeps as trickles of my pleasure slide down the cheeks of my ass. I’ve never been so turned on in my life. From there, he tilts my hips upward and plants my toes on the wall near my head. “Stay,” he dictates.

“Yes, sir,” I breathlessly reply.

He harshly grabs his dick in his hands, enough so that if I didn't know better, I would say is painful, then proceeds to rub his cockhead through my slickened wetness, lubricating his shaft for an unobstructed glide. My head digs into the pillow as he inserts a quarter of an inch inside of me.

“Cole,” I pant.

“In due time, sweetheart. I need to stretch you out a little at a time, so I don’t hurt you,” he throatily remarks.

Lust, need, and desire rules my common sense. So, what comes out of my mouth next is something I never in a million years thought I’d ask for. “Hurt me, Cole. Please. I need you inside of me.”

“No,” he barks. “I’ll never hurt you if I can prevent it.” When he shoves himself away from me, I nearly cry, disgusted with myself, thinking that what I asked for was too much for him to deal with and he was giving up on his claim. “I’ll never treat you like one of the bunnies. You mean too much to me.”

I should slap him silly for bringing those easy bitches into this, I can’t stand a single one of them, but the meaning behind his words are more meaningful than the topic of them is.

“Cole,” I whisper.

“Shush now, baby. Let me take care of you.”

Biting my lip, I become mesmerized and dizzy.

I’m drunk on lust by what he’s doing to my quivering, achy body.

The feel of his lips as they drag down the back of my thighs, the way his tongue leaves a trail behind its wake has my back arching as he closes in on my center.

Eagerness to have him place his mouth on my core is also frustrating because I can’t spread my legs, due to my ankles being bound together, in order to give him easier access to where I need his attention the most.

My limbs shake uncontrollably as his hot breath caresses the outer shell of my pussy.

“Keep your legs clamped together, Salem.”

I nod my head, there’s no way I can speak intelligently without begging for him to stop torturing me.

“That’s my girl,” he murmurs, dragging his finger through my sleek folds. He pushes my pelvis together as he digs in.

The first swipe of his tongue has me mewling. My hips lift, offering myself to him. He licks, sucks, and nips on my folds as he teases my clit by steering clear from touching it.

“Cole,” I admonish, growing restless of his pesky taunting.

“Tell me what you need, Salem.”

“I need you to suck my clit, Cole.” Does he simply suck my clit? No, he devours it. Possesses it. Absorbs it to the point where I don’t know where I begin, and he ends. He makes us one being. Turning my body into a shaky, trembling mess.

Sweat drips down my temples, my back is soaked with perspiration from the way he’s played my body like it's a finely tuned guitar. A strung instrument that only he knows how to strum and pluck to get the right tune.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” I chant as my head thrashes from one side to the other. Pleasure zings throughout my body. My orgasm climbs until it peaks, where I shout his name as the spasms from my release wrack my body.

POWERHOUSE

Reaching up, I unwind Salem’s panties from her ankles and lower her legs. I massage them, helping the circulation flow to where she doesn’t experience the pins and needles as her blood current reawakens and courses through her vessels.

Our eyes meet and the way her eyes are hooded unravels me.

“Hands and knees, baby.”

Shakily, she turns over and I help lift her up to where her ass is in the air and the pretty pink petals of her pussy are on full display. The way she’s glistening has me hungry, ravenous, and ready to impale her.

Lining myself up with her entrance, I glide my cock into the depths of her sheath.

When I’m balls deep inside of her she pants, “You’re so deep. Fuck, you’re big.”

I stall, giving her a chance to catch her breath and adjust to my size. When I feel her walls open up, I pull my hips back to where the head of my dick kisses her entrance then shove back inside to the hilt. “Yes,” I hiss. My self-restraint is shot. Her pussy clamps down on me, hugging my shaft, and snuggling me tightly. My dick kisses her womb before I pull away then thrust back into her.

Gripping her hips, I retract my pelvis then cram my way back inside. Push. Pull. Swivel. Repeat. Over and over again, I pound away inside of her, jamming my dick into her like my life depends on it.

When my spine begins to prickle and my balls draw up, I yank myself out of her and roll her onto her back. I want to see her face, look into her eyes when I reach my climax. I want her to not only feel what she does to me, but see it as well.

She places the palm of her hand on me and guides me back into her opening. The friction of her hand touching me has me counting to ten in order not to shoot my load. Our eyes clash as I press back inside. My pulse quickens as each thrust and clench of her pussy nudges me that much closer to my orgasm.

The traction of my cock being embraced by her pulsating walls pulls the seed from my balls. Together, as if we’d orchestrated it, we come together. Each one of us calling out the other’s name.

Euphoria.

I’ve never experienced anything like this with another woman.

* * *

With Salem cuddled in my arms, the weight of her body nestled into mine, comforting me, both of us fight through the exerted loss of oxygen in order to catch our breath.

A foreign feeling streams through me.

Love.

It hits me like a sledgehammer when I recognize what it is.

I’m in love with Salem, and seeing as I’ve never felt that emotion toward a woman, I’m not sure how to broach the subject.

Is it the right time?

Is it too soon?

Should a woman’s old man tell her how he feels after taking her for the first time?

Endless questions float through my mind and I’m fumbling.

I’m at a loss of what the right thing is to do here.

Now, I’m feeling trepidation.

I’ve somewhat cared about the women I’ve bedded in the past, they’ve always given me carnal pleasure which I’ve returned without abandon.

They’ve scratched my itch and I’ve scratched theirs.

No strings of attachment have ever been promised.

I’ve never made commitments to a woman before, not when it comes to a potential, future relationship between me and a female… not until Salem.

But this? Her? She far exceeds any of those misplaced emotions I thought I’d felt before. With her, I want everything. I crave it.

“You alright, Cole? It looks like you’re having some pretty powerful thoughts there.”

“What makes you ask that, babe?”

“Your nose is scrunched, your forehead is wrinkled, your eyes are cloudy, and you’re scowling,” she casually remarks as her fingers stroke up and down my abs. “All of that suggests that there’s something rolling around in your mind.”

“That’s pretty observant of you,” I say in a teasing manner. “What else makes you wonder if I’m sorting through some things?”

“Well, your body tensed, then your hand stopped moving,” she states. My woman is not only perceptive, but she’s smart as fuck. She’s very vigilant when it comes to breaking things down and making sure all of the pieces of a puzzle fit together. Her detective skills are on point.

She may have pursued the wrong career.

“I’m gonna put myself out there and be honest with you,” I tell her, admitting my hesitations. “I’ve never entirely pledged myself to a woman before you, and I’m going through a variety of different emotions here. There’s a word that I’ve never said to another human being outside of my mother, and I’m struggling to say the word.”

“I understand those strings of emotions, Cole. I have that same word drifting through my head too. Then you have to wonder, is it too soon? Is this really what I’m feeling? Am I sure it’s not just sexual attraction?”

“Exactly,” I concur. “Is it too soon, Salem? I’m a bit lost here.”

“Let’s just leave it for now until we’re both one-hundred-percent positive, okay? I don’t need the words, Cole. We’re just now discovering who we are together as a couple. We’ll make sure we’re on solid ground before we go tossing out words and phrases that would hurt the other if we take them back.”

“As long as you know and are aware that that’s where I’m going. I’m committed to you, and only you. I meant what I said earlier, it’ll only ever be you.”

“I believe you, Cole. And I want you to know that I’m feeling the same way.”

“Let’s get some shut eye. I’ve gotta be up in a couple of hours to touch base with the guys.”

“I am worn out. Someone couldn’t keep his hands to himself,” she giggles. “Night, Cole.”

“Night, sweetness.”