Bruce, Love, Fucking, Sex, kissing, Romance, Bed, Trip to Cabin
DAVID 251
I tried to scamper away. Before I bolted, there had been several hundred pounds of muscle moaning and gasping beneath me, and I could make it kick and tremble with the touch of a finger, and that huge, straining, dripping cock was like a gun ready to go off with just a touch from my hand or my tongue. And now he had me by the ankle. He dragged me back into his arms and he pinned me down.
"Ohhh....my...GOD!" he howled. "You got me goin' like a buckin' bronco!"
I laughed. And oh what a sight he was. As dangerous and hungry as a tiger, and yet playful with his hair falling onto his forehead. I smoothed it back gently and drank in his handsomeness as he smiled at me. Yet, it was an uneasy smile, the smile of someone trying to control himself.
"What do you want?" I asked lovingly and gently.
"Nothin'" he said. "Just to be here with you."
We kissed. I heard a tiny moan escape him. I held his head in my hands. "I know what you want," I said.
He blushed.
"I want it," I said.
Like a big cat, he nuzzled his hair under my chin, but he gave no answer.
"David," I said. I held his head steady again. "I want it. I've always wanted it. And I can take it. I can."
"I don't have to," he said.
"I know," I said. "But I've always dreamed of having you inside me, and of hearing you gasp in pleasure."
"Well!" he laughed. "What was that you just did?"
I rubbed the back of his neck and brought his face closer. "Please? I want you to do it to me."
He looked away and turned his face down and I barely heard him whisper, "I don't want to hurt you." I made him look at me again, and I kissed his cheek.
He gave me a crooked smile and said, "Sometimes being a big boy isn't all it's cracked up to be."
"Oh no!" I exclaimed with a smile. "I like you just the way you are."
"Ya do?"
I nodded. "I promise. I can take it. And I want it."
"I'll go slow."
"Okay," I said. "But please..." I pulled his shoulders closer until our faces were touching. I don't know why it was so hard for me to say, but I could only whisper it. "Please..." I looked into his eyes. "You said I was like a gazelle."
He smiled.
"Be a tiger. Take me." My voice faded to a whisper. "Fuck me." I looked into his eyes. "Gently at first, and then I want to feel all your strength. Please. I want it."
He kissed me passionately for a long time, and during that time he slowly slid forward until his cock touched my hole. I whimpered, not from fear, but from desperation. I tried to scoot down to take it in, but he wouldn't let me. For the longest time, he just kissed me and licked me and pressed his cock against my hole.
I almost regretted having pinned him down and having played with his chest to the point of driving him into a frenzy, because now he was driving me mad. I felt the heat from his rigid pole on my quivering hole, and as I struggled, I felt the moistness. I begged him to give it to me, and he advanced just an inch and I was grateful for it, like someone starving who'd been given a scrap of food. Slowly, he pushed the head of his cock halfway into me, and my butt just craved him. I ordered him to fuck me, and he gave me his tongue. I begged him again for more, and he advanced an inch, to the point where I could feel the fullness of the head of his cock almost completely in me. I wanted half an inch more. I wanted to feel my ass lips grip his throbbing rod. I wanted to clutch his rump and feel those meaty globes beneath my hands as they drove that hot pole in and out, in and out. I pleaded with him to fuck me, and he licked my neck. I sobbed and begged him again to fuck me. I rested my feet on the backs of his thighs and tried to pull him forward.
He was being so careful, but finally, I felt the head of his cock invade me fully. He lowered his chest onto mine. I was sobbing in ecstasy, still trying to pull him forward with my hands and feet. His mouth was on my neck, and then I felt him tilt his hips back in preparation for the first thrust.
2006