“And sc…oh…” she managed to say, cut off as CJ entered her. He didn’t push particularly hard but she was so slick with excitement that a good four inches carved their way in with no effort at all. He was big…oh God he was big.
“Did you…say something Sandra dear?” he said smoothly. She’d never heard a more arrogant voice in her life.
Yes! She’d said ‘and scene.’ She’d said the safe words…almost. And it was time to stop! For fuck’s sake woman…
“No,” she heard her own voice from somewhere far away, “Nothing.”
“Good,” he replied, then pushed deeper. Cat arched her back as another inch of that thick knob entered her, then another and another. He’d already reached as far as Graham normally did but he kept going and as more of him slid inside her, Cat wondered if it would ever stop. Then finally, he hilted in her and all she could was breathe, her chest heaving with excitement as she gripped the duvet beneath her.
He was so fucking big! Oh God this was wrong…how had he even managed to get it all in? It didn’t hurt, she just felt stretched but the feeling of it was breath-taking. He was buried in her deeper than anyone had ever gone, deeper than she thought it was possible to get and her body was singing it’s ecstasy to her. Every lover she’d ever had in her life had been just as slow when they first entered her, but that was because they were hesitant and unsure. CJ wasn’t, he’d glided into her like it was nothing at all. She opened her eyes to look at him and could tell; he knew he was making her feel good, he needed no reassurance at all.
Lying helpless on her back, she watched as CJ reached down and hooked one of her legs up at a ninety degree angle, allowing him to slip into her by a few centimetres more. Cat’s body began trembling and she almost came right then but managed to hold on. CJ was rock solid in her but he’d stopped moving, instead he was casually unbuttoning his shirt with his free hand. He’d speared right into the core of her being and now he was taking his time, leaving her to wrestle with the conflicting thoughts of adultery and physical need. Tell him to stop, make him pull out…no, it’s too good, just leave it in for a few seconds more…
For what seemed like an age she watched him undo the buttons then shrugged his shirt open. He pushed it off his free arm, then with some careful movements removed it from the other and cast it aside, letting her see him completely naked for the first time. He was in remarkably good shape for a man his age, his body was muscular and toned and you could replace his head with that of a younger man and it wouldn’t look out of place.
He glanced at her face and saw her watching him. That winning smile returned to his face.
“Hi,” she panted, begging him with her eyes to start fucking her.
CJ said nothing. Still with her leg hooked up, he reached between her legs with his free hand and gently stroked her. A warm and exotic sensation of illicit pleasure rushed through her as he expertly played with her wetness. She gave a few gasps of desire before he stopped, then lifted his wet fingers to her mouth. She sucked them clean, tasting herself on him. Then CJ moved his hand to the side of her face, cupped her cheek lovingly and gave the first thrust.
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