He's inside me in what feels like a second, though there's red tape involved, his own pants coming down, the physical positioning. It's all like rain falling on a hot day, gentle and slightly and evaporating before it's realized. He's hot and thick inside me, buried to the hilt, balls deep, as they say.
He's as intense as I imagined, maybe more so, though my body is still quick to adjust. I can feel him pressing, feel him as he works a few small thrusts. Hot and wide and filling. He's not quite large enough to make a mark on my stomach, but I still slide a hand down there, pressing down into my lean stomach as I push back against him, coaxing him further. Wanting him to move more, to take me as roughly as I imagine he wants to.
"Oh fuck," I lean further over the table, using the angle to arch back against him, grant him even a fraction more room inside me. "Don't... don't hold back. I can take it..."
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Date: 2012-06-23 06:44 am (UTC)He's as intense as I imagined, maybe more so, though my body is still quick to adjust. I can feel him pressing, feel him as he works a few small thrusts. Hot and wide and filling. He's not quite large enough to make a mark on my stomach, but I still slide a hand down there, pressing down into my lean stomach as I push back against him, coaxing him further. Wanting him to move more, to take me as roughly as I imagine he wants to.
"Oh fuck," I lean further over the table, using the angle to arch back against him, grant him even a fraction more room inside me. "Don't... don't hold back. I can take it..."