1. Marcy's Playground 7 by loyalsock


    Date: 1/27/2017, Categories: First Time Author: loyalsock 

    ... adjust. I squeezed around him, and he groaned. &#034You're so beautiful, Marcy. So perfect. So fucking, incredibly tight.&#034 He slid in a tiny bit more, and I felt a soft giving, a total opening, an acceptance. I looked at him in wonder. He pushed slowly, more, and then he was completely inside of me. I was filled with a feeling of strange fullness. It felt good. Weird, but good. &#034There was no rip,&#034 I said, bewildered. &#034Sometimes that happens,&#034 he said. &#034It just bends, gives, agrees, and then dissolves.&#034 &#034Weird,&#034 I said. He took one of my legs and hooked my thigh around his hip. &#034Miraculous.&#034 He smiled down on me. His face was shining. &#034Oh God, I need you,&#034 he said. &#034No, you don't,&#034 I said automatically. &#034It sure feels like it,&#034 he said. I waited a bit. Was that it? No. In the movies he was supposed to move. But he didn't. He caressed my cheek. &#034I heard a rumor that when couples do it, there's some movement involved,&#034 I said. He smiled. &#034I was just waiting until you were ready.&#034 &#034Thought maybe I'd wait till tomorrow,&#034 I said. &#034Because this part feels so good already.&#034 &#034It will be better next time, I promise.&#034 &#034I wasn't being sarcastic,&#034 I said. &#034This part feels good.&#034 He smiled again. &#034Let's see if we can ...
    ... make it feel better,&#034 he said in a husky voice. Jean-Luc pulled out of me a tiny bit, and pushed back in. &#034Oh,&#034 I moaned. His smile got bigger. He pulled out further, pushed back in. &#034You okay?&#034 he whispered. &#034More than okay,&#034 I said back. Stupendous. Jean-Luc started moving in earnest then, a slow, sensual, in and out rhythm. It was like he was massaging the inside of me, not just down there, but everywhere. I closed my eyes and gave myself up to it. Everywhere turned pink; I was floating on a see of cotton candy. My nipples ached. I heard the sound of skin slapping against skin, and a quiet, a****listic 'unh' sound Jean-Luc was making with each stroke. The smell of sex bloomed up around us, my heat, and his sweat, and pheromones running wild. He pulled my legs up higher. His brows were pulled down tight. His shoulders bunched up under my hands. &#034I'm trying to keep it controlled,&#034 he said, and he sounded like strain personified. &#034You deserve gentle.&#034 &#034I'm okay. Good. Really good. Show me how you would do it if it weren't my first time.&#034 He shook his head slightly. Sweat popped out on his temples. I squeezed my muscles around him. &#034Please,&#034 I said. He bit his bottom lip. The concern was obvious in his eyes, but he took me at my word. He barreled into me harder. Faster.
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