A man on a mission, he reached for her panties to take them off. She slapped at his hands, causing him to draw back in surprise. “Not so fast, buster. You are seriously overdressed. How about evening things up a bit?"
His eyebrow arched as he considered her words. He looked down at his attire, then back at her. “What would you like for me to remove?"
Oh, she liked this. Smiling broadly, she looked him up and down slowly from head-to-toe as though searching for something. “Get rid of the shirt."
He pulled his shirt free from his jeans, grabbed the hem and pulled it over his head before letting it drop to the floor next to her jeans. He stood awaiting her next command.
Mmm, look at all those muscles. Her eyes traced his bulging shoulders and biceps, straight down to a flat stomach that rippled with muscles. Although he'd been bare-chested with her before, she hadn't been in any condition to appreciate it. She planned to enjoy every minute of it this time.
To Hugh, she appeared to be in a trance. He placed his hands on his waist and waited for her to snap out of it. Finally, tired of waiting, he asked, “Would my lady like me to remove anything else? Or can I get back to what I was doing?"
His words caused her to snap out of her daydream in which she was running her hands and mouth all over his body. She squirmed uncomfortably as her heat index rose and surreptitiously checked her mouth to see if she was drooling. “Your pants.” Her voice broke and she had to say it again. “Take off your pants."
She watched avidly as his hands went to his belt and undid the buckle. He undid the button and pulled down the zipper. Sliding his thumbs into the waistband of his pants, he pulled them down. Once around his feet, he hesitated, clearly remembering what happened to her. “I need to take my boots off first."
"Let me.” She jumped up from the bed and pushed him down to sit on the edge. She bent over with her breasts hanging and grabbed the heel of his boot. Getting a good grip, she gave it a fierce tug. Nothing happened. She looked down, surprised.
"Perhaps if I unzip them first?” he suggested dryly. She looked at him, then at the boot in her hand. His foot hit the floor with a thud as she propped her hands on her hips. Arching her brow, she asked sarcastically, “You couldn't have said anything sooner?"
"I was enjoying the view.” He unzipped both boots and kicked them off before standing and stripping off his jeans. Then he stood before her totally nude. The retort she was going to make died on her lips as she got a good look at him. The man was huge. Talk about being well hung. She didn't see how he had managed to get that monster inside of her.
He watched her eyes grow to the size of saucers. “Don't worry. It will fit."
She looked at it doubtfully. “I can't believe you got that inside of me last night.” Fully erect, his penis reached to his navel. She wasn't an expert on these things, but he had to be at least nine inches.
He hooked an arm around her waist and fell back onto the bed with her on top. He quickly flipped them so that she lay on her back with him on top. He made a place for himself between her legs, bracing on his forearms above her. “We fit. We were made to fit together.” Not giving her any further opportunity to think about it, he lowered his head and kissed her. He already knew that she loved his kissed. His kissed her deeply, pouring all of his passion for her into it.
She forgot about everything but his mouth on hers, and the feel of his hard body pressing into hers. She wrapped her legs around him, rubbing her cloth-covered mound against his erection. Her hands came up and cupped the sides of his face, holding his mouth against hers as she fell head long into the passionate kiss.
Their mouths stayed fused together until their oxygen supply ran short. She snatched her mouth away from his, needing to breathe as his mouth traveled down her body to her breast. When his mouth latched onto it, she gave a keening cry as her back left the bed. Oh god, she hadn't known her breast were so sensitive.
She pushed against his head, trying to push him off. It was too much. The sensation was too intense. Hugh grabbed her hands and pinned them to the bed above her head. Holding her in place with one hand, he went back to plundering her breast. Back and forth he went, suckling deeply on one and then the other, while Mary Elizabeth went crazy beneath him.
She bucked against him, her chest heaving. Her head thrashed from side-to-side. Hugh tightened his grip on her hands and suckled more deeply on her breast, until with a scream she came violently beneath him. Damn, that was hot. He loved that he could make her come just by sucking on her breast.
"Again!” He commanded her. “Do it again.” He continued playing with her breast until she came again, sobbing beneath him.
As she was deep in the throes of her second orgasm, he released her hands and ripped the underwear from her body. Settling back on his heels, he grasped her beneath her knees and pulled her body forward until her pussy lay open and exposed. Lifting her by her hips, he thrust forward, trying to ram himself all the way home. She was too tight. He only sank a couple of inches before he was forced to stop.
Her orgasm was working against him, tightening muscles that were already tight. He began pumping his hips, working his way in a little bit deeper each time. Mary Elizabeth lay at an angle with his thighs supporting her back, and her shoulders touching the bed. Her arms were spread out to the sides, helping her balance. Had Hugh been a smaller man, in this position her feet would have touched the bed, giving her a little bit of leverage. As it was, her legs dangled in the air behind him.
He hit a spot that caused her breath to catch. Recognizing it for what it was, he adjusted his grip on her body and began working her g-spot, over and over. As he manipulated her body, her hands clawed the bedspread as she tried to gain purchase. She wanted to move, to thrust, to do something, but she was afraid is she did anything she'd cause him to miss that spot, the one that was making her crazy with pleasure.
"Please. Just a little bit more.” She could feel the pressure building. Everything in her began tightening. It was a little bit scary, how intense everything was. She unconsciously began to fight against him.
"Oh, no, you don't.” Hugh locked her body against him, preventing her from moving as he worked that one spot mercilessly.
"Stop! Please, Hugh. It's too much. I can't take it. I can't.” It would kill her. No one could handle this much pleasure and survive. Already her heart was trying to beat its way out of her chest.
"You can, baby. You will. Come for me.” He wasn't about to stop now, not when she was this close. He wouldn't allow her to give into fear and draw back from him. “Come now,” he demanded in a growl.
As though his permission were all she needed, she felt her body bear down hard on his cock. Her eyes went wild as she felt something break loose inside and a gush of fluid released. She shook all over, like a person in the midst of a seizure.
Hugh lost it as he felt her ejaculate. His beast broke free as he partially shifted. His eyes changed and began to glow. Claws sprouted from his fingers and he grimaced as his incisors lengthened and sharpened. His cock increased in mass and size as he pounded into her, using every bit of the strength in his body, his balls slapping against her behind with each forward thrust. He was out of control.
Mary Elizabeth closed her eyes, gripped the bed and hung on for dear life. With each thrust, her breasts bounced. He was so deep it felt like he was at the back of her throat. With each thrust, he butted against her cervix. She couldn't decided if it was pleasure or pain she was feeling, possibly a complicated blend of both. She opened her mouth to tell him to take it easy, to explain that he was hurting her and screamed instead. Another orgasm crashed over her from out of nowhere. She clawed at the bed, her body strung tight as a bow as he continued to hammer.