"Fuck!" he roared, stooping to unlace them.

He hopped on one foot at a time to yank his boots off. All the while, I was cracking up. By the time he got his socks off and kicked his pants away from himself, I was holding my sides. They were aching so bad from my laughter.

He grabbed my waist and lifted me before tossing me onto the bed and pouncing on top of me. His mouth effectively silenced my laughter. Wiggling his hips, he situated himself snugly between my legs and ground his throbbing hard-on against me.

The feel of his nearly naked body pinning me down beneath him was heaven. As he pressed his burning torso and chest into mine, I snaked my arms around him, tightly clasping him to me. He trailed kisses down my neck and to my breasts, kissing, licking, and sucking on each one. His hands squeezed and massaged them, making them swell and ache deliciously.

I was on fucking fire.

FY-AH!.

"Phil...please!" I cried out.

"Shh..."

I was all for foreplay-I loved it-but I just needed to feel him inside me. I was desperate for it. I was empty and aching. I was hollow.

Phil tugged my underwear down before pulling them off and tossing them. Then, he buried his face between my legs, his tongue sliding its way between the lips. My hands reached down, tugging his hair knot out, and fisted into the thick dark mass. His mouth felt so good. I bowed off the bed, moaning like a porn star.

"Fuck, you're so wet," he said, inserting a finger into me.

I moaned and arched. "Oh fuck!"

He slipped in another digit and began swirling them in slow circles inside me, stretching me.

"Please!" I choked. "Phil, please." I sounded close to tears, my voice cracking on a sob.

Hearing the edge in my voice, he reared back and slid off his boxer briefs. He settled between my legs again, and I gasped at the full naked contact of our bodies. It felt so divine, I had to close my eyes and just revel in the sensation.

His hands came up to frame my face. "Look at me," he said softly.

I opened my eyes to find him looking down at me. His gaze was intense and full of passion and...concern.

"You have to promise me that you'll tell me if I'm hurting you," he said.

"You won't," I stated in return.

"I'm serious."

"So am I."

With his left hand, he positioned himself at my entrance. "Promise me, Kenna."

"I promise," I said promptly. At that exact moment, I would've said anything just to make him happy, so he would push home.

Slowly, so fucking slowly, he started to sink into me, and I could really understand and appreciate his concern. He was fucking huge. I'd never felt anything like it, like him. I felt an intense sort of pressure and a sweet, amazing burn as he stretched me unlike I'd ever been stretched before.

"Oh God!" I whispered.

Phil froze.

"No!" I cried out and arched up, taking a little more of him.

"Fuck," his voice spit.

"Don't stop!" Swallowing hard, I whispered, "You feel so good."

He continued pushing until he was all the way inside, that fat mushroom head of his pressing into some sort of magical point deep within me, something that had never been touched before, something I'd never even knew existed. It sent me into a state of purely raw sensation, and my whole body began to pulse with our combined heartbeats.

"Oh fuck," he groaned, his hand coming up and framing the side of my face once more.

His mouth molded itself down on mine, taking complete and utter possession. His tongue invaded and sweetly tangled with mine-soft, seductive, tasting like paradise.

Never, ever had anything felt so sublime, so amazingly correct. It was as though he'd pushed through me, past a physical barrier, and he had somehow touched my very spiritual center where, while connected to him like this, we truly were One Being. My mind was having a hell of a time computing this while my soul danced for joy, zipping around inside me.

He pulled back, easing out, and then he pushed back in. My legs wrapped around his waist, pulling him deeper.

Oh, holy shit!

He was kissing me, holding my head, and touching my face, driving me completely out of my damn mind.

"Please!" I begged, and grinding against him.

Phil got the gist pretty fucking quickly after that, and he began thrusting more firmly.

"Oh God!" I cried out.

As he pumped a little harder, a little faster, I started peaking.

With each thrust, his cock nudged that spot, pushing me higher and higher, before forcing me to come apart at the seams. I imploded in myself, and in a supernova of shimmering stars and blinding white lights, I came. I pulsed and squeezed, mindlessly flung out among a cosmos of physical bliss. My inner muscles clenched and gripped him so tightly.

Above me, he gasped.

Inside me, I felt him getting harder, growing thicker. He was fucking engorged and stretching me to the limits.

"God, Kenna," he groaned. "Oh fuck!"

Swept up in a wave of passion similar to my own, I saw his face contorting into a twist of agony and bliss. He rose up on his hands, his back bowing.

"Oh God, I can't..." his voice roughly ground out. He began pounding into me with long hard strokes. Veins bulged in his neck as his head dropped back.

That has got to be one of the hottest fucking things I have ever seen.

Phil lost it-inside me.

His cock jerked madly, and he let out a roar to bring down the ceiling. His fists bunched into the blankets on either side of my head. Balls deep, he was straining harder to get even deeper as he spurted hot and thick in me.

Breathing harshly, he collapsed on top of me, and I embraced his crushing weight. It took him a few seconds, but he rolled to his side, taking me with him.

Still hard and lodged inside me, he cradled me to him with his left arm behind my back, his right hand coming up to touch my face. His warm eyes searched in mine.

He swallowed thickly. "Are you..." He could hardly speak.

"I'm fine. More than fine. That was..."

"Yeah, it was. There ain't words for what that was. Are you sure I didn't hurt you at all?"

"No pain, babe. Why do you keep thinking there would be?"

"I've never really done that-had it all inside," he explained, his eyes darting away from mine.

Really? Odd.

"Well, I'm glad you did with me."

"I never knew it could be like...that," he said, awe threading through his voice.

"Me neither," I said and sighed.

"Shame it was so quick. I just couldn't hold back."

I laughed. "Yeah, but we have all night."

"I love your laugh," he said before kissing me. "It makes me so happy just to be able to listen to it. It's one of my favorite sounds."

Jeez, the shit he says to me. He was gruffly romantic and so wonderful.

Though it'd started out sweet and gentle, his kisses quickly ignited a burning arousal between us. I felt him thickening and growing harder inside me.

So good.

He pushed himself deeper, pulling my leg over his hip.

In a smooth move, he rolled us until he was lying on his back. He held me up before slowly lowering me down the length of him. I sank in one luscious long stroke, taking him all the way until he hit that one fucking spot. Moaning, I spread my legs wider, taking him just a little deeper, reveling in the sound of his hot groan.

Rotating my pelvis, I ground against him with delicious slow circles, his pubic bone rubbing wondrously against my clit. His hands clutched my hips, squeezing, and in response, I lifted and sank back down.

"Ah, fuck," he softly said.

Taking his hands, I placed them over my breasts. He squeezed gently, thumbing my nipples into hard points. The sensations shot down to my groin. I started riding him, wanting my building orgasm to hold off just a little while longer. That secret sensitive place only he had ever touched was positively singing within me, taking me up in a steady crescendo.

One hand reached up to cup my face, his thumb brushing over my parted lips. It slipped past my teeth to stroke a sensuous circle over my tongue, and I sucked it in, my hand reaching up and holding his wrist to keep it there.

My eyes met his heated gaze. That spot inside me threw off sparks, and there was no holding back. I was coming, my hips pumping and straining on their own. His hands grabbed mine, bracing me, supporting me, helping me ride out this mind-blowing orgasm. My head dropped back as I unleashed a guttural cry from deep, deep inside. My eyes closed as I surrendered to this bliss.

As the tide of it ebbed, my gait slowed, and I opened my eyes once more to find him staring at me, his eyes wide and his jaw slack.

He rose, one arm bracing his upper body on the bed. The other reached up and tangled in my hair, pulling my head toward his mouth. Phil hungrily kissed me, devouring me. I sucked on his tongue with the same rhythm as I rode him.

"You're so fuckin' beautiful, Kenna," he whispered against my lips. "I love watchin' you come. I love feelin' your cunt grippin' my dick so tight..."

His words and the friction from his cock sparked it again. It shouldn't be possible-I should be well satisfied by this point-but it was building again.

"Do you like having my dick in you, Baby Girl?" His voice quietly demanded an answer as his lips moved over mine.

"Yes."

His hand fisted harder in my hair, pulling until my scalp tingled. He thrust up into me as I bore down.

So good, so good, so good.

I moaned with it.

"Tell me you love it," he demanded fiercely.

"I love it, Phil," I gasped. I love you.

"You love it when I fill you up. No one can fill you like I do."

I was so close. "Oh fuck."

He pulled my head back, his mouth touching my ear. "Say it."

"I love it when you fill me, only you."

He thrust up again, pressing hard into that spot. It made me whimper.

"You feel so amazin'." His voice ground out.

I moaned. It was starting to hit me hard.

"Fuck, I can feel it. I fuckin' love it. Love it."

He pumped harder, short little thrusts that drove me out of my fucking skull.

"Oh God!" I cried out as my orgasm exploded through me.

Fireworks, cannon bursts, atomic fucking bombs shot off mind-numbing orgasmic waves that pulsed from my cunt through my entire body, rocking me to my foundation. It was so intense that it bordered on excruciating.

Just incredible.

I collapsed onto his chest, sinking my teeth into his shoulder. He tightly held me, crushing me to him, as he fell back, helping me ride it out.

"That's it, Kenna. Take it," he coaxed silkily. "Take it all."

Once I recovered, I sat back up and started riding him-hard. I wanted him to be as mindless as he had made me.

"Oh fuck," he growled through clenched teeth. His hands grasped my ass, his fingers biting deep into my flesh.