No more holding back for these two—the smut-iest of smut is ahead! I hope I did them justice after so much tension and repression…
Millie quickly got her bearings as they arrived at her living room sofa—now she understood! But John seemed to have lost his. He was still holding her hand, but his eyes had left her and he was staring down at the couch, his brow furrowed with indecision.
Well, then. If he wouldn't make the next move, she would. His forceful restraint on her arms had given her body something to hold against, finally allowing it to purge itself of the restlessness that had been tormenting her. Struggle had given way to surrender and she had wanted it, reveled in it at the time. But now that she was free, she would do as she pleased.
She held his face between her hands, pulling his gaze back to her. Meeting his eyes for a moment, she gave a little nod (now trust me) then tugged him down to her as she also strained up on her toes, firmly bringing their lips back together. As she felt him relax and respond, she reached between them and brought her hand to his hardness, stroking the length of it with her palm.
He instantly broke away from her mouth and hissed a sharp breath in, ecstasy contorting his features. She smiled a wicked little smile to see him undone, and cupped him more firmly. But, then she let out a surprised gasp of her own as his hand flashed out to snatch her wrist and force her away from him…
Their eyes met, each assessing the strength of the others' will, determining who would end up in control….
John let it stand for a moment, unsure what measure of force was still appropriate or wanted. He had his answer when she mischievously quirked her eyebrow up at him: a challenge. He felt his lips twist into an answering smirk as he resolved to take full advantage of his height and strength…
Using his grip on her wrist as leverage, he roughly pushed her down in the direction of the couch. She went without resistance, eagerly settling herself on her back, her long hair spayed across the cushion. He quickly followed, pushing her legs further apart with his knee and wedging his hips between them.
"Good girl," he breathed in her ear as he let go of her wrist.
Millie shivered. Why did his words send such an intense ache and wetness straight to her sex?
"Mmmmm," she agreed as she ran her hands over his upper arms, feeling the strength in them as he strained to hold himself above her.
She watched his eyes take in the sight of her on her back…lingering on her breasts. Her t-shirt had half-fallen back over the one he had exposed earlier, leaving only the underside peeking out from the lopsided hem. An impatient noise came from the back of his throat and he began to push and pull her shirt up as far as could, uncovering most of her torso, then took both of her bare breasts in his hands, squeezing them roughly…almost too roughly. As he pinched one nipple hard, she winced, and made a little sound of protest. Immediately, he softened his touch and gave her a long, sensual kiss…As his tongue swirled in her mouth and the backs of his fingers glided along the underside of her breast, she relaxed and her hands came up to hold his head, burying her fingers in his dark hair.
After a minute of his slow, erotic kisses and softer caresses, she began to feel the renewed need for passion. She tightened her fingers in his hair, pulling slightly. Again, he responded as if he could read her mind and growled into her mouth, pushing himself harder between her legs. She met his movement by grinding against him with equal pressure, breaking away from their kiss and throwing her head back. Without hesitation, he began covering her neck and jaw in wet, open mouthed kisses…
"Ohhhhh, now! Please….now!"
John felt his cock give a desperate throb and he pulled away from her throat with an approving moan, beyond ready to bury himself inside her. But then he checked, daunted by the amount of clothing still in the way. Quickly, he reached for the button of her jeans, needing to feel her naked skin against him…
He dealt with the zipper, then hooked his fingers into the top of her jeans, catching underneath the waistband of her underwear as well, and yanked sharply down. She helped him by shimmying her hips and pulling down, herself. Though he hated to move so far away from her, he reared back, giving her the space she needed to wriggle completely out of her jeans and underwear. He watched in stunned approval as she rid herself of them, discarding them on the floor, then quickly pulled her shirt over her head and flung that away, too…
He had spent the time apart working on his own clothing, but there was a considerable amount of buttons to contend with and his fingers had fumbled in shock and lust to see her undress herself…He was only halfway through undoing his shirt when she came up on her knees, completely naked, to help him.
She took two handfuls of the material and tugged upwards to untuck the bottom of his shirt for him, then started to work at his belt as he finished with the last few buttons and extricated himself from the sleeves. Her hands brushed over his arousal as she succeeded in unbuttoning and unzipping his pants and he groaned at the contact…
Hooking her fingers into his belt loops, Millie lay back and pulled him down with her. She opened her legs wide to accommodate him as he found his place on top of her. Then she stretched and reached, pushing his pants and underwear down over his hips, just enough so that he could free himself. She was done waiting, she wanted him now!
Finally feeling his cock against the bare sensitive skin of her sex, she couldn't resist the urge to move her hips and create some friction between them. But she was so wet that he almost slid inside her just from that small movement…
John hissed in a sharp breath, and his hand involuntarily reached out to push down on her hip and keep her still. He wanted this to be intentional. He wanted to savor it…
Once he was sure that she wouldn't move again, he cautiously took his hand from her hip and brought it up to her face in a soft caress. Her eyes were tightly closed in frustrated desire, but he wanted them open—he wanted to see her pleasure. Sliding around to cup the back of her neck, he gave it a gentle shake.
"Look at me…"
She fluttered her eyes open and looked at him. Holding her gaze, he kept his one hand where it was under her head as he positioned himself with his other. Then he slowly began to push into the warm, wet tightness of her…
As determined as he had been to watch her face while he took her, he still could not keep his eyes from drifting closed at the overwhelming sensation of his cock being enveloped by her softness. He continued on, burying himself to the hilt with a groan…
Fully inside her, he held still for a moment…it had been so long!
Millie arched her back, pressing herself into his first slow thrust. She could feel the hard push of his cock all the way up in her stomach, he filled her so completely. It was a strange and unfamiliar sensation, and she realized it had never been quite like this, not with…
Unwilling to follow the thought any further, she moaned in encouragement for John to continue…The many months without had built up such a need that she was a little afraid at the urgency of her desperation…it had been so long!
But he held back, keeping himself completely still inside her. She whimpered and squirmed, but he didn't respond…
"Please… John!"
His eyes flew open and again connected with hers. Letting out a shakey breath, he nodded and started to move. She felt him pull out, slowly, almost to the tip—then without warning, he slammed himself back in, forcefully. A jolt of pleasure shot through her and she instinctively cried out. His mouth came down to cover hers, swallowing up the last of her cry with a deep kiss. Then he began to thrust, rhythmically. She moved her hips in sync with his, and clung to his shoulders.
"Wrap your legs around me! Do it now…" he rasped into her ear. She obeyed, bringing her legs up and around his hips. He responded by hooking his hand under her left knee and hitching her leg up even higher. The new angle caught something just right inside of her and she gasped. There was an orgasm beginning to build in her lower stomach, intensifying with every thrust…She buried her face into the crook of his neck, whimpering and grinding her hips in time with his…
John realized with surprise that she was already close and slightly increased the tempo of his thrusts to help her along. But she seemed…almost afraid…
"Yes…let go, love. I've got you…"
Millie felt the effects of his whispered words deep inside, where her pleasure was building…and again, the sound of his voice did something to her…It brought her over the edge, and her whole body began to tighten…Her legs locked around him, her hips faltered, her back arched, her breasts tingled and she gave a high pitched cry as she came…
Though she had lost the rhythm in her orgasm, John had not. He kept his pace steady, still holding back a bit, waiting for the right time to let go, himself. He knew that she had been just as sex-starved as him, and was determined for her to have her fill of pleasure. Her orgasm had been too quick, too easy…He watched carefully for his moment…
When she sighed and dreamily opened her eyes, he began to thrust harder, deeper. Letting his instinct to fuck have its way in his body, he continued to increase his pressure and pace until he found himself pounding into her, roughly.
"I'm not done with you…come for me again…"
"I don't know if I can…"
He reconsidered, wondering if he'd been wrong…But, no…her breath was starting to pick up speed, and her face was flushed and scrunched up in renewed pleasure. She had more in her…
Remembering how well she'd responded when he had suckled at her against the wall, he put his mouth to her breast and brought her nipple into it, pulling and sucking in the same rhythm as his thrusts…She moaned, desperate now, but frustrated—chasing something she could almost catch hold of…
He was quite desperate himself, his own pleasure building almost unbearably (he would hold out for her!)…An idea came to him…He took her right hand, prying her clenched fingers away from his arm, and brought it to her own most sensitive spot…
"You touch yourself, at night? Hmmm? When you're alone? Well, do it for me now…Show me what you do in the dark…"
Even in her desperation, Millie hesitated. Could she really…? But, oh God! His cock kept pounding into her, her breath came in short gasps, and she was shaking from head to toe…
Her fingers began to move on her clit, following his pace as her thrust within her. He growled in approval when he noticed. She squeezed her eyes shut so tight that she saw stars and something started to break inside her…
She could barely think to keep her fingers moving as her orgasm took possession of her. Her stomach clenched, forcing a guttural moan through her throat and for a time she knew nothing but the pounding of her heart, the pleasure in her belly and the blackness behind her eyes. Then she collapsed back, utterly spent and panting.
John watched her orgasm in awe, almost forgetting about his own until it took hold of him…His thrusts went ragged and desperate, losing his rhythm. The pressure that he had been holding back in the pit of his belly, now moved to the tip of his cock, ready to spurt out. He gave one last thrust, as hard and deep as he could manage, and then he came into the wet tightness of her depths. Dropping his forehead onto her chest, he gasped as pleasure still throbbed in his cock. He gave a few more thrusts, using his stomach muscles to push a little more of himself out into her…needing to feel completely emptied…
When there was nothing left in him to give, he heaved—something between a sigh and a moan—and fell forward to rest on top of her. Nuzzling his face against her left breast, he pressed one last kiss onto her nipple.
She mewled, a sweet contented little noise, and brought her fingers up into his hair, lightly holding his head to her. Their mingled breath panted out their exhaustion…
Letting his eyes close, John felt his body relax on top of hers…and before drifting into a sated sleep, there came one last coherent thought…
…In all the time we've spent in confession together…she never admitted to touching herself before…
A shout out to my husband, who lent me his perspective on what sex feels like for someone with a penis! Otherwise, I would have given up and just done the sex scene from Millie's perspective.