Hands On A Hard Body

My hand drifted from the destination. Well first it stopped just short and then it was pulled back, slowly first but then quickly afterwards.

And I felt my feet leave the ground and I felt him closing his arms around me and I felt myself lifted up once more, turned to face the back of the tent as his arms wrapped around my middle and pulled me to him.

He's so big.

I'm so goddamn small.

I'd never really felt that before. I mean don't get me wrong I'd been around and close to men who were bigger than me. The stranger from the library. Blake. Lucas. Hell even Eddie was bigger than me.

But this man was something else and when I was picked up as if I weighed nothing at all and when I was held to him and his forearms were so thick they were practically bigger than my thighs and when he was moving me as if it was the easiest thing in the world I just felt so tiny.

So feminine.

So very...

I would blush to ever admit this out loud. I would stammer and shake and I would melt into a puddle of shame but as he held me and swung me as if I was nothing and crushed me against him so slight and so easy the only thing I could think, because really there was only one thought in my mind, was how in the hell could I ever manage to get him inside of me.

Inside of me. You know. Inside...

A man like him. So fucking big.

A girl like me. So fucking tiny.

How could I ever fuck a man like him without him splitting me open? How could I ever take even one inch of his cock without him making me scream out from pain? How could I ever...

I know how, of course. I could be as fucking wet as I was right now.

The moment he picked me up I melted for him. I was a puddle of warmth and heat and I just... well it took a whole lot of effort to keep from moaning.

Because god he was so fucking big and I was so fucking tiny and I wanted to test out and see. I wanted to prove to myself that I could take every inch of him, even if it terrified me to my core.

I wanted to prove that I could.

But then...

I was squirming, that was the problem. I was squirming and I shifted and he wasn't ready for it and he was quick but I guess I had put him off balance or maybe...

Well I could feel it pressing against me and I'll confess, I did shimmy my ass against it a little. I pressed back as he pulled me into him and I moved myself just right, just a slow rub up and down because the bulge he had for me that was thickening by the instant was so fucking big against me that I wanted to make it bigger.

Because it could get bigger.

Because it was getting bigger.

And my almost moan was met by an almost moan by him as he shifted and moved and then slipped. He fell down and so did I, mostly because I was entirely at his mercy.

And the ground came up quick but he broke his fall with a hand and did this supremely expert thing of rolling me almost like I was a carpet he was tossing out on the ground and then I was laid down soft on my back and he was on top of me.

And I felt his weight on top of me, not crushing me but keeping me right where I belonged.

Beneath him.

And fucking ready.

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