He's So Big And I'm So Small

Being in his arms made me feel so very small. Blake was big and he was muscular, should have been on the damn football team with a body like this.

I wondered, for the briefest of instants, whether I could actually pull away. I knew that my body wouldn’t let me, but I would he?

If I pulled back now would he respect my wishes or had we gone too far? Would he tighten his grip when I squirmed? If I broke away would he grab my wrist and drag me back? If I tried to run would he catch me? Would he drag me into the bushes? Would he get his way no matter what?

Maybe that was what I wanted. Just have the choice taken away from me so I didn’t have to think about it and could just check it off. Maybe… Maybe I needed to be taken.

I wanted it. I wanted to give myself to him in full. I wanted these hands of his that were staying so decent to become positively unforgivable. I wanted a man to make me a woman in the most physical of possible ways and I needed it with almost every part of me.

Blake reached up and peeled my hands from their place around his neck. He took hold of one and spun me out before twirling me back and that was how I wound up with my back to his front, his arms closing over me from behind.

They fell on my hips in the end. Gripping into them, into the place where leg meets my body and curling in through the fabric of my dress.

This dress that feels so light on my skin, kissing and flowing over it like water. Making me feel more feminine than I ever could have possibly imagined that I could. Making me feel like a woman.

And giving me such a slight amount of fabric that I could feel every inch of him moving behind me. The brush of his chest against my shoulder blades and the way his hands lightly slipped up and down my body.

Touching and teasing. Building the fire within me. Making me want me even more than I did already which was already nearly too much to bear.

And then he started to move me on him, pulling my ass back into him and grinding me back and forth and up and down. And that was when I could feel it, the hard thickness of it unmistakable against the thrust of my cheeks.

Blake was hard for me. Oh god I was making my bully hard. I could feel him like iron in those pants he was wearing and the moment he knew that I could feel him I felt him throb against me.

Against all instinct, against all decency, I fucking moaned for him.

“You dance real well,” he whispered in my ear, his words curling around and making me shudder, “I want to feel a little more of you now.”

“Oh god,” was all I could say in response, but that was response enough for him to keep on touching me.

One hand stayed on my hips, forcefully making sure that I kept up the movement of my ass against his bulge. The other pushed up over my body, slipping around to the middle and kneading in to the skin of my tummy.

I don’t know how he made me feel so sexy, so fucking desired. But I know that each inch that his hand traveled made me feel it a little more and made me beg that he wouldn’t fucking stop. I loved feeling this way, even if it was coming from the attentions of the last man I ever should have been doing this with.

Up and up he went, painstakingly and excruciatingly slowly. Moving over me and making my breath come in shuddering hitches, making my heart beat a little faster as my head started to get light and dizzy.

And closer and closer he came to my breasts, what I knew was his inevitable destination. He wanted to touch and feel them and I wanted him to as well. I wanted him to squeeze them, to slip those eager fingers of his into my dress and pinch my nipples. I wanted him to have me, full and complete.

My hands pulled at the hem of my dress, tugging it up and curling in under as my nails dragged into the skin of my bare thighs. I had a flash of a vision of tugging it up fully, up to my waist. Of him slipping that hand on my waist down and rushing to push my panties to one side as I reached back to unzip, to release that bulge that was pressing on my ass before he bent me over and took me rough and ready and hard.

Ragged, our lovemaking would be. Barely love at all out here in the dark and the dirt. Just two animals, lost in their passions.

Just two animals, because maybe that’s all we were and maybe that’s all we were meant to be.

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