Swimming Pool Crush

I whimpered as he pushed into me, my hips sinking down into his worn bachelor pad mattress. He leaned forward as he began to thrust; his broad shoulders pressed my legs up until my knees were folded almost to my chest, allowing his considerable length to fully enter me. I moaned uncontrollably, feeling the texture of his thick velvety shaft pushing in and out.

Without thinking, I reached my hands up and caressed his waist, feeling the muscles flex as he crushed me against the mattress. I felt my engagement ring press against his rippling back, and thought briefly of Mike. I expected to suppress a twinge of guilt, but was too distracted by the waves of warm pleasure radiating from the man's cock. How could this incredible feeling be wrong? I deserved to explore a little fun before being tied down, didn't I? And maybe, if this beautiful, powerfully built man decided he liked me...

I looked up at his rugged face, his expression full of focus and intent on what he was doing to me. I couldn't quite even believe this was happening, that my swimming crush of months ago had my naked body pinned under him, was plowing me deeper than I'd thought possible. I'd lost hope in my girlish fantasies of him back then, when he'd flashed me his wedding band; I had never expected him to come back after months, separated from his wife, let alone - ohhh, I moaned again - let alone this. Incredibly, that had been just a few blurry hours ago; I couldn't even remember how he'd gotten me so quickly and easily into bed. Maybe I'd been a little too eager, I worried. He hadn't cared at all that I'd told him I was engaged; he was a man who took what he wanted.

"Hey," I said breathily, meeting his intense gaze. "I don't know your name."

"It's Noah," he groaned between thrusts. "What's yours?"

I was so happy to learn his name. Noah was the man from the pool, the man who could do this to me, who was doing this to me. "Jules," I gasped out in reply.

"Nice to meet you, Jules," Noah said with a cocky, teasing tone, his erection swelling inside me. I giggled and moaned; I could tell he liked the feeling of having conquered me without even learning my name, and I was happy to give it to him. He leaned in close; I felt the intimacy of his hot breath and gazed at his face, his mouth, his magnificent shoulders, in awe and adoration. I wanted desperately to kiss him, to belong to him. He hovered his mouth by mine for an unbearably long moment, making me wait for it, before finally crushing our lips together into an agonizingly sweet kiss. I felt his muscled chest press into my breasts, and my whole body seemed to shiver.

Almost as if he could sense I was close, he started plowing into me with more force, until his loins were slapping against my ass and the backs of my thighs with each thrust. I cried out and gripped his back; the pain and pleasure from being filled so deep were overwhelming.

"Can your fiancé hit you this deep?" Noah asked throatily, staring down at me. "Ungggh," I moaned in surprise at his arrogance. It should've froze me, but it somehow turned me on even more. I didn't want to disrespect Mike, but felt I had to be honest.

"N-no," I managed to get out, "He's not -- ohhh -- not as big as you." He just grunted and didn't reply; I felt like he expected more from me.

"He can't, unnhhhh, can't make me feel like - this." Then I came, a deep shudder of ecstasy and release through my whole body. Noah changed nothing, the authority of his hard pole keeping steady rhythm as I convulsed around it, writhing and screaming out underneath him.

The orgasm felt like it lasted forever, leaving me a trembling puddle. I was hardly aware of what was happening as he pulled out and flipped me around onto my hands and knees, my body limp and pliable to his firm hands. As he gripped my hips to slide back inside me, I arched my back to feel his length as much as possible, letting out a low, animalistic sound. He began to thrust again, slowly increasing in force; I felt my firm ass jiggle slightly against him with the impact of each full penetration. I liked the sensation, and he obviously did too, as he spanked me once, then again. I gave him a loud moan with each slap, relishing the feeling of my body being his to use. I tried to reach a hand back to him, but almost lost balance and quickly resigned myself to concentrating on pushing my ass back into his increasingly powerful strokes.

Staring at the headboard and mattress, I tried to imagine the view he had, pushing in between my buttocks, what he was feeling as he looked down on himself entering me over and over. I hoped he was turned on, that my body pleased him. It was to impress him that I'd committed to swimming every day to tone up my shape - and now here I was, in the culmination of all my effort, hoping I'd done good enough. I wanted desperately to make him feel as good as other women surely had, as good as he had made me feel.

"Do you like it?" I asked, panting, trying to twist to look at him. "Does it - ahhh - does it feel good for you?" He only grunted, but wrapped his hands around the sides of my waist and started thrusting harder. The incredible pleasure built inside me again, and I couldn't form any more words. As I reached another climax, I cried out his name clawed fistfuls of sheets. He gave a few last violent thrusts, then I felt his cock spasm and spurt his warm semen deep inside me, and I gripped down hard around him.

We stayed still like that for a while. I was panting and shaking, unable to move. I could feel him breathing hard too; his hands caressed my hips and ass as his softening but still-thick cock stayed buried deep inside me. I could feel his warm seed spreading slowly through my womb; it felt like pride, having pleased this man enough to be filled up by him.