She reached between them to guide him, her hand grasping at his thickness. He was solid girth, but his length was nothing to laugh at. His breath was hot on her neck, his biceps taut as he held himself above her. He felt her draw him to her opening. It felt impossibly small, and wet. He strained gently against her grip, his hips barely able to hold back from plunging in.

"You're big." She whispered.

"So I've been told," He said to her neck.

"Mmm.." She squeaked slightly.

"I want you." He had pulled himself up so he could look at her face. She looked up, meeting his eyes, holding him against her. He pushed gently, sliding until her entrance closed around the head of his cock, gripping him exquisitely. "Jesus christ, Alex."

"Bobby..." Her breasts rose between them. "Fuck me."

He obliged, thrusting into her. She was wet, warm, and softer than anything. His hips found an easy rhythm, and hers bucked against him. Her legs pulled him tight against her. His pace quickened, and her moans turned into sobs of pleasure with every thrust.

As he felt himself nearing, he slowed his pace slightly, pausing every time he thrust all the way inside her.

"Oh god.. oh god..." She gasped.

"I want to feel you cum."

"I did..." She gasped. Truthfully, she'd cum around him so many times she'd lost count, grasping and pulling at his cock with every climax.

"I know baby, cum hard."

He sped up again, his pace giving her no time to think, or even remember her own name, just the feeling of him inside of her. Her back arched, and she moaned his name, or maybe she sobbed it. Or maybe both. He throbbed inside of her, and she felt herself dissolve into a crashing orgasm. She tightened hard around him, and felt him spasm inside of her.