I unzipped my trousers and joined her on the bed. Her pose against the silky teal antique spread with her long dark hair splaying made an exquisite image, one I would have paid a fortune to own.
My heart pounded as I parted her warm, soft thighs. Her panties nearly stuck to my fingers.
Caressing her pussy gently as she writhed on the bed, I removed her panties. I wanted her to open her legs and for her to touch her pretty cunt. But dirty little sweet acts were for later. For now, my tongue hankered for a taste.
I unclasped her bra, and her breasts fell into my mouth, her nipples poking my tongue. Stroking my cock, she seemed tentative, unlike professionals, who would have made a meal of it with their plump lips. Jittery and uncertain, that soft little hand moving up and down my veiny shaft, made me creamier than any experienced woman ever could have.
“You’ve got beautiful breasts,” I said, looking at her erect nipples wet from my saliva.
“I could be slimmer.”
“You’re perfect.”
I slithered my finger in between her sticky folds. I hissed behind my teeth at how tight and wet she was. I moved my finger slowly, and Penelope’s back arched.
I lowered my face between her legs, and her scent alone made my cock ache. I licked gently, swallowing her juices. Cunnilingus was something I rarely did, but with Penelope, I couldn’t get enough of her taste. I craved her clit like I did a cherry in season.
She trembled through a release, and my tongue filled with her cream as my fingers entered, her muscles spasming tightly around it.
“I need to fuck you badly,” I said.
I undid my shirt so that our skin touched, and noticed her eyes on my dick while she brushed her tongue over her lips.
I kissed her and entered her deeply, as she flinched in my arms.
“Okay?” I asked, my heart racing and sending a gush of blood into my pelvis.
“Yes.” Her breathy response drove me in hard.
Her nails dug into my arms, adding that special sensation of pain. Like a rainbow in a gray sky, pleasure and pain sat well with me.
Taking my weight onto my arms, I breathed in her female scent, which turned my senses inside out.
She was hot and creamy. Her breasts danced against my chest provocatively, and I lost all control. With just a few thrusts, the intensity of the friction erupted into a volcanic release like something I’d never experienced before.
I groaned like a beast in heat and then submitted to a warm shower of sparkling stars.
We fell into each other’s arms.
When my breath calmed, I said, “I came too quickly.”
“I like how you feel,” she said softly, laying her head on my chest as I stroked her silky hair.
It was a nice place to be, calming almost. Different. I hadn’t shared that type of naked affection before.
“What are you doing to me?”
She pulled away from me. “What am I doing to you?”
I pulled her back into my arms and continued to caress her. “You’ve gotten under my skin.”
“Is that good or bad?” she asked, removing herself from my hold.
I sat up and brushed back my hair. “Good… I think.”
Penelope started to say something and stopped herself.
“Enough about me. Tell me… how is it you’ve never slept with a man?”
“In the art scene, the guys are either gay or annoyingly cocky.” She paused to look at me, and a little smile touched her rosebud lips. “I just haven’t met anyone I’ve liked.”
I nodded pensively. “That’s unusual for a twenty-three-year-old.”
She sat up. “How much information have you gathered on me again?”
“Penelope, when you’re someone like me, it’s important to know who you’re allowing into your life.”
“Am I in your life? I mean, we only met ten days ago.”
I chose my words carefully. “I’d like to explore with you.”
“Like traveling, you mean?” Her milky-smooth forehead creased, which brought a smile to my face.
I stroked her arm. “Mm… that too.”
“Then what did you mean?”
Penelope didn’t like riddles, I’d discovered, which presented another challenge, given that I’d spent my whole life tangled in them. “With us. Sexually.”
Her head turned sharply. “You’re not into threesomes? Because that’s not me.”
“I’m not into threesomes, Penelope.” I grew serious. “I want you for myself.”
“You mean exclusive? Does that mean that you won’t go out with other women?”
“I won’t need to fuck around. And I expect you not to either.”
“Huh?” Her face had gone a feisty shade of pink, which made my dick rise again. “That