Later I’d be doing it though, I vowed.
Elaina looked so beautiful spread underneath me I knew I’d always remember this first time. The way she was offering herself. How she was willing to let me take the lead. I couldn’t mess this up with her or I’d never forgive myself.
She smiled up at me, glassy eyed and mysterious. I felt movement over my stomach and then the touch of her small hand gripping my cock.
I hissed when she touched me, her lips slightly parted, br**sts heaving from the heavy breathing, the anticipation…and felt her guide the head of my c**k straight up against her quim.
Fuckin’ hell, I was so lost.
We both jerked from the contact, that very first scorching hot intimate touch between us. But nearly inconsequential because we were about to make that burn go even hotter—there would be explosions.
“I love you and want to be with you so badly,” she said in a whisper.
Amazing. Elaina accepted my love for her. That fact alone was enough to bring me to my knees, but even greater was the knowledge that this beautiful girl wanted to be with me.
“I love you, Cherry.” My answer came with a deep push of my c**k inside her very wet heat where she accepted the whole hard length, arching her hips up to meet my thrust. Perfect fit. Everything about her was perfect. She moaned as I filled her up, soft and so f**kin’ sexy I lost my mind for a moment as I settled into her.
The grip of her pu**y around my c**k held me so tight, I worried I’d come far too soon for what I’d intended it to be. I hoped to make love to her all night, as many times as I could manage to get us there.
I brought my face close, framing her in with my hands and captive to my invasion of her body. I couldn’t help it. I only knew this was the way it should be done. Take her and make it so good, she’d never want another man.
But it was good. We were so good.
“Is this all right?” I asked her.
She nodded back. “Love me.”
“I do. I will. Always…”
Eye to eye and nose to nose I kept her looking at me as I began to move.
“You feel so good wrapped around me.”
I thought I might die.
She moaned at me, the sweet sound of her like a cue to get down to it.
Her tight wet quim became my universe for the next minutes as we found our rhythm. I hoped it was the same for her with my cock, because that moment right then…was life affirming and life changing. Making love with Elaina was a beautiful dance, and like nothing I’d ever experienced before with a woman. But then, any other times for me had not been with her… so never with anyone I loved. Comparisons were irrelevant anyway. And, again, pointless.
Waiting… I’d been waiting for it, and when it was happening, I felt more emotions coursing through me than I was used to dealing with. I hardly knew what I was doing besides getting lost inside her. She met me with every thrust, and drew back with every retreat. We were a perfect union of minds and bodies.
Every time I filled her up she made a soft little sound that wound me a little tighter with each stroke. “Oh, f**k, it’s good with you, Cherry.”
“Don’t…s-top,” she begged, throwing her head back onto the pillow.
“I won’t.” I moved faster and deeper and harder, more than happy to oblige my girl’s request. I gripped her hips to steady us, the frenzy growing more abandoned with each second that passed, when I felt her start to convulse and shudder. A low breath came out of her throat as she jerked beneath me, her legs flexing tight around my thighs to keep me buried all the way inside her. She gripped my arms as she rode out her release.
Elaina’s response was like a trigger, sending me off right behind her, my orgasm taking hold violently from somewhere deep, pumping out of me and into her like an explosion. Our eyes held onto each other as we stayed fused, the rush of pleasure still pulsing for both of us as we took in deep breaths of air, living in the moment.
She felt utterly soft, and looked so perfectly beautiful when I pulled out of her, that I couldn’t bear to look away, and had to deal with disposing of the spent condom by feel.
“Stay with me,” she demanded, with a tug on my arm.
As if I’d go anywhere.
“We’re not even close to being done. That was just a warm up,” I told her, before finding her lips and plunging my tongue inside her mouth. I kissed her long and deep, my need to be in her was barely fulfilled despite what had just happened.
She touched my face with her hand and traced down my cheek. “You loved me.” The way in which she said it almost sounded sad to me, as if she was trying to come to grips with the idea of us. Maybe, it frightened her.