he pushes my knees apart, licking me up and down until I am a puddle beneath him, my eyes closed, thinking about his thick, hard cock and how it felt so velvety smooth in my hand.
“I need more,” I tell him breathlessly and he presses a finger inside me, opening me up, and I gasp, the sensation so new, so pleasant. I let my knees fall open, giving him as much space as he wants. Hoping he wants it all. All of me.
He fingers me softly at first, then when I start moaning, his fingers move faster and he adds a second one, making my body tremble. I feel myself gush against his hand and I look up, meeting his eyes.
“Is this okay?” I ask, having never done anything with anyone. Never wanting anyone else, ever. Only Billy. Only Billy and me.
“It’s perfect, baby,” he tells me, his eyes dark and deep, his need for me palpable and God, I just want him inside me. I want to feel his body pressed against mine, so I draw him close. So close.
Until there’s no space between us. I need him on top of me, pressing against me, protecting me from the world, because Billy is more than my lover — he is my best friend and partner and person. My person. I can’t lose him, ever.
And I know I’m young and I’ve been through hell, on the edge of losing it all, but Billy pulled me back, and when he pulls me into his arms, I believe in the impossible. I believe in love. True love. Love for the young and the brokenhearted. I believe in us.
And he enters me, his cock so big, so hard. It’s tight, it burns, but God, it burns bright.
I wrap my arms around his neck, crying tears of relief and pleasure and pain. Holding onto his promise. Holding onto him.
He moves against me, opening me up in a way only he can do, and I moan against him, his mouth on mine as he kisses me hard. Our fingers lace, our hands over our heads and our hearts pounding hard, and this isn’t losing our virginity.
It’s finding our soulmates.
Billy moves against me, I wrap my legs around him, and we make love. I feel his balls against my pussy as he rocks hard against me, and my breasts bounce as we get off in this bed of his. He growls in my ear, dirty words of desire, and I eat them up, loving the way his voice sends a thrill over me.
“God, your pussy tastes so good. You got so wet, baby — you soaked the sheet with your sweet juice, you know that, Bailey?”
“Mmhmm,” I moan as he takes me, hard, hard, harder still. “Your cock’s so big, I love it when you fill me up.”
“I’m so close, Bailey, I’m gonna come so hard in your sweet pussy. So… fucking… hard.”
“Come in me,” I whimper. “Please, don’t make me beg.”
He does as I ask, his seed hot as it fills me up, and I moan, the orgasm so wild it undoes me as he takes me to the edge. Our limit. And God, all I want is more.
I’m smiling — grinning like a fool — and I laugh. And so does he. This is more special than I could ever imagine a first time being.
“You’re waffle-y cute, you know that?” he asks as he rolls to the side, cradling me in his arms. “Your hair’s all ruffled, you lips are swollen — you look like you’ve been through the wringer.”
I lick my lips, eager for more. So much more. “You think I’m cute?” I get up on my knees, my fingers itching to run over his thick shaft, and I start stroking him, my pussy wanting so much more.
“The cutest,” he says, groaning as I lower my head, wanting to taste him the way he tasted me.
“You know,” I say, “I always said waffles were my favorite, but I’ve changed my mind.”
“Yeah?”
I smile, looking down at the man of my dreams. “Your cock looks like the tastiest thing I’ve ever seen.”
Chapter Six
Billy
Bailey falls asleep in my arms, but it’s hard for me to drift off. I keep thinking about my future — our future — and how I can be the man she needs.
But then she murmurs against me, her naked body so warm in my arms, and my fears of the unknown fade away. With her in my arms, it seems like anything