wants to scream in pleasure at how wonderful this feels and the other hates my guts because I’m causing pain to the one person in the world I should never hurt.
I reach between us and start to strum her clit to make things better, but she hisses and jumps away from my touch, she’s too sensitized for this right now.
Fuck.
“Wyatt…”
“I’m so sorry, babydoll.”
I hold her close to me, locking my muscles and suppressing even the slightest jerking motion of my hips as I wait for her to stretch around me as the feel of her wet tight cunt clenching and tightening around my length drives me up the wall with want. All my body wants is for me to ram in and out of her hard and fast, but I resist the urge, focusing on her bright tearful eyes.
It takes a couple of minutes, but she starts to relax, the stranglehold her pussy has on my cock slackens and we can both finally take a full breath.
“It’s better now,” she confirms, smiling up at me.
“Thank fuck!” I reach for her hands with both of mine and lace our fingers together, bringing them up and over our heads as I fall on her again, giving her more of my weight.
I look down between us to where we are completely joined and ever so slowly I withdraw from Kenna until only my crown is past her slit.
I stare at the pinkish glossy trace of her cherry, staining my hard cock from tip to base, and something shifts inside of me.
This beautiful, perfect girl just trusted me enough to let me into her body and gave me something it’s going to belong only to me forever.
This is the greatest moment of my life, nothing else compares.
“You are mine now, babydoll. I’m going to be with you always. You are my heart,” I tell her, my thumb brushing away a stray tear from her face.
Kenna reaches up to stroke my hand and kisses the inside of my palm. “And you are mine, Wyatt. I will wait for you.”
I sink back inside of her tight pussy just as slowly as I pulled out, my eyes never leaving hers as I curl her into my body.
I do this over and over, bringing us together softly, gently, not wanting to cause her any more pain; my heart is so full of her I feel like I might die any minute now, my balls are barely holding onto my cum.
A few more strokes like this and she’s finally starting to get used to having me inside of her, her hips meeting mine more and more surely as we fuck, and I nearly lose it when I feel her walls beginning to clench around my cock.
“Wyatt?” she asks, her voice low and desperate.
I stop moving. “What baby? Am I hurting you again?”
Kenna shakes her head. “No, I… it feels… it’s good now. But I… I need… I—” she mumbles.
I study her lovely, flushed face. “You want it harder now, baby?”
She nods. “Yes…”
I let go of her hands to grip her voluptuous hips and bring her down on my cock again, and again, driving it deeper inside of her, filling her more and going harder and faster with every new thrust I take into her until her moans echo all around us and her tight little pussy starts to convulse, her throbbing walls squeezing my length so much there’s nothing else I can do but let her pull me under with her as I shoot my load deep inside of her with a growl, then and only then remembering we completely forgot about protection and strangely feeling fucking happy that we did.
As we both start to come down from our high, I roll away from Kenna and stretch onto my back, my hands immediately going for her hips so I can pull her onto me until she’s lying exactly where she belongs: in my arms with her sweet face resting on my still thundering heart.
—*—
I’ve been lying awake for quite some time, just watching my girl as she sleeps.
She’s so beautiful it’s painful, so sweet there are no words for it, and so fucking perfect for me it’s unbelievable.
We made love all night and I barely whetted my appetite, I’m never going to get enough of her.
The past week has been the best of my life and I don’t fucking care if things between us have been moving too fast.
Fuck, if anything, I wish I could move