She puts one hand on my cheek and turns my face toward hers.
“That was amazing,” she murmurs.
Part of me wants to make some cocky re- mark—you ain’t seen nothing yet, baby—but the other part of me is speechless, because she’s right. That was—different. Amazing in its own way. I think because it was us. And that scares me more than anything. So I don’t say anything at all.
Instead, I turn her chin toward mine and kiss her softly. “Give me fifteen minutes and I’ll be ready again.”
Elise bites her lip, looking uncertain, but then she straddles me, her warm, wet pussy rubbing over the length of my semi-erect dick, and brushes the tops of her breasts against my chest.
My body reacts to hers immediately. Holy hell.
“Actually, scratch that. I won’t need that long.”
Elise chuckles while I reach over the side of the bed, hunting for my pants until I locate the con- doms I brought.
I rip one off the string of linked packets and tear open the package. I only brought two with me so I wouldn’t be tempted to push her for more and make her sore. I move back to our previous po- sitions, so we’re laying side by side, facing each other. It’s extremely intimate and a little unnerving. I might have had sex countless times with many women, but there’s no denying, this is somehow different.
Her wide, blue-gray eyes are locked onto mine as I roll the condom down my shaft, wincing a little at the tight fit. I fucking hate condoms, but what are you going to do?
She’s beautiful. And so tempting. But she’s also so pure, and inexperienced. I know I need to take my time and make this good for her. The last thing I want to do is hurt her. I take a deep breath, and force myself to slow down.
Normally, sex for me is a quick and meaning- less affair. A primal release. Something that offers little in the way of emotional satisfaction. But with
Elise? Everything I’ve ever known flies out the window.
I meet her eyes, and touch her cheek with my fingertips, checking to be sure she’s okay. “Hey,” I murmur.
She swallows, visibly. “Hey.” Her voice is a little breathless, and I get the sense she’s nervous.
“Are you alright?”
She nods. “I’m alright. I guess I’m just a little anxious about this hurting.”
It’s then that I realize she may not have had sex with anyone else since we were together. It’s an idea I never entertained before. It’s been months. Even though I hated the idea of it, I had resigned myself to the fact she was most-likely sleeping with that guy she started seeing.
And even though I want to punch myself for this question, it falls from my lips before I can help it.
“Am I the only man you’ve been with?”
She chews on her lower lip, stalling. “Umm?” “Elise.”
“Yes.”
Fuck. That secret knowledge does something to me.
“Is…is that okay?” she breathes.
Oh my fuck. I can’t with this girl. Knowing I’m the only man who’s been inside her? Knowing it’s only my cock that has stretched her? Knowing she’s going to be so tight I can hardly breathe? Um, yeah. It’s more than okay. It’s fucking amazing.
Instead, I find myself softening.
“I just don’t want to hurt you,” I hear myself say. And it’s the complete truth.
She swallows. “You won’t. I want you. So bad.” She lifts one leg, and places her thigh over the top of mine.
I move closer, and grip myself with one hand, rubbing the head of my cock along her tight seam until Elise is moaning and trembling.
I hate myself for it, because I’m sure it’s going to be uncomfortable for her at the very least, but I can’t fucking wait to get inside her.
“Tell me if I do something you don’t like, or you need a break, or if you want to stop…”
My voice is cut off by her low moan, and she
reaches down, taking me in her hand to guide me to her opening herself. “I want you, Justin…now,” she repeats.
Holding her top thigh with one hand, keeping her open for me, my other hand touches her breast, my thumb skimming lightly over her nipple.
Pushing my hips forward, I sink inside so slow- ly and we release a simultaneous groan. I try like hell to not blow my load at how she fits me like a fucking glove.
“Can you handle a little more?” I ask.
Her eyes sink closed, and she arches, pushing her pelvis closer. “Yes. More.”
She feels so warm and so wet and so perfect, I can’t hold myself back any longer.
I sink deeper until I’m fully buried within her tight heat and then I still, watching her reac- tion. Elise’s lips part, and her eyes fall closed. She makes a little shuddering sigh sound.
I’d forgotten how amazing it feels to be in- side her. I’d forgotten how desperate and alive she makes me feel, how every tight squeeze of her sends a jolt of pleasure rushing through me.
Careful not to hurt her or rush through this, I set
an easy pace, moving in slow, even strokes. I can’t stop touching her—running my fingers through her silky hair, caressing her soft skin.
“Does it feel okay to you?” she asks, eyes half-lidded as she watches me move in long, lazy strokes.
I touch her cheek, bringing her lips to mine. “Nothing has ever felt this good.”
It’s the complete truth.
She reaches between us to touch herself, her fingers brushing where we’re joined.
“Oh fuck yes,” I groan. “That’s it.” I love watching her take what she needs. I love how un- inhibited she is.
I need to make this a lot better than her first time, and so far I think we’re on our way.
Increasing our tempo, I drive into her faster, and Elise starts to moan.
“Oh God. Justin….”
Her body tightens around my shaft, and I can feel her trembling. She’s so close.
I groan at how good she feels squeezing the shit out of me. My eyes are glued to her, I love
watching her. I wish we could do this all night, but I know it’s going to be over way too fast. My groin is already throbbing with the need to empty myself inside of her.
With a low moan, Elise lets go, her body rhyth- mically milking mine as waves of pleasure crash through her. I gather her into my arms, my face in her neck as I continue pumping into her. Her whole body is shaking as I pull her up on top of me. She straddles my hips, and she’s draped across my chest. I lift her hips up and down over me, moving faster, chasing my own release now.
I worry for a second that I’m being too rough, but Elise’s whimpers and throaty moans tell me she’s enjoying this as much as I am.
Each time I thrust up, I praise her. “You’re so tight. So perfect. You feel so good.”
And then I’m coming again—erupting into the condom in hot spurts—and holding her close as little tremors and aftershocks wreck her body.
Perfection.
That was perfection.