When he saw the beauty of her vagina, the tenderness of it, his heart began to pound. And his mouth began to water. He understood the stakes. He would have her for tonight, but then he’d lose her forever. He’d go his way, and she’d go hers. Because now, as he looked at the innermost part of her body, he began to wonder if losing her would take lost to an entirely different level for him. He didn’t understand why he felt that way, but he did.
He took his fingers and began to rub her. The touch of his fingers, especially as they rubbed her clitoris, caused her to shiver. He could see the goose bumps form on her remarkably smooth skin. It pleased him to affect her so wonderfully. But it was nothing like the pleasure he received when he moved down, and his tongue replaced those fingers. Because as soon as he licked her one time, just once, he was a goner. Even she arched her body at just that one lick. How in the world, they both wondered, were they going to get through this?
Not that they were in any hurry. They weren’t. They were two adults enjoying this night together. Jenay closed her eyes and clasped her hands over her head as he did her. She’d never had it done this way before. She’d never felt a man’s tongue this intimately. But she was loving Charles’s tongue. He was licking her in a way that made her feel as if he was licking the most precious spot in the world to him. And she was so moist that every time he licked up a part of her wetness, he’d press his tongue against his upper lip as if he was savoring the taste. And she was pleased that he was the first. Those guys from her past wouldn’t have had a clue. They would view oral as a way to get her ready for their overused dicks. But Charles viewed it as an event all its own. Jenay loved his view.
And when he took his fingers and opened her slit, and his tongue coast its’ way into her folds, she literally sat up in bed. Charles quickly placed his hands beneath her ass to keep that excellent access he was loving so completely. She laid back down and he licked deep into her, with slow strokes, until he was ready. And once he licked her long enough and was completely ready, he began to eat her.
Jenay let out a guttural exhale as his mouth went down on her. It was so painful, and so pleasurable that she didn’t know what to do. She tried to squeeze the sheets, to keep her body down, but then she’d lift her body when he placed her flesh between his teeth. And he licked and ate until she couldn’t take it. She was about to cum.
He knew it too because he quickly got up, slung off his briefs, revealing a penis so hard it looked unbendable. But it bent. Right into a condom, and then right into her pussy. And as soon as he entered her, as soon as he touched her there, they both felt a tremble.
Charles knew it was going to be good. He knew any kind of sex with Jenay Franklin had to be good. But this was beyond belief. He was pushing into her in a way that made him feel as if he’d never had anything like it. Her tightness, her ridges, the way she made him glide and then freeze in the friction, was like sex on steroids. He looked at her. Could she feel it too? And as soon as he saw her eyes, and how they were slowly narrowing, he knew the answer. She was feeling it too.
“So tight,” he said to her in a breathless voice. “So tight.”
And when he laid on top of her, as his strokes fell into a romantic rhythm, he wrapped his arms around her, nearly lifting her from the bed and into his arms.
This was what Jenay had been hoping for. Mind-blowing sex. She’d never had it before. Quince and none of those boys from her past had a clue. It was everything she’d ever dreamed sex could be. And Charles, she thought, as she looked at him. He was fucking her so hard! He was grunting and moaning and shoving it into her as if his life depended on making her cum.
His strokes were as calming as they were ferocious. Neither one of them could believe just how ferocious. He was fucking her and she was taking every stroke of his dick as if it was the most pleasurable activity they had ever experienced.
And then she came. She came with an orgasm that hurt in its intensity. She scratched his back as she held on. Because he wouldn’t slow down. He wouldn’t give her a breather. He wouldn’t let her come down from the mountain his sex had put her on. He kept grunting, he kept saying how tight she was, he kept fucking her in a way that made her want to jump and shout.
Charles knew it too. This was no lay-down fuck. Because, as the intensity refused to diminish, neither one of them could lay there. He lifted her into his arms and got off of the bed, with her legs wrapped around his waist, and he pressed her back against the wall.
He fucked the shit out of her. He fucked her so hard that her ass was trying to scale the wall, and she started climaxing again. He fucked her so hard that when he came, he came with an outpouring flood so torrential, and so intense, that he buckled, nearly lost all ability to breathe, and then fell to his knees.