“B-but I just came!” she almost shouted, lifting her back off the bed to shorten the distance of our eye contact. “Jake, I don’t even know if I-”
I kissed her hard to silence her, and she eagerly responded and pecked me back.
“Relax, I’m here…I didn’t only promise to stretch out your first time for as long as I could, but I also told you I’d give you the best sex of your life.”
“Exactly! How can we have the best sex if I feel so tired with barely having done anything.” At those words, I saw her cheeks begin to flush pink. I found her response and reaction so cute, and my dick agreed with a single throb, flicking her clit just a bit.
“Becca, everything’s going to be fine. Just relax, and don’t think about it too much...” I reassured her. This time, I kissed her forehead. “Sex isn’t like boarding school where we need to have plans and be prepared for everything…where wearing the wrong pair of socks can send us to the principal’s office. Sex is about learning together. We can just…be.”
At that, she grew silent and pursed her lips. She looked like she was thinking deeply about it until she finally turned to me and nodded her head. After a second or two, she exhaled deeply and watched me expectantly. As I pushed myself inside her, I leaned my head downwards to meet her lips. I knew this was going to hurt for her, and so, I kissed her to take her focus away from her hymen breaking. That, and her lips felt so soft; I could kiss her all day, every day. I suddenly grinned against the kiss as I remembered our agreement. She’d move in with me for an entire month and give me sex on-demand. I couldn’t help the sudden animalistic instinct. It was everything about her – the way she looked, moved and talked, and fuck…
I closed my eyes as I felt the warmth of her insides. I then groaned when I felt her squeeze her inner walls.
“Relax…it’ll be okay…we’ll take it slowly,” I said, continuing to kiss her.
When I couldn’t go any further, I began to move my hips up and down. I started slow – as I’d told her I would – and opened my eyes to make sure she wasn’t in any pain. She looked like she was taking me fine. I could sense a little bit of discomfort with how tightly she shut her eyes, but she wasn’t telling me to stop. Good. When I felt her begin to rock her hips to meet mine, I then sped the thrusting just a little bit, and soon after, I was moving like my life depended on it, and I could feel my cum building up inside me.
Fuck yes.
I slowed down with the pumping until there was nothing else left before I pulled my dick out and watched as my creamy liquid dripped and flooded her pussy. I tipped my lips slightly downward at the sight of blood, and I didn’t think twice about carrying her in my arms and walking to the bathroom. I set her down on the cool tiles before I turned the shower on and let the water wash away our sweat and her blood.
“That was…amazing…” she said as I soaped and massaged her pussy. I glanced at it a bit and noticed it was clean, no more sight of red. Good. “Thank you…”
“Who said I was done?” The smirk was back on my face again.
“You mean-”
“I’m just getting started.” To get my point across, my fingers moved up from the lips of her pussy to her clit. As I moved my hand in a circular motion, I could feel her leaning her entire body onto mine as the sensation was becoming difficult for her to stand upright. That just did wonders for my ego. Everything about her was…I just had no words. “You’re all mine now…for thirty days…I’m going to make the most out of it, and you…”
I was staring right at her.
“You’ve never been touched…you’ve never been fucked.” She wrapped her arm around the back of my shoulders while one hand moved to pleasure my growing erection. “And I’m the only one who gets to touch you and fuck you in ways that will make you scream.”
7
Jake
It’d been a week since we made the agreement – a week since she’d moved in with me. I knew I needed to get out if I wanted to save myself. I needed to get out of…this. I didn’t want to admit it, but it was punching me right in the balls.
I was falling for her.
Everything about her just drew me in, and I almost laughed out loud at the idea. She was the embodiment of the society I hated and turned my back away from. She was daddy’s little girl who got everything she needed and wanted. She never had to work a day in her life, didn’t know what ‘living paycheck to paycheck’ meant; She was the type to spend thousands of dollars on a single shopping spree. She couldn’t leave my loft without any make-up on. When I invited her to go out on a hike, she met me wearing a sundress and rubber slippers. She was so, so naïve. I should’ve been laughing at her. But I always found myself laughing with her.