“Miah, oh please,” she moans, roughly pulling at my hair, her face twisted with lust and the need I’ve sparked inside her.
I obey the unspoken plea and move down to her sex, using my thumbs to open her up to my gaze and the onslaught I’m about to unleash on her. She smells like musk and arousal and everything female when I lean closer and breathe her in, and I love that all that silky moisture is mine and will be mine for the rest of our lives.
When she’s pushing at me and pulling at my hair, I finally lower my mouth and groan into her flesh. So good, so damned good that I think I could stay here for another hour, at least, just to enjoy her musky flavor and the loud moans that escape her lips.
I’ve never really cared about doing this shit to a female before, preferring to keep things basic and straightforward, but with Clari, I know that sex is going to be much more than the basic missionary.
I love her taste, her scent, the way her sex flowers open beneath my mouth as if begging me to come inside and fill her.
“Miah, please, Miah. Please,” she screams when I desert her folds and latch on to the hard nub hidden within her lips. The string suckling motion I start has her screaming and pushing closer even as she pulls at my hair and tries to get me up and over her.
I ignore her struggles and keep licking at the nub of swollen flesh, stopping only when I’m sure she’s about to explode before pulling my mouth away.
“Oh!”
I pay her scream of outrage no mind as I stand and start ripping at my clothes, almost tripping in my haste before falling back on her and taking her mouth in an explosive kiss.
It’s her hand that finally reaches down and I almost come apart when she wraps it around my dick and twirls the head through the copious moisture at her entrance.
“Babe, slow down,” I grate, grinding my jaw when she lines me up and starts impaling herself on me, her little entrance struggling to stretch around my girth.
“No, help me, Miah. I need it,” she pleads, pushing herself higher to take me in.
Her pleas are too much for me and I relent, pushing forward in a slow but steady glide that has her stretching around me, gloving me in so much tightness, I have to stop for fear of coming before I’ve completed my first thrust.
“Fuck. Clari, babe, you have to hold still,” I gasp when she digs her nails into my ass and starts pulling at me in desperation.
“No! Do it, Miah. Oh!”
I give her everything then, and almost yell in triumph when instead of crying at my size, she seems to love the full fit and shows it by going wild beneath me.
“Yeah, babe, oh yeah, take what you need.”
She’s magnificent beneath me as she controls the rhythm. The tight, heated slide of her moist sheath is so perfect that all I can do now is hold myself immobile while she makes love to me, bringing us both so much pleasure, it doesn’t take much more than a few minutes before I’m ready to blow my load.
She’s not doing any better, either, and I feel her sheath tighten even further before she explodes around me, her sex sucking at me in a series of contractions.
I hold off my own climax and do what I should have done before touching her.
“Clari, do I need to pull out?”
“No, oh God no,” she moans, moving faster when her orgasm keeps going on and on.
She may be lost in pleasure and unaware of my question, so the right thing to do would be to pull out and come on the sheets. I try, I really do, but her sex is not having it, and when she clamps down to stop my retreat, I let go and give in to the cum boiling up from my balls.
I hear myself howling like an animal when the first jet of semen leaves me, shooting deep as wave after wave of it erupts from within and keeps going till I finally collapse on top of her, my nuts drained dry and aching with satisfaction.
“Oh my.”
I grin and gather enough strength to roll to the side and pull her against me.
One thing keeps bugging me, though.
“Babe, I just offloaded a shitload of sperm into you.”
That makes her giggle and I’m reminded of her innocence anew.
“I’m on the pill, Miah.”
Phew. That saves me a lot of angst and hassle seeing as I’m not about to impregnate my woman anytime soon, if ever. I foresee a very long and happy future with just the two of us.
“Good. I don’t want—”
“I know, and neither do I, so chill out, big guy. I’ve got us covered.”
I fall asleep with a smile on my face and my girl’s body wrapped around me, right where she should be, letting the other shit go just for now. Tomorrow’s soon enough to worry about catching scum. For now, I just want my good girl to fill me with that content feeling I only have when she’s near.