Mr. President 1(31)
“Are you sure?” he whispers back at me, tucking a stray lock of hair over my head. I reply in silence, softly nodding; his question made me sure of what I’m doing. To know that he cares about what I want, about what I need … that’s enough for me.#p#分页标题#e#
That’s all I need.
Without saying anything, Austin just smiles at me and grabs me by the hand. Walking past me, he pulls me after him as he steps inside the tub; he turns the water on and, checking it with the back of his hand, he then takes us both under the stream of warm water, his hands running up the side of my body.
“I never thought I’d be this happy with a woman,” he says, his eyes never leaving mine. Then, when his hands fall on my hips, he forces me to turn around and pushes me forward. Reacting by instinct, I place the palm of my hands against the tiles on the wall and, feeling the warm water cascade down my body, I jut my ass back at Austin.
I close my eyes as I feel his thickness pressed between my ass cheeks, his cock pulsing wildly with desire. Swaying my hips from side to side, I rock my body against his and stroke his cock with my ass, the flowing motion of my body dragging my mind into the depths of unconsciousness. Right now I’m not thinking rationally, nor do I want to. I just want to surrender to this moment, to exist without thinking of it.
Slightly rocking back, Austin grabs his cock with one hand and angles it down, its tip brushing along the length of my ass crack. Then, placing his shaft between my thighs, he rests the head of his cock against my drenched folds. I go on tiptoes, looking for the perfect angle, and Austin allows one inch of his cock inside of me.
The moment I feel that piece of him inside of me, it’s as if my mind goes blank. Without even thinking about what I’m doing, I just lower myself over his cock and allow all of his inches to slide deep inside my pussy. His thickness strains against my inner walls on the way in, stretching me in such a way that I can’t even think straight. In fact, I can’t even think at all; my brain is too busy trying to process the onslaught of sensations flooding through me, ecstasy taking over my body and shutting down everything else.
“Are you okay, Ash?” Austin asks me, brushing my wet hair over one shoulder and sliding his cock out slowly.
“I’m… much… I’m much more than just okay,” I breath out and, the moment the words leave my mouth, I start slamming my body against his, making his cock slide in and out of my pussy.
“That’s my girl,” he says and, with that, his fingers dig deep into the flesh of my waist. Forcing me to stand still, Austin then takes charge and starts pounding me fiercely, his cock ravaging me in a way that I didn’t think to be possible. My God, I never knew that sex could be this good. Had I known that, I sure as hell wouldn’t be a virgin. On the other hand, though, maybe sex is this good because of the man with whom I’m sharing this moment … I doubt it’d be this good with anyone else.
No, I made the right choice when I decided to wait for the right man to claim my virginity.
“It’s … so good,” I moan, my eyes rolling in their orbits each time Austin thrusts, every single muscle in my body as taut as a nocked arrow.
“It’s fucking perfect,” he groans, his thighs slapping my ass cheeks over and over again. “You’re so fucking tight, Ashley… you’re so fucking perfect,” he continues, his words finding their way into my mind like some enchantment. Allowing one hand to wander around my waist, he then allows two of his fingers to fall down and he presses them against my clit; without a moment’s hesitation, he starts rubbing my clit while he fucks me, the rhythm of his fingers and cock in perfect harmony.
Right now, I feel like the luckiest woman on Earth. Most women just give up their virginity to some half-drunk guy on the backseat of a car, and I had the opportunity to wait and do it the right way. I don’t know what I did in some past life, but it sure as hell must’ve been something important—at least important enough for karma to repay me with a man as handsome as Austin.#p#分页标题#e#
“You’re so good, Austin,” I moan, throwing my head and allowing the warm water to cascade down my body. “You’re so … so fucking good,” I continue, the words caressing my throat on the way up like honeyed wine.
“No, you’re good,” he says, grabbing my hair and forcing me to keep my head thrown back as he slams his cock into me, his thighs slapping my ass over and over again. My inner walls are being pushed back by his thickness with each thrust of his, and I seriously doubt that my pussy will ever be the same after this … and I don’t care, I really don’t. As long as I can have his cock, I don’t care about anything.