I cock one eyebrow as I watch her palm me, sizing me up. But she’s in no rush, exploring my body with light touches. “What’s your plan?” My voice is so husky, but shit, I’m trying to hold it all together. Grandma in a thong … fuck, that’s just wrong. And when she gazes with desire down at my cock again, I know I’ve lost the battle anyway.
Elise lifts one shoulder, considering my question. “I think I’ll start with oral, and then move on to …”
I place my hand on her upper arm, stroking her silky skin. “You don’t have to do that.”
She pouts. She actually fucking pouts. And my cock grows even harder.
“I mean, I would love for you to, but …”
She rises her eyebrows, waiting for me to continue.
Oh fuck, she’s actually going to make me say it, isn’t she?
I clear my throat. “Uh, just. Given my size, that can be difficult.”
Unless she’s some type of deepthroating expert that I was unaware of.
And honestly? This isn’t usually a problem. Most girls aren’t interested in blowing me. Once they see my size, and realize it’s not going to be easy to get their mouth around me, they just want a ride. Which is always fine with me. More than fine. But Elise’s determined expression is fucking adorable. And making me impossibly harder. She tucks her hair efficiently behind her ears and sizes me up, weighing my straining cock in her palms.
I want to laugh and ejaculate at the same time. It’s a sensation I’ve never experienced before. Who knew sex could be so fun, so hot and amusing all at the same time? I’m having a damn good night and we’ve hardly just begun.
“Just use your hand,” I say, fingers skimming over her breasts.
“I want to taste you,” she says, a little more shyly this time.
Damn, I love how determined she is. I know I’m not going to deny her.
I stroke one hand through her hair, unable to stop touching her. “I want you to. So badly,” I croak out.
“Good. Then we’re on the exact same page.”
Using both hands, she slowly strokes up my length and lowers her mouth down to my tip at the same time.
So far so good. She’s kissing and licking the head and damn. It’s an explosion of sensations all at once.
She traces her lips down the side, tasting and nibbling as she moves up and down.
I watch her work me over, learning her limits, learning the things that make me groan. It’s a wonderful treat to have her hot mouth all over me, and I lay back, one hand buried in her hair, as I turn myself over to the pleasure.
Then she takes me deeper, quickening her pace and my balls start to ache.
Oh sweet fuck. That feels so good.
I can’t stop touching her—running my hand along her shoulder, lightly gripping the back of her neck, arranging her hair so it’s not in her way—and Elise, God, Elise works me to the brink faster than I could have imagined.
“Oh, baby. Shit.” I let out a sigh of approval.
I’m in heaven. I know I should stop her, I want to be inside her when I come, but it’s too good, and it’s been so long, and I’m right at the edge, a groan rumbling deep in my chest.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck. Elise.”
I cannot come in her mouth. I have enough guilt about this entire thing. I can’t let myself do that on top of everything else. It feels like a sin I am not quite ready to commit.
I pull her mouth away just in time, and using both hands, she strokes me firmly as I come all over us both.
“Damn, girl,” I groan, somehow out of breath though I’ve done nothing but lay here. I pull her down for a kiss.
Elise giggles at my praise, kissing me back—on my lips, jaw, my chin. And then she paints one delicate finger through the sticky mess, a smile on her lips.
“Sorry about that.” I look down at the mess on my stomach.
“Are you kidding? I loved doing that for you.” And her sincerity is genuine—it’s written all over her face.
My heart squeezes in my chest. I kiss her once more and then I do the post-sex walk into her bathroom that’s normally so awkward, but it somehow feels different with her. It feels natural, and somehow just, real.
After I wipe up and wash my hands, I re-join her on the bed. She’s pulled back the sheets and is lounging comfortably against the pillows. And best of all, she’s still naked.
“You look perfect like that. Don’t move.” I take a moment to admire her before I slip in beside her.
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 remark—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 condoms 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 positions, 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 meaningless 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 slowly 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.