Zack(63)

It was amazing for me too. The entire time she was writhing underneath me, I was brimming with satisfaction of pure male dominance over the way I was possessing her…consuming her. I didn’t have that with Gina, I suddenly realize. Ours was more of a mutual give and take…even when I was going down on her. I was giving her something that I knew she loved, and she took it gladly. It satisfied us both. It made me happy to do it.

But right now…I am beyond satisfied. I almost feel mystically fulfilled, knowing how much Kate enjoyed that. Knowing that I was the first to do that to her.

I turn to reach for the condom again, then hesitate, thinking maybe I want to pounce back on her and do that just one more time. See if it’s as good for both of us the second time as the first. Maybe that was a onetime-only transcendence for her.

“I want to do that to you,” Kate blurts out, and my body jerks over the yearning in her voice, and my cock, which has been rock-hard the entire time I was eating Kate out, jumps in capitulation.

Yes, please, my dick yells at me. Let her suck me off.

My head swivels slowly to look at Kate through the gloom, my hand crushing the foil packet in my hand as lust sizzles through me. She’s raises herself slightly, propping up on her elbows, which causes those gorgeous tits to push outward. “Have you ever given a blow job before?” I ask her in a thick voice, my eyes slowly moving from her breasts to her face.

She shakes her head, her face tilting to the side as her eyes lower in uncharacteristic shyness. “No,” she whispers, but then raises her face to me, tilting her chin up. “But I can learn.”

I almost choke in surprise over the stubborn resolution in her voice. Oh, man…I know Kate is one of those people who applies herself one hundred percent to the task and I bet she would give a fucking Grade-A blow job on her first attempt because she doesn’t really know how to fail at anything.

I envision Kate on her knees before me, her tiny hands wrapped around my cock and guiding me into her mouth. My eyes flutter closed as a bolt of sizzling desire pulses through me.

Taking a deep breath, I open my eyes and try to figure out how to best alleviate what is almost becoming a frantic need for Kate and the release she can bring me.

While I’d really, really love her mouth on my cock, I just haven’t had my fill of her pussy yet.

“I’m going to take you up on the blow job some other time,” I tell her as I rip open the condom packet, “because I know you will be spectacular at it. But I just want to fuck you right now.”

“Okay,” Kate says on a sigh of capitulation, a dreamy smile coming over her face.

I pinch the tip and roll the rubber onto my shaft. When I raise one knee up onto the bed, Kate reaches her arms out to me. It’s a welcoming gesture…almost as if she’s saying, “You’re home. I’m here.”

And that right there is a little too intimate for me. To see that look of warmth in her eyes.

I expect my hard-on to fail as I let my walls start to build up around me, but looking down at it…nope, it still wants her. In fact, my hips seem drawn forward in need to get inside of her, regardless of all of the promise in her eyes.

And here it comes again…guilt. It washes through me but still doesn’t kill the hard-on. As I examine it, I realize…it’s not guilt about Gina this time.

No, it’s guilt over taking everything that Kate offers me but not really being able to give something other than an orgasm back to her.

It’s guilt over what I’m getting ready to do at this very moment.

Reaching down, I grab Kate by the hips and flip her over roughly to her stomach, so I can’t see that gentle and understanding look on her face. She gasps and then gives a soft moan when I pull back on her, lifting her hips up. My other knee comes to the bed, right between her legs, and sweeps back and forth to kick her legs farther apart.

Kate’s head swings out and she peers at me over her shoulder, those long dark bangs framing her eyes. I see surprise but also desire.

That I like.

That is what I need.

I drop a hand and sink a finger into her warmth from behind. Her head falls forward, her hair dropping to cover her face. Her spine arches and she pushes back against me…causing my finger to plunge in deeper. I groan because her need and softly demanding ways are so damn hot, especially given her obvious lack of experience.

There’s a part of me that wants to show her everything.

To show her all about exploration and intimacy and all of the different ways I could make her come. I want to learn her body and have her get to know mine. I want her wild with abandon, and every time I take her, I want it to be in a way that completely possesses her.