When her hands finally release their tight hold on my hair and she melts into the bed, I slide my fingers out of her gently as I stand. She opens her eyes and looks up at me and shivers when she watches me lick my fingers clean of her juices, my other hand still gripping my cock.
With her looking up at me that way, wonder on her face like she’s looking up at a god, as much as I wanted to make this last and learn as much as I could, I can’t wait any longer. I have to have her. I have to finally know what her pussy will feel like around my cock.
I let go of my dick and pull her panties down her legs, tossing them into the hamper. I put one knee to the edge of the bed then the other, using my thighs against the inside of hers to push her back up the bed. She’s so light, so much smaller than me that it takes only one gentle shove, and then I’m on top of her, bracing myself with my elbows on either side of her head.
“I can’t wait any longer to have you, Evelyn,” I whisper, and her face softens, and she nods, her eyes locked on mine. “I don’t have any condoms. Haven’t needed them in months. I’ve never fucked without one, but I had my physical and all the tests done for swim team, and I’m clean.”
Her cheeks flush, and I wonder if it was the reminder that I’m one of her students, but I don’t care. I don’t fucking care. In this moment, I am a man and she is a woman, and I’ll stop at nothing to have her.
“I have to get tested frequently per the rules of the club. I’m clean and on the pill,” she replies, and the tension inside me eases a little more.
I lean down and kiss her, absorbing her moan as she tastes herself on my lips and tongue before pulling back enough to look in her eyes. I reach between us and align the head of my rock-hard cock against her soaking wet entrance, and not wanting to disturb this seemingly earth-shattering moment, when the rest of the world has disappeared, I whisper, “Color, little mouse?”
She swallows thickly, but doesn’t even blink when she replies, “Green, Mr. Black,” and I slowly start to sink into her, even though all I want to do is shove all my steely inches into her at once.
But I can’t. I’m not just being some conceited asshole when I say I have a big dick. No. I’m a big guy, and my cock is proportional to the rest of me, and I don’t want to hurt her. She may have all sorts of experience, but I heard her gasp when my erection sprang free of my underwear. That was a sound of someone having never seen or been with a man like me. So for this first time, I’m going to ease into her.
At her first whimper when I’ve barely gotten the head lodged inside her cunt, I pause, opening my eyes when I realize I shut them, trying to concentrate on going slow. Her brows are pulled together, her lips parted as she pants, but there is no look of pain in her eyes. And now that my gaze is locked with hers, all I want to do is watch the emotions play across her face as I sink into her.
I press my hips forward and feel her bring her knees up higher along my sides, spreading herself open farther, trying to accommodate me more like a good little submissive taking my cock. Her little nostrils flare as she takes another inch, breathing through it, adjusting to my girth. I go torturously slow, holding steady, and I watch, fascinated when her head starts to jerk from side to side then press into the mattress beneath her. Her hips begin to rotate, working her sopping wet pussy along my shaft, lubing me up so I sink in even farther.
I feel the sweat break out on my temples, trying to keep control while she writhes beneath me, tempting me, slicing at the reins I hold tightly to. “Hold still,” I growl above her, but for the first time, she doesn’t follow my order. She shakes her head more forcefully, and it makes me worry my cock is too much for her. So I stop when I’m not even halfway inside her and hiss out a “Color?”
“Green!” she mewls, and before I know what she’s doing, she hooks her heels beneath my ass and jerks me forward, forcing me in another couple inches. “Please, Nate. I need you to move.”
The use of my nickname is startling, and my brow furrows as she meets my eyes again. “I don’t want to hurt you, baby. You’re so fucking tight.” I call her something I’ve never called anyone before, finding terms of endearment repulsive and childish, but it just slips out. I want to take care of her, keep her safe, not bring her any pain, and it just fell from my lips so naturally.
Her frantic movements still when she hears it, and she melts beneath me, her entire body going lax and making me sink another inch inside. She lifts her hands slowly, as if readying herself if I order her not to, and places her gentle fingers to my jaw. When I don’t move
