I enjoyed it way more than I even thought I would. There was something about the way she did everything I said, but with a gleam in her eye that told me she was making the choice to surrender herself to my orders. It was ridiculously hot.
And I liked playing the role of the teacher. I wanted her to learn what it felt like for a partner to give and take true pleasure.
When she tells me she’s ready, I nod. I move my hand to her underwear, but pause.
“Do you have a condom?” I ask.
I know she’s a virgin, and I want to make sure we discuss protection. Quickly though. The both of us are trembling with desire, and I didn’t want us to lose that.
“No,” Cynthia says. “I’m sorry, I just never have done this.”
Her lips are clamped together, and I can tell some nerves are setting in. This is a big deal, after all.
“It’s ok,” I say. “I have one.”
I fumble for my pants and yank my wallet out of the back pocket. I pull out the condom I keep in there. Then I move down the bed so that my head is above her stomach. I place a tender kiss on her hip bone.
“I want to make sure you’re ready,” I say. “Can you lie still for me?”
“Yes, Daddy,” she says.
With the return of my telling her what to do, she instantly relaxes. I smile as I pull down her panties, revealing her succulent flesh. My cock throbs with raw need, but I reign it in. I’m going to make this good for her.
I slide one finger inside her and relish her tightness. She shifts a bit and lets out a moan as I stroke her clit. I know it might hurt a bit when I’m inside her, but if I keep her relaxed and keep providing her pleasure, she’ll be alright. I’m determined to do that.
I press my mouth against her and start to lick and suck in a steady rhythm. Cynthia gasps and starts to cry as I slide another finger inside her.
“Oh my god,” she moans. “Oh, please.”
“Please what?” I lift my head just enough to ask.
“Please, Daddy, more,” Cynthia groans. “Please.”
I smile to myself and start to suck with renewed fervor all while stroking inside her. I feel her pleasure mounting as she widens her legs and lets herself go. Her words turn into cries and moans as I bring her closer to the edge.
She lets out a scream as she goes plummeting over. Her warm flesh clenches around my fingers as her orgasm causes her back to arch and her eyes to close.
My own erection cries out to be satisfied as she rides the waves of her pleasure. I watch her gasp as she comes down from her orgasm. I lift myself above her as her eyes flutter open. She looks up at me as if I’m everything, and a warmth spreads over me.
Her limbs lay heavy and sated on the bed, but I’m not done with her yet. She can relax later, after I’m done with her.
She gives me a trembling smile. “Daddy, I want more.”
“Oh, you’ll get more,” I whisper.
Her fingers dig into my shoulders as I discard my boxers, put the condom on, and then settle my length in between her soft thighs.
I nudge against her folds, and she gasps as her flesh gives way to me. She’s still wet, but I know it will still be a bit hard for her. I clench my jaw and force myself to slide slowly in.
“Relax, Cynthia,” I croon in her ear. “And tell me if you need me to stop.”
She nods and I feel her slowly allowing the tension to leave her muscles.
“That’s right,” I say. “That’s a good girl.”
She’s so tight, I’m practically seeing sparks as I sink myself deeper and deeper within her.
“Oh,” Cynthia gasps. “You’re so...oh god.”
I embed myself as far as I can, and then I hold still, letting her adjust. I feel the moment her pain fades away into something else because she lifts her thighs and clamps them at my hip, allowing me to sink a little deeper inside her.
She lets out a moan, and the sight of her enjoying my cock buried inside her eradicates the last of my self-control. I start to move inside her, and Cynthia lifts her hips to match my rhythm.
“Oh, that’s good,” I say. “You feel so good.”
Cynthia starts gasping again, and I know I’m hitting the right spot inside her. I reach down and stroke her clit with my finger, and that makes her hips buck as she’s sent into another spiral of pleasure.
“Oh, Daddy, please,” Cynthia cries. “Oh my god!”
I roar in satisfaction as I reach my own climax. Everything goes blurry for a second as I cry out in pleasure. Every second spent watching Cynthia, every heated moment in that bathroom, it’s all led to this, and it’s all been worth it.
I sigh heavily as I start to come down from the heights of the orgasm.
I bury my face in her neck and inhale the scent of her hair. She wraps her arms around me, seemingly content to just hold me for a bit, as the post-coital heaviness sinks over both of us.
I roll off her and onto my back. Even as tiredness invades me satisfied limbs, I am acutely aware of her naked body brushing against mine.
I stare at the ceiling as my mind reels. That was the best sex I’ve had in a long time. I cast my mind back. In fact, it might be the best sex I’ve ever had, full stop.
I glance over at her. I wonder if she has any idea what she does to me. How she arouses every inch of my body. How what just happened between us is rare and beautiful.
Cynthia blinks her eyes sleepily before reaching for
