I pushed her shirt over her head and jeans down her thighs, guiding her hand with my own down her creamy thighs, dancing our fingertips across the elastic of her panty line. Her breathing quickened and I swore I could nearly see her heart hammering out of her chest. With her eyes soft and trusting, I pulled my hand away and urged her on with my gaze. “Slide the pads of your fingers around the top; show me where it feels good, little mouse.”
My eyes burned with barely contained lust when she did as I instructed.
“That’s it, nice and slow. Feel that?” She sighed and her eyes fell closed. “Keep going, baby. Keep swirling those fingers until you think you can’t take it anymore.” Her chest and neck heated an endearing shade of crimson, as her orgasm built in her inexperienced body. Her nipples peaked beneath the soft threads of her bra and I clenched my fists at my sides, anxious to touch her again. But this was important. This was everything.
“What are you thinking about?” My voice was thready with emotion as I slipped a hand down my pants and took my thickness in my grip. My eyes trained on her squirming form, the soft piles of her dark hair on my pillow, one hand between her legs while the other fisted at my sheets. I nearly lost it. I’d been a man starved for the warmth and comfort of her, and just when I thought I might finally break, here she was.
“I’m thinking about what you’ll feel like when you’re finally inside me,” she hummed, like a prayer as her fingers sped up on her soft little bud.
“Jesus, little mouse.” I finally lost it and crashed down onto her. Delicate fingers threaded through my hair as my lips took hers in a furious kiss. She felt so good. She felt so warm. She felt like home. I kissed my way down her elegant neck and across the soft slope of her collarbone, before my hands ran up the length of her torso and cupped her breasts in my palms.
She was heaven, hell, and my utter undoing.
I slinked down her body, tasting the inner corners of her delicate elbows, the soft skin at her wrists, the aroused flesh above her pubic bone, before I exposed her soaked wetness to my hungry gaze. I licked my lips and chanced a quick glance at her, holding her eyes while I licked one long stroke up her slit, swirling and nipping. Her breathing picked up, her eyes falling closed with a cry before her hips began a seductive rock.
“I’m going to make this as easy as I can on you.” I crawled up her form, kissing my way along her full breasts when I reached her bra. “But it’s going to hurt.” I kissed my way across her cleavage and nipped quickly at a nipple as two of my fingers slid between her slick folds and rubbed her arousal at her entrance, making sure she was ready.
Her hips bucked and her panting grew shallower as I pressed one finger inside, the searing hot sensation of her pussy throwing me off balance, causing the animal to rage down deep in my gut again. I sucked in another breath, kissing my way up her neck before finding her lips, kissing her in slow, languid strokes as I added another finger. She arched and yelped for a moment before she settled and her hips began their slow rhythm, accompanied by soft moans this time.
“You’re so sweet.” I pulled my fingers from her body and dipped them into my mouth, relishing the taste of her before my other hand worked the zipper down my pants. My move caught her attention and her eyes darted from my powerful thighs hovering over her bare body, then back up to my gaze. “Sure you’re ready for this?” I soothed, afraid she’d shake her head no and run again.
Her eyes locked with mine and melted into warm twilight pools. “Yes. I’m on birth control, my mom made me a few years ago just in case. I fought her on it but she had me in her early twenties so she insisted...suddenly I’m so glad she did.”
“Good, because I don't have condoms, but I haven’t been with anyone, Madison. There hasn’t been anyone before you, before us.” I clasped her creamy thighs around my waist, pushing the waistband of my pants past my hips and down my legs. I kicked them off one leg at a time and returned to her, skin on skin. “You’re the only person I’ve kissed, Madison. The thought of touching anyone else usually repels me, but with you I couldn’t feel more differently and you’re just so perfect and sweet I naturally assumed you probably had more experience than me…”
I darted a nose up her torso as I lined my thickness with her entrance. I dragged my thick length up her slit, making sure to rub the tip at her clit, sending her body into a series of minor quakes that had a rogue grin lifting my lips.
“So sensitive. Christ, I love that about you.” I stroked again. “Every single touch and you’re so wet for me.” My voice lowered another octave. “Just for me.”
Madison’s sharp fingernails dug into my shoulder blades as I spoke, and with each pass of my cock she seemed to work up more momentum, her hips tipping against mine, grinding and grating, chasing sweet release.
She hissed when I thrust quickly, feeling the slow stretch of her body, then stilling myself once I’d broken through, seeing the wince of pain on her beautiful face.
“Shhh… I’m sorry.” I stroked a hand through her dark auburn mane, willing my powerful thighs to keep me in place and prevent thrusting for her sake. For her sake, control yourself.
“I-I’m okay,” she whispered, but
