What If

“You can tell me anything, baby. Anything. I want it all, so tell me whatever it is you are thinking…”

“I’ve never cum with anyone before. I’ve cum, but only from myself. And never like this.”

Pride fills my chest, but a twinge of anger twitches my fingers at the mere thought anyone else has touched her before.

But with a massive effort of will, I force myself to rein that shit in. It’s life, and what happens from now on is what is important.

“Baby, you just gave me the greatest gift ever. Thank you for telling me. And can I tell you something?”

“Of course.”

I begin to move my still solid cock slowly in and out of her.

“I’ve never touched a woman without protection. So, there are firsts for us both.”

“Yeah about that…” she starts as I increase the speed of my strokes, listening to her breathing quicken. “It’s not very…God…responsible of us not to talk about that. Not to use something…”

The thought of putting anything between me and her womb has an irrational anger building.

“No. It’s not. But it feels right. I wanted to feel all of you, Jessie. I can’t explain what’s happening. I just know what I know. My gut never lies. Tell me, do you want me to use something? Or does it feel right having us like this? My cum dripping out of you. Knowing all the ‘what if’s’ just feel like they have a happy ending with us?”

When she reaches around and grabs a hold of her ass cheeks and pulls them apart, I have the answer to my question. She rests her chest on the back of the sofa as I pound into her, taking her hard and fast again.

Her pleas and whimpers end with another round of her begging for her orgasm, and this time I make her wait, force her to hold back, screaming, until I relent as my own orgasm builds and spray her insides with another round of my cum. Then, when I’m done, I walk us to my bedroom and lay her gently on the bed.

I lay down next to her, running a hand up and down, touching every inch of her while her wide blue eyes watch, and her blonde hair looks like a wild halo around her head.

I kiss her neck and listen to her sigh.

“I want to hear that sound for the rest of my life,” I whisper into her neck.

“You are so smooth aren’t you?” She giggles as my hand rests on her tit, giving it a gentle squeeze.

“Not so much,” I reply. “Never have been before. You bring something out in me, Jessie. Something I never had before.”

“I shouldn’t believe you, but I do.”

“Yes, you should. I’m a lot of things, baby. I’m an imperfect man, but one thing I’m not is a liar. Never have been, never will be.”

“I believe you,” she answers, and I hear the truth in her words, making my heart skip in my chest. Her hand glides down my chest until it encircles my erection. “Show me how to make you feel good.” She looks at me with innocence in her eyes and I nearly cum right there.

“God, baby. You’re trying to kill me. You do make me feel good. So good I can barely breathe.”

“No, I want to know. I want to be sure I’m doing it right for you. So, please, show me how to touch you. I want to make you feel good in every way I can.”

I scoop her up on an excited giggle and walk us to the bathroom and turn on the water.

Inside, I wait for the water to get to the right temperature, then pull her in with me, grabbing the soap and putting it into her hands.

“Get them good and slippery.”

I turn her, so she’s in the warm water, standing in front of her, holding her cheeks in my hands.

She does as I say, then sets the soap back and reaches down, working the slickness all over me.

I turn us and push her back against the wall.

“Like this.” I put one of my hands over hers and show her how to stroke me. Showing her where to place her fingers, how much pressure, how to move her palm over the tip every few strokes.

Her other hand drops to caress my balls, and I’m close to the edge within a minute.

I take her mouth and bring my hands to move over her body as she jerks me off. My muscles tighten in my back and down my thighs as she moves her hand faster and harder.

“God, baby. So fucking good. You make me feel so fucking good.” As she strokes me, I push my thigh between her legs. “Rub on me, baby.” I grit into her ear as I reach around and run a hand down her back, slipping a finger into the crack of her ass.