I reached for the zipper, but it didn't feel right. It didn't feel right at all. I noticed she was trembling, just slightly. Instead of unzipping the dress, I massaged her shoulders. She let out a soft sigh as I kneaded the muscles in her neck and back, feeling the tension melt away under my hands.
She glanced back at me, relief in her eyes.
“We don't have to rush this,” I said. “I want you to be comfortable.”
I want you to want this, is what I really wanted to say. If she didn't want to be with me, there was no way I could fuck her. It would feel like I was taking advantage of her, and that went against everything I stood for. If she decided she didn't want to sleep with me, I'd have to understand and find someone else.
Casey turned around to face me, my hands falling at my sides. She reached out and took one of them into her hands. They were soft, warm, and so smooth.
“You make me feel comfortable, Malcolm,” she said. “I forgot, for a moment, what it was like to be in the same room with you, but now that I'm here – this all feels so natural.”
“Good,” I said, squeezing her hand. “Because if at any time you don't want to go through with this, just say the word.”
She chuckled. “There's no way I'm backing out, Malcolm,” she said. “You don't have to worry about that.”
She stood on her tip-toes and I leaned forward, her hair brushing against my cheek as our lips met. A shockwave coursed through my body, a warmth spread across my skin and down to my groin as our lips brushed against one another's. Casey pull
ed back and stared deep into my eyes.
“I know we can't get too attached to one another,” she sighed. “But I don't want this to be awkward either.”
“I agree,” I said, stroking her cheek tenderly. “I want you to enjoy this.”
“And I want you to enjoy it too,” she said as she leaned into my touch. “There's just one thing I think you should know – ”
“What is it?”
She closed her eyes and rested into my touch. “I'm – well – I'm a virgin.”
My entire body froze, and I felt entirely rooted to my spot. As if she could send the tension in my body, Casey opened her eyes, concern written across her beautiful face.
“Is that going to be a problem?” she asked.
“I just – well, I really don't know how I feel about being your first, Casey. Especially under these circumstances,” I said. “Your first time should be special, not just a babymaking activity.”
She moved her head just enough so that my fingers rested against her lips. She kissed them gently before speaking.
“I have no doubt we can make this special, Malcolm. I need to do this,” she said. I pulled my hand away, but she grabbed it back. “I want this.”
She kissed me again, her lips pressing against mine and took the words right out of my mouth. Her body pressed into mine as our tongues met, setting off explosions of sensation inside of me.
“I want this, Malcolm,” she repeated, her lips moving against mine. “Please, don't deny me. Let me have your baby.”
How could I resist a woman literally begging me to fuck her, to have my child? I couldn't. My body ached with a need I couldn't resist. I picked her up in my arms, lifting her feet off the floor, and carried her over to the bed. I laid her down, gently, and fell on top of her. We continued kissing as I explored her body and she explored mine. Her tiny hands removed my suit jacket, letting it slide to the floor, before she went for my buttons.
My cock grew harder, aching as it fought against the confines of my slacks, pressing into Casey's belly. My shirt fell to the ground, and Casey raked her nails across my flesh.
“Yes, yes, Malcolm,” she groaned, arching her back up toward me.
It was her first time, and I didn't want to hurt her. I wanted her to feel good. To truly enjoy herself and not regret me being her first. I moved down the length of Casey's body as she stared up at me, a confused look on her face.
“What are you doing?” she asked.
I didn't answer her. Not with words at least. I lifted her dress up, exposing her thighs, and dotted soft, gentle kisses along her skin. She groaned, her body shuddering as I inched closer to her panties. From between her legs, I could smell her. It was the delicious, musky scent of a woman who was turned on.
She wasn't lying when she'd said she wanted this, I thought to myself.
I slid the panties aside and dove into the freshly shaved pussy, my tongue lapping at her clit. Casey jumped and let out a soft giggle of surprise, but then her hands found the back of my head and she was groaning as I went down on her.