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.
I sucked and licked and tasted her wetness, slipping a tongue inside of her warmth. There's nothing better than making a woman orgasm with your mouth. Feeling her body tense and writhe underneath you, the muscles of her pussy spasming around your tongue was one of my favorite things. I loved the taste of it, the knowledge that I was giving pleasure to someone.
Casey's nails dug into the back of my head, her entire body tensed up as every muscle contracted and released while I worked on her with my mouth. I knew she was close and kept eating her out until she screamed.
“Oh God, Oh God, I'm – ”
The rest of the sentence was incomprehensible as she spasmed wildly, her thighs tightening around me as she came. After the last throes of her orgasm, Casey collapsed flat onto the bed, her entire body limp. She looked down at me, her eyes half closed and a crooked smile on her face.
“That was amazing,” she whimpered. “But why –”
I slipped her panties down and off her body as I answered, “It's your first time, Casey,” I said. “I want you to enjoy it. And in order to enjoy it, you need to be relaxed. What better way to relax you than warming you up with an orgasm first?”
She smiled wider at me as I tossed her panties on the floor beside us. I reached for my belt, and Casey sat up, helping me unzip my pants. Her hands were still shaking slightly, as she slipped my pants down, exposing my cock.
I watched her face carefully, as her eyes grew wide and her mouth fell open into a perfect “O”. She stared down at my member, then up at me with absolute lust in her eyes. I'm fairly well-endowed – another reason to make sure Casey was ready for me.
As much as people like to fantasize about sex with virgins, truthfully, it usually sucked for both parties involved. Unless you were into hurting your partner, that was. And I wasn't. Not at all. I pulled at the sundress, forgetting about the zipper in the back, and lifted it up and over her head. Something ripped as I yanked it off, but neither of us seemed to care at that moment. The tip of my dick glistened with pre-cum, and my balls ached from the semen building up inside of me.
While I hadn't told Casey about it, according to our fertility specialist, I wasn't allowed to masturbate for days to make sure my sperm count was high enough to hopefully get the job done the first try.
Not that I'd complain about future tries, but time was of the essence.
Casey laid back down on the bed, naked except for a black, lacy bra that held her D-cups. I fell down, on top of her, dotting kisses along the cleavage as she wrapped herself around me. I adjusted her body, so I could reach the hooks in the back, removing the bra and tossing it to the side.
Her nipples stood out from her breasts, perky and pink, and I kissed her right one gently. Casey whimpered, her eyes fluttering closed as I took it between my lips and sucked, keeping my eyes on her face as I did so.
“That feels so good,” she moaned.
“Good,” I said. “I want you to feel good, Casey.”
I pressed myself into her, the tip of my cock brushing against her clit. So close, so very close. Just one thrust and I'd be buried inside of her warm, wet pussy. As if Casey could read my mind, she looked into my eyes and smiled.
She raised her body upward, and tried move things along, but I slipped, rubbing against her instead. It was just a taste of her warmth, of her wetness, but it was enough.
I had to have her.
I steadied myself on my arms, hovering just above her, and looked deep into her eyes as I took hold of my dick with one hand. I didn't need to ask her if she was ready or if she was sure, her body told me that she was. She wrapped her legs around me and I slipped, just the tip, between her moist lips.
Casey bit her lip.