“I’ve got something in mind. I’m going to fuck you so deep that the next time you cum, you might forget your own name,” Eric says, looking at me with such a cocky grin and an almost smugness in his eyes.
I’d say he’s earned it all, because my legs feel like they’re made of fire and jelly and my pussy is so wet it feels like a hurricane hit it, so I just enjoy how gorgeous that self-assured look on his face shows off his perfect dimples. “Mmm, I don’t doubt that,” I admit to him. I really don’t. Not after how he’s made me feel tonight.
Dropping my arms to my side, I watch him draw both of my legs up with kind of a dazed look. Partially because I’m still in awe of his perfect body, and also because I can’t believe how high up he’s pushing my legs. I feel so exposed, which is a silly thing for me to think I suppose after everything that’s happened tonight, but I have to fight holding my breath to prepare for just how deep he’s going to fuck me.
I know now from riding Eric that the more I let myself breathe, the better it feels, so when he presses the head of his cock to my wet pussy, I take in a deep breath, and release it slowly as he slides back into me.
“Ohhh!” I cry out, my slow breathing ruined when I feel how completely full I am. There’s a low ache in my belly, like molten heat ready to erupt. My eyes can’t focus and even though I’m laying flat, I feel like I’m going to fall or something.
Eric stays inside me like this for a moment, letting my body adjust to him, feeling all the places inside me that he’s stroked so well tonight as this new angle brings undiscovered pleasures to my body.
I suck in my lips, moaning, and look into Eric’s eyes. He looks into mine. “I feel so alive when you’re inside me,” I tell him with a voice barely above a whisper.
I know that he hears me, though, because a look of raw arousal spreads over his face. Eric thrusts deep, taking long, fast strokes into me that stay so deep that I can barely summon the strength to respond the way I want to. I draw my legs up higher, spreading them further apart, and press me body towards him, meeting his every thrust with one of my own. I crave the every sensation that his body offers, aching to feel every perfect inch of him deep inside me.
I honestly had no idea that sex could feel so good. I certainly didn’t know that I could cum so much, and when I feel another orgasm boiling to the surface, I know that I want him to cum again with me. “Eric...you’re...so...hard,” I pant. “Cum with me!” I moan out quickly, his thrust punctuating my words and drawing a squeal out of me.
“Elia,” Eric groans my name, and he starts pumping even harder, faster, and I feel how rock hard his cock is inside me. I mean, it was already so hard but it feels like steel wrapped in velvet and hot as hell as he pumps into me. I feel the my own orgasm starting to come over me, and when my pussy starts to squeeze Eric’s cock, I feel him erupt within me, too. He shoots so much cum inside me that I feel my own arousal mingling with his as they both leak out down my thighs. My legs collapse, unable to withstand the intensity and I can’t summon the strength to make myself. My arms wrap around Eric, pulling him closer to me.
His arms capture me and roll us over so that he’s holding me tight against his chest. Something about this feels...well it feels like more than just me choosing not to resist the attraction we both share. I’m desperate for his every touch and it feels like he needs to hold me tight against him. I place my head against his chest and hear Eric’s thundering heartbeat. I feel close to him.
I don’t expect this onslaught of emotions, but it is so intense that it chokes me up for a second, stops my breathing and makes my own heart hammer in my chest. All the anxiety of why I shouldn’t sleep with Eric hasn’t come back, but there’s something else that threatens beneath the surface. It isn’t bad so much as new, and as I struggle to regain control of my haggard breathing, I try to focus on the blissful feelings still washing over me.
; Eric kisses the top of my head and his hands stroke up and down my back. I wiggle a little and feel him pull his cock out of me. I yelp at the exit, feeling so empty. If I had any energy, I might demand him back inside of me. But Eric and I are both still breathing heavily. We’re slick, covered in sweat, and I feel how wet my thighs are with our shared arousal. I shift a little and realize that our cum has made me sticky. I curl against his side and dip my finger down, stroking some of the cum from my thigh, and bring it to my lips.
“You want to taste us?” Eric says, clearly aroused by this idea.
“I want us to taste us,” I say, bringing the finger to my lips, sucking up the creaminess, and then pressing my mouth to his. I don’t know why this occurred to me but it seemed so erotic, and kissing Eric with our cum between our lips is so sexy that my nipples start to ache while we’re kissing. I climb back on him, pressing myself into his chest so that I feel his hard chest crushing the soft pillows of my breasts.
I finally break the kiss after our tongues dance over each other’s, first to savor our shared taste, and then just to savor each other. I rub my lips together, feeling how deliciously sore they are like the rest of me, perfectly aching from all this pleasure. I feel well-used, like, not in a gross way...more like a paperback that’s been well-read. I’m still good for sale. Okay, not like that! I’m feeling light and silly, and I consider sharing my odd thoughts with Eric, but I find myself looking at him instead. Wondering what he’s thinking.
His fingers are tracing over my skin and he’s just looking at me. Something about this moment just feels too perfect for words, so I don’t ruin it with any. I lay my head against his chest and we look into each other’s eyes for a long time before I start to feel my eyelids getting draggy.
“Thanks for a wonderful night, Elia,” Eric says. “I hate to run, but I want to tuck my little girl in tonight.”
I know I just lost my virginity and now the guy is leaving right as I was dozing off, but there’s something so sweet about Eric leaving to make his daughter’s bedtime.
“Thank you. This was amazing.” I lean forward and kiss him, a quick goodbye kiss. He retrieves my mangled sheet, but it is more than a little wet with sweat and cum, so he grabs my comforter, and he tucks me in. I might protest that I’m not his daughter, but it feels nice and the real weight of my exhaustion just hit me. My eyelids flutter shut now, and then don’t open until the next morning when my alarm goes off for work.
My working alarm on my working phone, thanks to Eric.
Eric
I can’t believe that I bought Elia a gift, took her to a restaurant and then spent the night at her apartment. And to make matters worse, she was a virgin. Normally that wouldn’t bother me, but I told her about my daughter. I spilled everything to a girl I thought was so innocent. Innocent was right.
It’s as if she’s put a spell on me. That must be it. Maybe she works in a bookstore and she’s a part-time witch. But I guess if she was, she wouldn’t have been carrying that crappy phone before I bought her a decent one.
“Eric?” asks Jessica. She’d booked in a slot this afternoon so that we could discuss something. What we’re discussing, I can’t remember, but I can tell that she’s not happy.
“What is it?”
“I wanted us to go through it together because I’m not sure how all the pieces fit together.”
I pick up my tablet and look at the opened report I assume she’d sent when I wasn’t paying attention. My eyes can barely focus on what looks like a bunch of text and diagrams.
“So what am I looking at?”