Boy Trouble

On somewhat shaky legs, the most gorgeous woman I’ve ever seen stands before me, waiting. I slowly tug on the zipper nestled over her amazing ass. The only sound in the room is our mixed breathing and the bite of the zipper releasing. The skirt, wrinkled and gathered around her hips, slowly falls to the floor. “Fuck me,” I groan, taking in the view. “You wear these to work?” I ask, my voice thick and raspy, as I run a hand over my eyes.

Marley glances back over her shoulder. “Every day.”

My eyes devour her bare ass and the tiny scrap of material nestled between her cheeks. It’s white and matches the bra, a wicked combination of innocent and naughty. I grip the globes in my hands, desperation burning in my veins. Hooking the waistband in my fingers, I slowly slide them down her legs, exposing the sweetest pussy I’ve ever seen. I quickly remove her blouse and bra, anxious to get her back on my bed. “Lie down, angel.”

Marley does, lying in the middle of the bed, her arms over her head. She’s a vision, one I know there’s no way I’ll ever forget. Even when I’m old and senile, I’ll still picture her like this, a look of pure rapture on her stunning face. I crawl between her legs, anxious for my first taste.

My mouth waters as I slide my tongue along her clit, making her gasp and wiggle. With my hands gripping her thighs, I devour her pussy, flicking and sucking her clit and delving my tongue inside her warmth. Marley rocks, riding my face and threading her hands into my hair. Her grip tightens on the strands, and I can feel as her muscles start to tighten. “What do you want?”

“More,” she gasps, gyrating in rapid rhythm. “Oh, God, Eli. I’m going to come.”

I suck hard on her clit and slide two fingers into her pussy. She squeezes around them, milking my fingers as she flies over the edge. I keep flicking my tongue over her clit, but my eyes are locked on her face, at the look of pure ecstasy and pleasure.

Her eyes flutter closed as she smiles, and that’s when I move. I reach for the drawer in the nightstand and pull a condom out. I’ve got myself sheathed in seconds and return to where she lies. Nestled between her open thighs, I press my body into hers and kiss her lips. She returns the kiss eagerly, her legs coming up and hitching over my hips.

Poised over her, my cock wedged between our bodies, I ask, “Are you sure about this? If we do this, you’re mine, Marley. And I’m not just talking about tonight. I mean for as long as you’ll have me in your life.”

Her eyes are wide and focused as she nods. “Yes. I want this.”

Adjusting my hips, my cock nudges at her pussy without needing to be guided. She’s warm and so fucking tight as I press inside, inch by glorious inch. It takes every ounce of self-control I can muster to not thrust forward, filling her completely. Instead, I keep my movements slow, gently moving and giving her the chance to adjust. I’ve been blessed with an above-average cock size, and the last thing I want to do is hurt her.

When I’m finally seated fully, I force myself to remain still. I can feel her muscles pulsing around my shaft, tightening and slowly starting to loosen. It’s both heaven and hell, all rolled into one. Heaven because it feels better than it ever has before, and hell, only because I want more and am trying not to move.

“What’s wrong?” she asks, tilting her pelvis upward, seeking out more.

“I’m making sure you’re ready,” I tell her through gritted teeth.

“Oh, I’m more than ready, Eli. Please.” Her eyes are heavy-lidded, but I can see the emotion there. Excitement. Bliss. Trust. It’s all there, and fuck, if it doesn’t make me feel ten feet tall, knowing I put it there.

“If you’re sure.”

She places her hands on my cheeks and gives me the sexiest grin. “Stop being the good guy, Eli, when all I want is the bad one.”

Fuck.

My cock twitches, fully on board and ready to engage completely. I rest my weight on my elbows and slowly draw out my cock. When it’s just the tip still inside her wetness, I thrust forward and rock into her, using my body to tease her clit. Marley gasps and hitches her legs up higher, opening herself up to me even more.

I kiss her sweet lips as my left hand roams to her chest, cupping her tit and squeezing the nipple. When I do, I feel her constrict around me once more. “You like that?” I ask, releasing her lips and kissing her neck.

“Yes,” she whispers, digging her fingernails into my upper back.