Taking a moment just to appreciate the sheer beauty of her tight, pink pussy, I then, as gently as possible, ran my tongue down the length of her pussy, bringing up a long, loud moan from deep in her soul. One that repeated with each pass of my light tongue over her sweet, delicate pussy lips.
Going a bit harder, I kept lapping at her, well aware that the pussy was pressure sensitive as opposed to friction sensitive. I really loved fucking her in this position. There was enough of an angle to put pressure on her clit and G-spot as I did so.
When Maggie got close to orgasm, I pulled back a bit, letting her settle a bit before going back in earnest, licking in a hard, circular motion while working a finger inside her. She started shaking so hard I thought she might collapse, so I braced my other hand on her hip in case I had to keep her from falling.
She stayed upright, just barely, as she shook and trembled with a massive orgasm. I got up and held her, kissing her gently as she came down. There was no getting around it: I was falling for the girl and I fully intended to show her how I felt.
When she was ready, I bent her over again and gently stroked my cock against her tender lips. It was as if I was giving her a warning, kind of like knocking before you go in. It really only seemed polite. I mean, she was letting me penetrate her, to actually enter her body.
Maggie jerked a bit as I got the head of my cock inside her sweet, tight, wet little pussy. She took in a sharp breath and let it slowly out, a tremble going down her.
“Ye okay, babe?” I asked, stroking her lower back.
“Hell yes! It just feels really fucking good! Don’t stop!”
I penetrated her little pussy until it was halfway up my thick, throbbing shaft. Then, taking her firmly by the hips, I started to move in her. I loved working her tight pussy, feeling it squeeze me back, not wanting to let go. It was nice to feel so welcome.
Maggie came first, trembling against me as the waves of pleasure rippled through her gorgeous, curvy body. Taking my cock near the head to keep from coming too soon, I pulled out, Maggie turning back to face me and getting on her knees to accept my load.
I pushed my cock into her mouth, keeping one hand on the back of her head as she sucked the load out of me, flooding her throat. Maggie tried to swallow it all down, getting most of it. I gently wiped the bit that got away from her chin with my thumb, which I gave her, and which Maggie sucked greedily. Then I helped her to her feet and kissed her passionately.
“Real sex could make me fall for me fake fiancée,” I said, as I held her.
Maggie laughed, seeming to think that I was kidding. I laughed too, not wanting to let on that I was not only serious but that I had actually already fallen for her. I buried it, like I had so much else, vowing not to bring it up again until I was sure. It would hardly be the first skeleton I had in my closet.
We dried her off, paying special attention to her tits and pussy. She did the same for me, making sure that my cock was throughly dry and ready for the day, giving it an impulsive little kiss on the head that neither of us mentioned. I wasn’t sure if she was falling for me the same was I was for her, but she sure did like my cock, which was certainly a start.
Leaving her wrapped in a towel drying her copious amounts of hair, I went to get ready for my audition, checking back in on her on my way out.
“I have to go, hot stuff. Take your time and eat what ye want from da kitchen. Just lock up on your way out.”
“I don’t have a key.”
“You do now; check your purse,” I said, with a wink.
The look on her face was so priceless that I knew that slipping the key into her purse earlier while we were both getting ready had been a risk worth taking.
Chapter Twelve
Maggie
The eggs popped and sizzled in the fancy cast iron skillet. There was a matching one next to it, with some really good looking bacon that I just couldn’t resist. Besides, he had said I could eat anything I wanted.
It seemed pretty cool that were at the “stay as long as you want at my place” stage of the relationship. And even the “here’s a key to my place” stage. We really hadn’t known each other that long. We had been aware of each other’s existence for a week but there hadn’t been any real contact between when we met at the professional building and him coming to pick me up for the engagement party.