She’d watched my face, horror written all over it, as I’d gone through with it.
When I’d taunted her to look at it, she’d refused.
Which led us to now, years later, as she stared at my cock through the silky material of my underwear and imagined what it would look like.
“Go ahead,” I teased her. “Pull my underwear down and look.”
I didn’t think that she would do it, but when she marched over to me, determination in her step, I realized that she had more gumption than I gave her credit for.
“You don’t think I will?” she challenged.
The grin that turned up the corner of my lips had her narrowing her eyes.
I stood up straighter and gestured. “I think you won’t.”
Her nails scraped my skin as she reached forward and curled her fingers around the waistband of my underwear.
My dick hardened even further, which was almost laughable because I was already really fucking hard before.
Keeping her eyes on mine, she slowly started to tug the waistband of my underwear down, one slow inch at a time.
My dick didn’t work with her at all, though.
At one point the waistband got stuck at the base of my cock and she was forced to look down.
A groan of surprise left her lips as she stared at it.
Staring at her face, I said, “Hurry up and take them off or I will.”
Just like her, I was impatient.
Her show of frustration earlier only solidified the fact that we needed to do this.
I needed her.
She needed me.
And nothing would get accomplished if we didn’t get down to business.
With my challenge in my eyes, she all but ripped my underwear down over my cock.
I groaned when my cock was finally free of its confines, and laughed when it slapped her stomach.
She gasped, eyes wide, as she stared at my cock.
“You don’t have it anymore!” she cried out.
She grasped my cock, lifting it and bending down so that she was face to face with it, inspecting where the hole of my piercing had once been.
“I took it out,” I admitted. “The day that I got it. It got caught in my shorts for baseball practice and I almost had an ‘oh my god’ scenario of it ripping out during the middle of a game. I know it was stupid, I had pants that covered it, but yeah. It came out. Hole grew over. I only have a tiny scar now to show where it once was.”
But teasing her relentlessly with the prospect of a piercing was the highlight of my life.
“I can’t believe you would tease me about it all this time,” she whined.
I couldn’t focus anymore, however.
Not with her mouth that close to my cock.
She leaned forward and placed a kiss right over the tiny scar, causing my penis to jerk in surprise.
“I want to suck on that later,” she said.
Then, before I could prepare, she launched herself at me.
I had no other choice but to step backward in order to catch her.
The only problem was that, by doing so, I ran into the bed. Which I then fell over.
Luckily, it was soft and caught me.
Unluckily, Reggie’s forehead met mine on our way down.
She laughed as she repositioned herself over my body, her hand over her forehead.
“Sorry,” she said. “I’m just… excited.”
I could tell.
Not only was she quite exuberant, but I could feel the slickness of her sweet heat now pressed against my cock. It felt like if I just positioned myself right, I could slip…
She repositioned herself to where my cock was at her entrance.
Then without prompting, she slowly started to slip her warm, wet pussy down the length of my shaft.
She gasped, momentarily pausing with just the head inside, as she closed her eyes and shivered.
I couldn’t stop myself from smoothing my hands up and down her backside.
“Take me all the way,” I urged.
She opened her eyes.
Those aquamarine orbs had hesitation and worry in them as she slowly started to push more of me inside of her.
When she’d get to a sticking point, I’d urge her to come back upward with my hands on her ass, then I’d loosen my hold to once again let her push down.
Over and over we did this until finally I was seated as far as I could go.
My balls were tight as hell, sucked up between my legs, as I tried really hard not to come like an out of control teenager.
I’d had sexual partners before.
But this was Reggie.
My Regina.
Sex was different with her.
Sex was how it was supposed to be.
Emotions were pouring through my veins.
Indecision—was I making the right decision here?
Elation—holy shit I was finally inside of My Regina.
Lust—goddamn did she feel like everything I’d always imagined she would.
Sadness—why hadn’t I pushed this thing that I felt with Reggie and done this before today? There’d been so many years wasted.