Our Love Story

“I didn’t fall from heaven. I fell from the airplane, and I fell into your arms. So, tell me, what exactly can you do with your hands?”

I growl at her words. God, this girl wants it. I move my fingers up and down her creamy cunt, her slit slick with desire as I press one finger inside of her, she winces in surprise as I do.

“I thought you like to finger fuck yourself?” I ask.

“Not like that. I always just touch on the outside. I’ve never touched myself inside my pussy.”

I look at her in surprise, honestly shocked by her words. She’s never touched herself completely, never felt inside her walls. I groan thinking about how tight she must be. So untouched and perfect.

When I moved my finger around, I watch her hips move as she’s becoming more relaxed and getting into the way I’m pleasuring her. I press a second finger inside, and when I do, she gasps. I move to find her little G-spot, so tender and wanting.

“Oh, Enzo, oh God.” She’s speechless. My little lover is completely at a loss for words. She’s never been penetrated before, and it makes me feel so fucking good to know I’m getting her off. I’m getting hard as hell just thinking about it.

Her body squirms in pleasure, she’s panting now, and she closes her eyes, clenching her fists in her long hair. She’s becoming undone as I finger fuck her, which only makes me want to get her off more. I pound my fingers into her little hole, getting her ready to come, and damn, does this girl come.

Hell, she’s not coming, she’s squirting all over my hand, her juice reaching my elbow, coating my cock as I kneel between her long legs.

“Oh, God,” she moans, falling apart on the ground.

“It’s okay, baby. Do you like how it feels?”

She nods, and I reach for her hand, lacing my fingers through hers so she knows she’s not alone as she lets go of everything she’s held back her entire life.

I don’t stop moving my fingers because I know my amante has more to give. I keep banging her with my fingers, moving harder and harder against her swollen pussy.

I take my hand away slowly as she finishes all over me, and then I move my forefinger and middle finger over her swollen nub, spreading her pussy lips so I can see her hood. Then I finger her there, moving over her faster and faster, wanting every last juicy bit of her come to coat my hand. She finishes orgasming against me, completely raw and wrecked in the most beautiful way.

“What did you do to me?” she whimpers as if her mind has literally just been exploded.

“I think you just had a proper orgasm.”

“Is that what sex is going to feel like?” she asks, her eyes dreamy with pleasure.

Kneeling before her, my cock aches to enter her slit, but I know I have to wait and honor her and my friends. I’ll wait for her pussy.

But damn it’s hard.

As if knowing what I’m thinking about, she reaches her hand to her pussy to coat herself in her own creamy release and then wraps her hand around my length, and starts pumping my hard cock up and down, up and down.

I’m groaning as she jerks me off, my tip already covered with come, and damn, to be jerked off, coated in her juice is a fucking dream come true.

“Bella, you’re gonna make me come so fast,” I tell her.

But she just looks at me, smiling brightly, the sunshine behind her lightening her face. Everything about this day so damn perfect.

“Good,” she says. “I hope you come fast because that means there will be time for seconds before we have to go home.”

I come, and when I do it shoots over her pussy. She moves my cock, aiming me in that direction as if imagining what it’s going to be like in a few days when I shoot come deep inside her cunt. She must like what she’s picturing because as I coat her pussy in my come she takes my hand and presses it back to her mound, ready for me to get her off again.Chapter ElevenChloeWhen Enzo walks me back inside the house, my body feels like jelly. Everything about today was perfect. I opened up to Enzo emotionally and physically. And it only makes me more excited about what is in store for all of us.

Maybe the universe is rewarding me after a lifetime of heartbreak, with one really amazing week where I am getting my love bank filled to the brim. I don’t know if even I believe in that sort of thing. And maybe it doesn’t matter.

Maybe right now, all that matters is that I am choosing to live in the moment.