It was only after I’d sowed my oats far and wide that I came to the realization that there truly is one perfect being out there for each of us. I made up my mind then and there that I would no longer settle. I’d partake of the pleasures of the flesh sure, but I would never give my heart or my name to anyone other than that one perfect woman I hoped to find. I find it laughable now that I’d ever thought to find happiness with someone like Tessa.
It wasn’t fair to compare, but how could I resist? I haven’t even been inside of my Samantha yet, and already she’s got the other beat by a mile and then some. Her taste alone is something I can never see myself getting enough of, and the feel of her beneath my hands has been driving me insane for a week. This past week has also taught me how to read her body and how to differentiate between the sounds she makes.
But I’d learned something new tonight, hadn’t I? Something wild and exciting that had sent her tumbling further into my heart. That part of me that has always hungered for something more with my partners was finally being filled. Something I’d come to accept might never happen but had searched for with all due diligence.
I was never one to coerce sexual proclivity from the women I took to my bed. For me, I think that sex should come naturally in whatever form you like it best. If I have to talk a woman into doing the things I like, how will I ever know if she’s truly enjoying it or if she’s just doing it to please me? That’s one of the drawbacks of being as wealthy as I am. People tend to go out of their way to do things contrary to their nature or that they outright hate to please me. Not her!
With the memory of her reaction fresh in my mind, I pulled my tongue from her cunt and licked my way down her inner thigh. I inhaled her scent deeply, still fucking that finger in and out of her ass, now a bit more roughly. “Look at me.” She opened clouded eyes and looked down between her thighs where I laid.
As soon as her eyes cleared, I lowered my head and bit the soft flesh of her inner thigh, and felt the orgasm start to build in the tensing of her limbs. She made a cute little keening sound as she stared down at me and bit into her lip. She was probably questioning why something as seemingly inane as a bite of her flesh should make her react so strongly, but I knew the answer, and it filled me with such delight I could barely contain myself.
I licked the spot where I bit her, and she trembled as a trickle of pussy juice leaked out of her to land on the flowery petal of her cunt lips. “Close your eyes.” I can’t wait. I have to get inside her now. She’s as ready as she’s going to be; at least her pussy’s producing enough nectar to make the breach easier.
But her mind is a whole other matter. I’d seen the genuine fear in her eyes, something I’d expect from a virgin. But there’s no better way to assuage her fear than by showing her that the pain will be fleeting. At least, I hope so. My cock has never been this hard; I don’t think or this hungry to get inside of someone.
So even though inside I had all the tender feelings towards her I should and as much as I made up my mind to cherish her now, there’s no telling what my boy is going to do once he gets near her, which he’s been trying to do since she had that spectacular orgasm on the couch.
With her eyes closed, I saw that her little hands were fisted tight as if bracing for something. I wish I could spare her this, but I won’t lie to her. I know how tight she is; I’ve been testing her pussy with my fingers for the past week though she had no idea that I was trying my best to stretch her so I could at least get the first few inches inside of her.
In all fairness to me, I’d planned on giving her more time. I even gave some thought to using a toy or two on her, but the thought of something else being there before me left me cold and unusually pissed, so I nixed the idea before it took root. Now we’re at crunch time, and my heart is warring with my dick. It’s a dilemma, and the first time I’ve faced it, but there was no turning back.