My body resisted him and I tensed up.
“Relax,” Brett murmured against my mouth and he swirled the head of his cock against my lips.
That felt so much better, and I relaxed against him. It didn’t take me long to start squirming, to start deepening our kiss with my need. He worked himself through my lips and then pressed the head of his cock against my clit. My hips jerked and I cried out in his mouth.
“Are you ready?” he asked between pulls on my lips.
“Yes!” I assured him and in my enthusiasm I grabbed up two big handfuls of his ass.
Brett began to pull away. “I need to get the condom out of my pocket.”
“No,” I told him and dug my nails into his flesh. “We don’t need it.”
He tensed against me. “Are you sure? I don’t want to get you pregnant…”
“Yes,” I groaned and rocked against the head of his cock.
Inside I was clenching, all I could feel was need. Need to have him touching me. Need to ha
ve him inside me. I had no idea how it would feel but my imagination ran wild. “I’m on the pill.”
Brett seemed to hesitate for another moment before lowering back down on top of me with acceptance. He brushed my hair back. “This may hurt…”
“I don’t care,” I said impatiently and arched up while pulling hard on his cheeks. God, he had such a nice, tight ass.
Brett must have believed me because the next moment the most terrible pain sliced through my core.
“Ow,” I whined as Brett buried his face against my neck and groaned.
At first all I could feel was the sharp pain.
Brett placed sweet, little kisses against my neck. “I’m so sorry, baby,” he apologized to me.
I was very, very still, waiting for the pain to ease. Surprisingly, it didn’t take long for the slice to fade into a tender ache. It helped a great deal that Brett continued to soothingly kiss me and stroke me. He didn’t move as well, and after a couple of minutes I became aware of a new sensation. I felt filled.
“You’re inside me,” I gasped and grabbed his face with my hands.
“I am,” he confirmed and stared intensely into my eyes. “Does it still hurt?”
I took a moment to be sure, taking mental stock of all my parts, but the ache had faded enough that I could honestly shake my head and answer, “No, not anymore.”
“Do you want to stop?” he asked next.
I quickly shook my head. “No. Please.”
He began to slowly pull back, withdrawing from me. The sensation was so strong I gasped. Then just as slowly he pushed his way back in.
“Are you sure?” he asked, his voice strained.
“Please. Don’t. Stop.” I implored him, squirming. He was buried deep inside me but it wasn’t enough. I needed something more.
Brett’s lids lowered and he pulled out slowly again but then thrust back in fast. “Do you like this?”
I arched up as he filled me again. “Yes.”
“Fuck, Mandy,” he growled and pulled back out only to slam himself deep. “I don’t know how long I can last,” he warned.
And that made me a little sad. Honestly, I loved what he was doing and felt like I wouldn’t mind if he could do it all night long. But I could totally understand. This wasn’t just my first time, it was also his.