Pixie is panting hard now in anticipation as I watch her slowly lift her legs in one smooth move until she’s holding her ankles as close to her shoulders as she can get them. I move over her, planting my fists on either side of her head as I position the head of my cock at the entrance to her sex.
“You ready for this, Paisley? Ready to be mine?”
“Please, Trevor. I swear I ache to have you inside me.”
“Say yes or say no, but I gotta hear you loud and clear, Pixie,” I tell her, feeling the past creep up on me too harshly.
On a whimper, she answers, “Yes! Yes! Yes! No doubts, not a single hesitation.”
It’s the confidence I needed to hear.
With one long, slow thrust, I fill her. I don’t want to move too quickly because she’s so small and I’m a big man in every way that counts.
She cries out in pleasure as I seat myself inside of her and hold myself there, waiting for her body to be accustomed to my size.
“Let me know when you’re ready for me to move, sweetheart.”
Her eyes are hazy with pleasure as she moans, “Move, dammit. Move now!”
I pull out and thrust in again as she closes her eyes and moans again. Then I start to make love to her, my cock so hard I feel like I might burst any minute. I end up spending part of my time concentrating on not coming too fast. I want this to last as long as it can. I need to stay inside of her like I need my next breath.
My thrusts speed up, and her entire body starts to tremble. She loses her grip on her ankles and they hit my shoulders as I begin to pound into her. Harder strokes, seating myself over and over inside of her, hitting her G-spot every time. I can see my cock glistening with her cream, and it makes me impossibly harder.
The base of my spine starts to tingle as my balls draw up tight to my body, wanting to release inside of her tight channel. I won’t be able to hold off much longer, and I want her to come one more time before I do.
I push myself up to balance on my knees and grab her hips, keeping myself inside of her as I get up. Her body is arched off the bed now, her shoulders touching the mattress, hips in my hands, as I pull out and slam back inside.
“Play with your nipples,” I tell her as I continue to pound into her.
She brings up both hands to pinch and pull on her pretty pink, little nipples, and I let go of her hips with one hand and bring my fingers over to rub her clit as I continue to push in and out of her. Her body tenses, her legs try to lock around my body, and she comes, screaming my name.
That’s when I lose it, slamming into her over and over, until light explodes behind my eyelids and I damn near collapse on top of her as I fall forward during my release. I can’t pass out on her, though, not wanting to smother her, but I sure as shit don’t want to pull out of her yet, either.
For a man who’s spent years living in a hell of his own making, this piece of heaven is too sweet to let go of.
~Paisley~
Waking up, I’m deliciously sore. This connection with Trevor is intense.
Sex is good. It’s a great physical release. Sex with Trevor, though, is off the charts amazing.
Slipping from underneath his arm, I slide my pillow in place. After a quick morning trip to the bathroom, I toss on a tank top, clean panties, and running shorts.
In the kitchen, the clock reads six in the morning, so I decide to make a sweet breakfast, hoping Trevor stays asleep for a bit.
Pulling out my recipe book, I turn the pages until I find the recipe I’m looking for: Coconut Mango Tapioca Pudding.
I don’t make this often because it takes time, and cooking for one … Well, there are easier things out there. This one is great, but if I make it for myself, then I have to plan to eat it for four days.
Quietly getting out the tapioca pearls, I pour them in a bowl with a cup of coconut milk to soak for an hour. Then I step out onto my patio and roll out my yoga mat stored here.
As I stretch, meditate, and clear my mind, my body tingles as I awaken for the day. Inhaling deeply, I feel light as a feather. Everything is centered. I go into my yoga session excited and finish completely at ease.
Heading back inside, I go up the small stairway to check on my lover. Trevor is still sleeping, which makes me happy. He looks peaceful lying there, his tattoos on display.