The Recluse

She still wore her clothes, which really wouldn’t fucking do. I needed her naked, needed to bask in her nudity, memorize every inch of her, every dip and hollow. I wanted to know where every birthmark was, how pink her nipples got when she came, if they darkened up even more.

God, I wanted to know all of it.

All her secrets. All her whispered words when she was in the throes of pleasure.

And I’d find out it all, because I wasn’t letting her go.

She knew what I wanted without me having to ask. I could see that realization on her face. Or maybe the fact that she kept lowering her eyes to my cock, which was still hard as granite and sticking through the fly of my slacks, was indication enough I wanted to fuck her good and hard.

I needed to feel her tight virgin pussy squeezing my cock. I wanted her to say she was mine while my big, thick dick was buried deep inside her. I wanted to look in her eyes and tell her with my body she was the only one I want.

And as I watched her get undressed, when I saw she was about to toss her little white panties to the floor, I snagged them and brought them to my nose. I inhaled her sweet scent before shoving the underwear in my back pocket.

“Spread your legs, Kitty.” I started getting undressed too and never took my eyes off her. When my shirt was off and my pants nothing more than a pile of material on the floor, I reached for my dick and started stroking the fucker again.

And she watched me the whole time.

I lowered my gaze to the perfect mounds of her tits, along her belly, her navel, and right down to her spread pussy. She shaved, not all of it, but enough that her lips were bare and the only hair was a strip at the top of her mound.

Fuck.

She was pink and so damn smooth, and her wetness glistened for me. I sure as fuck wanted to be gentle and go slow. This was her first time, and she deserved candles and silk, soft music and coaxing touches.

She deserved everything I’d never been.

But I’d try. I wanted to be softer around the edges for Kitty.

I wanted to be a gentler man for her.

I got on the bed and moved between her thighs, running my hands over her calves, up the back of her thighs, and felt her skin pucker from my touch. “So receptive,” I murmured. I settled myself over her much smaller body, my lips at her throat as I started to lick and suck at her flesh. She smelled good, tasted even better.

I should have won a fucking medal for the amount of restraint I was using right now, for the fact that I wasn’t thrusting into her welcoming virgin heat. But I could go slow, as slow as humanly possible for a man who was obsessed with a woman.

I was on top of her a second later, had my mouth on her neck, and used my lower half to nudge her thighs open even more so I could wedge myself between them. A guttural sound left me, rising up deep from my body. I knew she felt the vibrations, a physical reminder of what she did to me.

I pressed my cock between her legs, because I couldn’t fucking help myself, and felt her slick folds surround my shaft. Holy shit. Soaked. She was drenched for me.

I hissed as I started moving back and forth, working myself between her legs, her folds framing my dick, her moans and my grunts fueling me on.

I couldn’t stop myself from groaning out my pleasure. “So good,” I whispered. “So fucking good, Kitty.” I opened my eyes to see hers were closed, as if she couldn’t help herself either. I wanted her lost in me.

When I started moving faster, she writhed beneath me, her mouth parted, her eyes still closed as she was clearly enjoying this moment.

As much as I wanted to keep this going, just let my cock push into her tight body, I wanted to taste her more right now. I needed her flavor on my tongue, sliding down the back of my throat.

I just needed her.

When I slowed, she opened her eyes, this hazy look on her face. I moved down the length of her body, watching her the entire time, going slow so she knew my intent. When my face was right between her thighs, her musky, intoxicating scent slamming into my nose and filling my head, I closed my eyes and inhaled even deeper. I lifted my gaze and stared at her, and saw she watched me expectantly. “Anyone ever touch you like this, baby?”

She didn’t verbally respond, just shook her head slowly.