Too Good to Be Wrong

He tongued her clit, circling the bud then sliding down to plunge into her sweet pussy.

“Henry, please.”

She tugged on his head, and he expected her to stop him from doing anything more. April moved away from him but instead of going toward the front door, she walked in the direction of the bedroom.

Kicking his sweatpants all the way off his body, he followed her into the bedroom, desperate for more. She stood at the foot of the bed. He didn’t give her the chance to speak as he wrapped her in his arms and claimed her lips once again.

She gasped, opening her lips, and he took full advantage.

“Fuck me, Henry,” she said in between kisses.

He shoved her to the bed, gently. She sat down on the edge staring at him.

“Open your legs. I’ll fuck you all in good time. I want to taste you. Before I put my cock inside you I want you to come on my tongue.” He went to his knees before her and slid his hands up the outside of her thighs before going inside.

April lay back on the bed, opening her thighs wide for him. For the longest time he simply stared into her eyes before returning his attention to her sweet pussy.

Using his fingers he opened her lips and started to suck on her clit. She cried out, jerking into a sitting position on the bed.

“Are you tender there?” he asked.

“Yes. No one has ever, erm, gone down on me before.”

“It’s their loss.” He wasn’t going to give her any reason to hate oral. Henry was already addicted to the taste of her in his mouth. “I love the taste of your pussy.”

He flicked his tongue over her clit before licking down to tongue-fuck her pussy. She gripped the bedding on either side of her. Her hands went into fists as he drove her closer and closer to orgasm.

Henry kept her at the peak of pleasure refusing to let her over the edge until he wanted her to. Leaving the lips of her sex, he teased her opening with one hand while the other held onto her stomach to keep her in place.

She squirmed in his hold.

He pumped two fingers inside her, sucking her clit into his mouth. That was all it took to have her climaxing. He wouldn’t release her until he was sure she was over the peak.

****

April cried out as her orgasm took her completely by surprise. His tongue was wicked, in a good way. She collapsed to the bed, but he wasn’t finished with her yet. He budged her up the bed until she lay amongst the plump pillows.

She watched him lick his lips, and his mouth glistened with her cream. “You taste so good,” he said.

She reached out to touch him. This couldn’t be real, yet it was. Henry was naked above her, touching her, bringing her to orgasm. It didn’t seem true to her. She touched his face sliding down his chest.

“Touch me, April. I’m all yours.”

He sat back on his heels, and she took the time to caress him. His body was rock hard beneath her fingers. The hours he took working out must have been worth it. She never liked working out and saw no use for it other than to give people jobs.

They were both naked, and she sat up. His cock stood out long and hard. He was the biggest man she’d ever seen. She gripped the length of his shaft working from the root down to the tip. The foreskin peeled back to reveal the mushroom head.

“Fuck,” he said.

Henry covered her hand with his, speeding up her actions. He wanted her to hold him a little tighter and move her hands faster. The way he touched himself looked painful, yet the look on his face showed something else.

For several minutes she touched his cock, finding out what he liked and what it would take to please him.

“That feels so fucking good, April.” The way he said her name was like an erotic moment all in itself.

A fresh wave of arousal hit her hard, and she continued to touch him.

“As much as I hate to say this you’re going to have stop.” He pushed her hand away.

“Why?”

“I don’t want to come all over the sheets for our first time together. I want to feel this tight pussy around my dick.”

She groaned as he rubbed the tip of his cock against her clit.

“You’re so wet for me, April. Tell me you want this.”

“I want this. I want you, Henry.” They were not hard words to find.

He pushed the head inside her, and she gasped.

“Fuck, you’re tight.”

April had had sex before, but with her infatuation for Henry, she’d not been with another man since then.

When the tip of him was inside, his hands went to her hips, and with one long thrust he was completely within her.

She cried out. Henry wasn’t a small man. The length and thickness of him filled her completely, pushing her to the verge of pain.

He took her lips in another searing kiss. “Heaven,” he said.