Electing For her Curves

The thickening ache in the front of my pants begging for relief, but it’s Krystal’s turn for now.

I want her in my mouth and I tell her so; watching her own arousal skyrocket before I finally press my mouth over her quivering pussy, groaning loudly as I feel her pleasure, moving under me.

I’ve never felt so much like I’ve known someone forever. I’ve seen her from afar, it’s why I came to Woods End, but meeting her, having her in my bed. It feels like we’ve always done this.

It feels like we’ll always do this.

I promise myself I’ll pleasure her every day that she needs it, as long as she needs it.

Hoping that’s every day from now on.

Tasting her, feeling her climax, and holding her afterward, I move my body up onto hers.

She holds me tighter, letting me know it’s okay to lay on her with my weight.

Her soft, smooth curves against my own hard body gives us both a sense of balance.

But something’s troubling her, I can tell.

She looks past me for a moment, and I ask her if I’m too heavy.

I slide off to the side, snuggling against her still, and taking her chin in my hand I ask her what’s the matter.

“I’m… I’m a virgin,” she says, looking away again, red in the face and ashamed.

I sigh loudly, throwing myself onto my back with both hands at my sides.

She doesn’t say anything but I can tell she feels like it’s the worst thing in the world wherein reality, I couldn’t be more relieved.

My hand finds hers and giving it a gentle squeeze I bring it to my lips.

“Sorry,” she murmurs, and I’m quick to raise myself up on one elbow, turning her to face me.

“Don’t be sorry, Krystal. It’s the best news I’ve had all day… except for the part where you begged me to make you come in my mouth,” I tell her honestly, cocking a brow and making us both laugh.

“You mean it?” she asks, still looking unsure.

“Of course,” I growl. “It means that you really are all mine. You’ll be my only from now on and I’ll be your first.”

“My only,” she repeats, letting her palm find my cheek, stroking it until I pull her into me and kiss her again.

Her hand runs down my front, finding the tent pole of my hardness which she grips, making me jerk a little before I moan loudly.

“For a first-timer, you’ve got a hell of a grip,” I observe, making her smile devilishly as she bites her lip, toying with my zipper.

“Can I see it?” she asks innocently, her thumb circling the round head of my cock, freeing a warm bead of thick precome, the same I’ve felt oozing from me since the moment we got home.

I nod slowly. “If you want to,” I tell her, not wanting to rush her now that I know it’s her first time.

Her head stabs a quick flurry of nods, and in seconds I’ve freed my hardness for her, sliding my pants down and sighing as the air hits me, feeling my dick twitch and throb as her hands gently start to explore me.

I lay on my back again, content to let her do whatever she wants until I feel her hands starting to pump me in time with her own whimpering grunts.

Almost too quickly.

My hand grabs hers and she gasps, looking up at me as if she’s done something wrong.

But I shake my head, smiling.

“This is for here,” I tell her, sliding my other hand up between her legs, feeling how wet she is already all over again.

The heat from her slit on my hand is enough to make my cock start to jerk and twitch, a line of precome running down my shaft which she fingers and brings to her lips before kissing me.

Letting me taste myself like I let her taste her own essence.

With one final pass up the length of my cock, she gathers some more of me in her palm and presses it in between her legs.

“Here,” she whispers, shuddering as I watch her pupils dilate and her eyes half close, almost rolling back in her head.

I want nothing more than to put myself between her thick thighs, to grab those rounded hips of hers and fill her with everything I’ve got. To feel that heavy chest and bullet nipples scratching at my own as I make her come harder on my cock than she ever could in my mouth.

But I can’t pressure her. I won’t.

I want her to give herself to me when she’s ready, and not a second beforehand. We can fool around but I won’t waste a drop of my seed outside of her.

It’s all for her, I just know that somehow. I know that what we have is sacred and I have to respect it.