Southern Heart (Southern 5)

"It’s…" he starts to say. "I don’t know if that’s a good idea." My hand moves back now, and I’m afraid to touch him. "No, no," he says, pulling my hands to him. "It’s just. Well." I look at him. "It’s been over eight years." I stare at him now. "You weren’t the only one," he says and then shakes his head. "What I mean is you weren’t the only one with feelings. I couldn’t get you out of my head." I look down, hiding my smile. "So I’m afraid that if you touch me, I’ll have no control."

I get on my knees in front of him. "I’ll be gentle," I say as I unsnap his button and pull down his zipper. His hard cock is filling the gap. "I’ll be really gentle," I say to him.

"Great," he says sarcastically as I pull the jeans over his hips. "Just fucking great," he says through clenched teeth when I pull his boxers down and his cock springs free.

My hand moves without even thinking as I grab his thickness in my hand. I lean down and lick the tip of his cock. His hands go to my head, and I look up to see his head back with his eyes closed, and it gives me a power I didn’t know I had. Just as he let me lose control, knowing I have the same power makes me take the tip of his cock in my mouth and taste the saltiness from his pre-cum when it hits my tongue. I take as much as I can of him down my throat before moving back up again. My hand moves with my mouth. I get to the tip, letting go and then licking around again in a circle. "Fuck," he says, his eyes watching me. I suck his cock and move my hand with my mouth. His eyes never leaving mine. I lick down the shaft, my hand wet from my mouth. "Okay, enough," he says. "I can’t wait any longer." He looks into my eyes. "Lie back."

I get back in the middle of the bed and lie here with my legs spread for him. I watch him take off his pants, and then he suddenly stops moving. "What’s the matter?"

He looks at me with the most pained look of his life. "I don’t have a condom."

Chapter 25

Mayson

We are in the middle of her bed, both of us naked, when it finally dawns on me. "I don’t have a condom." I mean, why the fuck would I need a condom? For the past eight years, I haven’t looked at anyone else, so there was no point in carrying around a condom.

"I’m on the pill." She looks at me. "And I’m clean obviously, I’ve only ever." I put my hand up.

She leans over to the side table and reaches in, bringing out a silver dildo. "This is the only thing I’ve been with."

"Interesting," I say, taking it from her and tossing it over my shoulder, hoping that it shatters on the floor. "I’m clean,” I say. I wait for her to say something else, but she doesn't. Instead, she lies back down in the middle of the bed and spreads her legs for me. If I thought she was hot with clothes on, nothing could have prepared me for seeing her naked. Her perfect plump tits fit perfectly in my hand. Her pussy has a small landing strip, and she tasted like a juicy strawberry in the middle of a summer day. I crawl between her legs, my cock in my hand, and I stroke it because if I don’t, I’ll probably come all over her without even getting into her. Her legs open wider for me, and when I’m close enough, I take my cock and slide it up and down her slit. She’s just as wet as when my fingers were buried inside her. I move my cock up and down a couple of times and then put my cock at her entrance. I push forward just a touch, and the tip slowly slips into her. Her pussy is strangling my cock already. I have to close my eyes before I pound into her. I open them again, and she just looks at me. "Tell me if I hurt you."

"I need you," she says, wiggling her ass left and right. "I need you to move." Her hands reach out to her sides as she grips the covers in her hands. "More."

I pull out a bit and then slowly give her a bit more. I watch her face to make sure she isn’t in pain. I continue moving in and out until I’m finally buried all the way in her with my balls slamming against her ass. Both of us are now moaning. "I need you not to move,” I say as I feel her hips moving up and down.