Immediately, her knees tried to close from being a little shy. After what we’d already done, I had no intention of letting her be shy now.
“I’ve already seen the most vulnerable part of you sweet girl, you don’t need to try to hide now,” I assured her.
As much as I’d love to strip her completely, I could only imagine how overwhelming it could feel to see me still be fully dressed. Reaching for my shirt, I took my sweet time unbuttoning each button.
It felt impossible not to tease Lana while she was staring at me with such a hunger in her gaze. When she wasn’t looking at my exposed chest, her eyes had lowered to the hardened curve of my erection through my dress pants.
“From the look of it Lana, I’d have to think you were enjoying torturing my body without even lifting a finger,” I pointed out with a soft chuckle.
“I am definitely enjoying myself,” she confessed as her eyes refused to budge.
Deciding not to make her feel too impatient, I reached down to release myself. After I freed my cock and had my fingers wrapped around my girth, I had to fight against the urge to groan. After going a long time without being with another woman, I had to admit, I was a bit sensitive.
Lana did me the favor of removing her own shirt. Left in only her bra, it felt like torture watching her remove the last layer of lace.
When she laid flat against the bed once more, I knew I’d run out of patience. I couldn’t take it anymore. I had to make her mine.
Fitting my body between her parted thighs, I listened to her labored breathing.
“It’s going to be alright,” I promised in an attempt to ease her nerves. With the way she wiggled beneath me, I thought she was worried it would hurt.
Instead, she was biting back a smile.
“I know,” she assured me. Her cheeks grew darker in color. “I guess I’m a little excited to finally have you all to myself.”
I couldn’t hold back my own grin at her words.
Pressing myself against her wet entrance, I eased my way in slowly. Two inches deep and she was already wincing. Knowing we wouldn’t be able to avoid the discomfort of taking her innocence, I pressed myself fully in.
“Are you alright?” I asked, breathing heavily already. She was far tighter than I could’ve imagined. Each movement felt like a temptation of blowing right there. Fuck, how was I supposed to make her feel true pleasure if I couldn’t even last?
With her brows scrunched together, Lana forced a nod. Staying right where I was to give her enough time to adjust, her ankles bumped against my tailbone.
“I’m ready, I promise,” she assured me after a moment of adjusting herself.
Slowly, I pulled out of her with only an inch remaining. Sucking in a lungful of air, I thrust inside of my sweet painter. Like a flower, she opened right up. Taking my cock with each stroke, I had a front row seat to watch her grow undone.
All I could think about was how lucky of a bastard I was to get the chance to experience this.
My stomach felt like it was twisting around into tight knots.
Her pleas were soft, but I could hear her whispered demands to keep going. While fighting myself, I made sure to give her what she needed.
My hand curled around the headboard, gripping the wood for support with each thrust of my hips.
Her moans filled the four walls of my bedroom. Listening to her fall apart, I watched her breasts lift as her back arched.
Lana teetered on the brink, threatening to hit her peak at any second. She was close, so desperately close to release. Her walls spasmed around my cock. Finally, her entire body shuddered. Tilting her chin up toward the ceiling, her lips parted with a lack of a gasp.
When she collapsed beneath my body, I enjoyed the last few thrusts before I fell to the same fate.
I clasped her hips, pulling her hard into my final thrust. Choosing not to fight against a losing battle, I filled her with my release.
Before I moved away from her, I took the chance to kiss the top of her forehead. Lana looked absolutely exhausted. The soft smile I got in return was rewarding enough.
Pulling out, I collapsed next to her and listened to her let out a yawn. Even now, she came off looking satisfied.
Laying next to Lana, I fought hard not to stare in her direction. All I wanted to do was bask in her perfection.
I didn’t want to let her go.
She’d given a part of herself away to me and now, I didn’t think I could go back to living the way I was before. My life without Lana felt empty and cold. Why in the hell would I want to go back to living that way?
I wouldn’t ask her to stay. That needed to be a decision made by herself.
All I could do was watch each day go by until she had to leave.