Her hands are smooth and dainty, and her little moans are incredibly arousing. It all works well together.
We don’t speak, both hanging onto the feelings so we don’t have to take a moment to think about how this is going to fuck up everything.
I push into her body, watching her take me. There has never been a more erotic moment than the moment the tightest pussy I’ve ever felt hugs my cock like a vise. Inch by glorious fucking inch she swallows me, enveloping me in moisture and warmth. It burns and tingles. It really fucking burns and tingles.
She grimaces so I stop and kiss her slowly as she adjusts.
“Are you okay?” I whisper, worrying that I might have actually hurt her. Since when did I start to get all sentimental? Normally I’d just give it a moment and then start moving but now the thought of actually hurting her makes me feel things I don’t like. “Do you need to stop?”
What am I saying?
“Definitely not,” she replies, frowning. “Do you?”
“No.”
She looks at me like I’m crazy, “Then what are you waiting for?”
“You’re okay?”
“It’s been a while, I had to adjust,” she replies as I settle my weight on her, my hard dick still buried in her delectable little cunt. This is so fucking taboo and erotic. She’s too young for me but in this moment she doesn’t feel it. She feels all woman. She is all woman. She has always been all woman.
“How long is a while?”
“A while.” She smiles and bites my lower lip. “You can start now, I’m good.”
I can’t resist, I pull back but her pussy is such a clamp it almost holds me in place. I’ve never gotten so close to coming so quickly before.
I bury my face in her neck and power through it, gritting my teeth as her fingers dig into my back and her heels dig into the mattress, pushing her hips higher so I can go even deeper.
My body is trembling, almost weak as I fight to hold onto my control. She’s so good. She feels so good.
“A little more,” I whisper as her mewls get louder and her grip gets tighter. “I really need you to get there.” I’ve never not lasted the length required.
I’m going to blow it and she’s going to laugh at the experience with the old man.
Fuck that. I am not old. I have better stamina now than I did in my twenties.
I drive into her faster, my hips hammering at a speed I didn’t realize I was capable of.
“God,” she whispers, clutching me tighter.
Her pussy starts pulsing around my swollen dick and I know she’s there. She shudders with it, crying out so loudly I swallow it with my mouth right before I roar my own release, ramming into her so hard the bed gives an audible creak which it shouldn’t do because it’s hand fucking carved and built to last!
My orgasm won’t end as her walls milk me with her own. It’s intense, I lose my vision for a moment and all sense of time.
When I collapse on her as it subsides she squeals so I roll her over, laughing at her glare.
“I forgot how much bigger I am than you,” I whisper, brushing her loose hair from her face.
“I don’t mind, you’re warm. Who needs a blanket?” She curls her body into my chest and I wrap my arms around her.
This isn’t something I’ve done since my ex-wife. Normally I just do the deed and leave but I feel compelled to stay.
No.
I want to stay. She smells sweet, my cock is still nestled in her sex, my balls are still tingling and burning, my body is still on fire. I don’t want to move an inch.
Her lips touch my chest and she releases a happy little sigh.
“Is sex always like this?”
“No,” I reply honestly, wondering if she meant to ask if sex is always like this with me, or just in general. The latter would mean things I don’t want to think about or address. “Your pussy is liquid gold.” I kiss her temple and roll onto my back, yanking her up to straddle me. Her body flops onto my chest, making me laugh again. “You done?”
“I think I might be.” She leans up and winces.
“You’re hurt.” I frown and immediately remove myself from her body as I roll us back over until she’s on her back and I’m hovering above her. “What’s wrong? Too rough?”
“No, it’s just been a while,” she replies gently but her words don’t reassure me.
I close my eyes, feeling like shit. “Please tell me I’m not your first.”
“No, you’re not my first.”
Thank fuck.
“You’re just my first in a while.” Her eyes are happy but sleepy. She yawns, covering her mouth with her arm.
“What does that mean? What’s a while?”