Texas Big Man

I’ve never actually seen fireworks during an orgasm, but this time I do. I bury myself deep, holding myself there as my cock jerks. Waves of pleasure that make me blind, and I nearly collapse on top of Mel.

We’re both breathing hard, and I couldn’t have asked for something better than that. She winces when I pull out of her, and I pause. “Are you all right?”

She nods. “I’ll be right back.”

I take care of the condom and Melena slips down the hall to the bathroom. The storm rages outside, and I pull down the blankets for us.

She’s quiet when she comes back and slips in beside me, but she’s smiling too. I pull her close, tucking her against my body and leaning over her so I can see her face. “Are you sure you’re all right?” There’s something I can’t put my finger on that she isn’t saying.

“Yes. That was…there’s no way to say it.”

“Mind-blowing? Earth-shattering? Incredible?”

She laughs. “Yes. All of those.” She’s relaxed against me, eyes drooping, and I feel it too. For the first time since she arrived we’re both entirely relaxed, the chemistry between us having had its reaction and settled.

But I still want more.

It was just one fuck, and who knows, maybe it was just the storm outside that made her say yes, but I realize as I sink into sleep beside her, that Melena is quickly becoming more to me than I imagined.

9

Melena

I’m not a virgin anymore.

That’s the first thought that’s in my head when I wake, the sun peeking through the shuttered window. Daring to open my eyes, I see Harlan stretched out across from me, still fast asleep. His arm is slung across my hip, the blankets slipping down his body so nearly everything is on display.

I can’t believe I slept with him. But I only feel surprise, not a trace of regret. When he asked me if I was having second thoughts, there weren’t any in my head. I was sure that this was what I wanted, and I still feel that way.

Harlan is beautiful. Scorchingly attractive. And kind. He took his time with me just like I asked him to, even though he didn’t know that it was my first time.

I look for the twinge of pain thinking about the fact that I won’t be a virgin on my wedding night, but it doesn’t come. I was ready for this. Current happiness is better than waiting for something nebulous in the future.

My only small regret is that I didn’t tell him that it was my first time. I was planning on it, but I didn’t know how. Will he be angry that he didn’t know? Had he figured it out and not wanted to embarrass me?

There were moments where he was so impossibly gentle that I wondered if he had known. Either way, I have no regrets. My first time was perfect. More than perfect. It was…incandescent. Even having just woken, I can feel the smile on my face and I expect it will stay there for days.

My body aches in ways I didn’t know that it could, and I’d never had orgasms like I had last night. I want more, and if he wants that too, I’d be happy to keep doing this. I’m falling for him fast, I realize, and I don’t even care. We have three months ahead of us, and I’m excited to spend them with him.

I can’t stop myself from reaching out to touch his face. He stirs, opening his eyes, and his smile matches mine. “Morning,” I whisper.

He doesn’t say a word before pulling me toward him and on top of his body, kissing me hard. “I like waking up with you in my bed,” he says, voice still rough with sleep.

“I like that too.”

He’s hard underneath me, and in seconds he’s grabbed a condom and sheathed himself in it. “I could get used to this morning ritual,” he says, thrusting up into me.

Even though I’m aching from last night, I’m already wet for him, and that thrust is the perfect blend of pleasure and pain that makes me gasp. All the self-consciousness I felt last night has faded away, and instead, in the dim morning light, I feel powerful and sexy as he pushes up into me.

I’m not used to the sensation of being filled. It’s still strange and new, a different kind of pleasure sparking inside from when I take matters into my own hands.

Unlike last night, this doesn’t start slow. Harlan’s hands land on my hips, yanking me down on his cock in brutal strokes that hit deep. There’s nothing I can do but hold on to him, gasping for breath. I look down between us and watch as his cock disappears inside me, and it makes me even hotter.

This is an entirely new kind of pleasure, rising like the sun, and I’m helpless against it. It’s so fast. Harlan stops thrusting into me, and pushes me up so I’m riding him now. His hands are still on my hips, but I’m setting the rhythm now. It’s so foreign to me, but after a few minutes, I find the exact angle I need, and I concentrate on my movements as my orgasm begins to grow. Harlan has a strained look on his face, and I know he’s holding back, letting me take my pleasure from him. I can feel my pussy involuntarily clenching around him. Teasing me, he sucks on his finger and then places that finger on my clit, massaging it gently as I continue to ride him. It’s swollen and sensitive already from arousal, and my orgasm builds faster, stronger, brighter, until it rushes up and out in a wave.