“Can I touch you?” I ask, because I want to make sure she’s one hundred percent comfortable, or this isn’t happening.
Bex grabs my hands in response and places them over her tits.
She arches her back into my touch when I tease her nipples until they’re two small, hard points.
I follow the cinch of her waist and the flare of her hips with my hands, skimming over her lower stomach and tracing the smooth skin of her slit. “I love how wet you are for me, baby.” She arches, thrusts her hips, seeking more contact with my fingers. “I’m ready when you are, but just take your time, ok?” I punctuate that question by fisting the base of my cock and rubbing my hard shaft all over her slit, making sure I rub against her clit.
“I’m ready too.” She pants.
The fear of a few moments ago is now replaced by lust, and this feels right again.Wefeel right.
I hold the base of my erection as Bex lifts her hips and begins lowering herself onto me.
The view of my cock disappearing inside her tight, pink pussy is out of this world; but my eyes keep flitting back between the place where we’re joined and her face. Her eyes widen with every inch she takes, but there’s no sign of tears. Thank fuck.
“You’re so big, Jamie.” She gasps once she’s impaled herself to the hilt.
“Are you ok? Does it hurt?” my voice is strained, as I fight the urge to move until I know that she’s good.
When she nods, her tits bounce with the movement. “I’m ok. I just feel very… full.”
Full of me.
I like the idea more than I have any business to. If this fake relationship hadn’t benefited us both, I doubt we’d be here right now.
The idea of what I would be doing—or more accurately, who I would be doing—if I didn’t have a “girlfriend” is strangely unappealing.
I don’t try to overthink it, though. It’s probably just because Bex is hot as fuck, funny and can throw a mean dart.
“When you’re ready,” I tell her. “Try to move, see what feels good.”
She nods, thrusting her hips in a slow, sensuous circle in response.
Jesus Christ.
My cock pulses in response and I clench my teeth as I feel myself getting harder with every small movement of Bex’s hips.
She soon gets into a slow, steady rhythm. Her palms are flat against my chest and I can’t take my eyes off of her as she thrusts and grinds. Her pussy feels so tight, wet and silky that I realize I’m dangerously close to blowing my load.
Thankfully, Bex is moving faster, clenching her inner muscles around me in a way that makes me see stars while she’s chasing her own high.
The pad of my thumb finds her clit and I press into her, just as the warm tingles at the base of my spine explode. I still at the same time as Bex does. Pleasure ripples through me as my cock pulses, spilling my release into the condom.
A thought crosses my mind when Bex collapses onto my chest, and we catch our breath in a sweaty, satisfied heap.
One day. One day, I’m going to fill Bex this way. I’m going to feel the tight, silky skin of her pussy around me without any barrier.
But right now, I’m just glad that Bex looks totally relaxed and blissed-out. No fear, not one tear in sight.
“You good, baby?” I murmur as she plays with one of my nipples, flicking at it with the tip of her tongue.
“Better than good.” She lifts her head to look me in the eye, a small smile curving the sides of her luscious lips. “This is how it should have been. When I’m gonna think about my first time, I’ll think of tonight from now on. Thank you, Jamie.”
I trap her chin between my fingers, forcing her to look at me. “Good. What happened before tonight doesn’t count.”
As those words leave my mouth, a strange feeling takes hold of me.
Mine.
