“Baby steps, sweetheart. Baby steps.” He grinned and lifted my hand away from where I was stroking to kiss my palm. “Tonight was all about you. We have the rest of our lives to focus on me.” He winked, but I couldn’t help but feel a little disappointed.
“But I want to taste you,” I said as he lay next to me and pulled me tight into his arms.
“I want that too, but let’s not run before we can walk.” He was trying to protect me, not push me into doing more than I was ready for.
“I’m good at running though,” I whined, and he laughed then kissed the top of my head.
“I know you are. I’m good at chasing too.” My tummy flipped at the prospect of being chased down by him, and what would happen afterwards. “I’ve got plenty of fun lined up for us, don’t worry. But for now, I need you to sleep and see if you still feel the same way in the morning, okay?”
I gave a dreamy sigh and thought about arguing, but within seconds, I was drifting off into a very deep, very satisfying sleep.
What the hellwas the matter with me? The girl of my dreams says she wants to suck my cock, and I tell her no? At this point, I was seriously questioning my own sanity. I’d got the worst case of blue balls known to man, and I clearly wasn’t thinking straight. There’s chivalry, and putting your woman’s needs first, and then there was me. I’d gift wrapped my balls months ago and handed them over to this girl, my girl, and now I was dancing to a whole different tune. There I was thinking I called the shots, but I was firing blindly all over the damn place, with no clue what I was aiming for or where I was going. I needed to get a grip. I needed her.
Going down on her, tasting her for the first time was the sexiest thing I’d ever done… so far. It wouldn’t be the last though. I had big plans for us. Only problem was, I didn’t know if I could last until the morning. She was lying in my arms all content in her sleep, sighing and making little mewing noises that were going straight to my dick. What was a guy to do? I’d tried being the knight in shining armour, telling her it was all about her. Don’t get me wrong, it was. But I didn’t want to stop there. I’d had to use every last ounce of restraint to hold myself back. Now, I was regretting it. All I could think about was how amazing it felt to hold her, and how I wanted more. So much more. I couldn’t sleep.
I buried my face into her hair and then stroked it gently. I wasn’t consciously trying to wake her, but then again, maybe I was? Through my touches, she started to stir, and I couldn’t help myself. I rolled her onto her back and lay over her, pressing her into the mattress. I kissed her shoulders and neck with delicate little pecks. I wanted to wake her up gently, and give her goosebumps and butterflies as she came around. Have her relaxed and ready for me. I had to set the tone for what was to come.
After a few seconds, I heard her gasp my name and run her hands through my hair and down my back. I swear her touches always scorched my skin. I could only describe it as magical. She had a magical touch and I was so fucking grateful to be under her spell.
“I couldn’t wait,” I murmured into her neck. “I want you. Please, say you want me too.” I prayed to everything holy that she’d say yes.
“I…” she sighed, and I kissed her lips to help further my cause. I needed to be as close to this woman,my woman, as I could possibly be. I needed to be inside her.
“I want you,” she whispered to me, and deepened our kiss. It was all the encouragement I needed, and I couldn’t hold myself back from fucking her mouth with my tongue, taking what’d been mine from the start. Kissing her was incredible, tasting her was intoxicating, but it was still not enough.
“I need to be inside you, baby. I need to feel you.”
I used my leg to kick hers open and trailed my fingers down her side and across her tummy. She was so soft, and I loved that she was letting me take control. I wasn’t ready to unleash the full Cill experience on her just yet, but she was compliant and turned on. That was more than enough for me. She wriggled underneath me, so I ran my fingers lightly along her pussy to find out how wet she was. She lifted her hips up, wanting more, but I was in control. I said when and how. I gave her the pleasure.
“You’re such a good girl. Let me take care of you,” I whispered to her, and watched in awe as she nodded. My perfect girl. No words, no battles, just giving herself to me completely.
I slipped a finger inside her, and the mewl she gave me was reward enough to add a second and stroke her from the inside. She was tight and warm, wet and oh so inviting. I used my thumb to circle her clit, and I could feel her tense and shudder as she responded to my touch.
“Don’t come yet, baby. Hold it. The longer you hold it, the better it’ll feel,” I told her, sensing she was getting close to her release.
She gasped and started to pant out her breaths. Her effort at controlling her body was getting the better of her. I loved this part, knowing I had her orgasm in the palm of my hands, literally. I wanted to be the one to say when. I wanted to give it to her, make her come harder than any man ever had. Make her want me and only me.
“That’s it, baby. Oh, you feel so good.”
I pumped my fingers into her and rubbed over her clit, feeling it swell and pulse. She was so ready for me. Looking down on her as I finger fucked her was so unbelievably hot, her eyes rolling into the back of her head, and her face a picture of pure bliss. There was nothing sexier than watching a woman come; watchingyourwoman come, for you. I started to up the pace, then I finally put her out of her misery.
“Come for me, baby.”
She ground her hips onto my hand and I felt her muscles clamp down, and she let out a dick-aching moan as she came hard on my fingers.
“Fuck, baby.” I wanted to say so much more, but my brain wasn’t working at full capacity. Spilling out ‘I love you’ at that point may have been a massive cock block of my own making.
“I need you, Cill.” She moaned and reached down to grab my cock. Her little hand wrapped around my dick made me crazy. I pumped my hips forward as she started to rub me up and down, but it wasn’t her hand I wanted.
Reluctantly, I pushed her hand away and then pinned them both above her head. Her eyes were heavy and she looked thoroughly fucked, but she hadn’t seen anything yet. I reached down to palm my cock then rubbed it along her slick pussy, making her cry out. She was so wet that it didn’t take much effort to slide the head of my dick into her, and the feeling of her tightening around me was almost too much.
“Look at me,” I said as I held myself above her. “I want you to look at me when I’m making love to you.” A good choice of words on my part. Her face just melted with love. Thank God I didn’t go with ‘fuck’.
I pushed my dick into her, and I couldn’t help but close my own eyes when I felt that first rush of euphoria. She was amazing, like the softest velvet wrapped tightly around my cock. I always knew she was made for me.
After a few pumps, I opened my eyes to find her still looking at me. That, along with the sensation of her delicate ridges and the soft wetness of her body, sent me into freefall. Her legs clamped around my waist, and I grabbed her thigh then squeezed her ass with my right hand. All the time her arms were pinned up with my left, and she was fucking loving it. I pressed my forehead against hers and pistoned my hips faster into her. It’d been a long time since I’d last had sex, so it was taking all of my energy not to shame myself and come in seconds like some high school punk.
Feeling her growing wetter, I let go of her arms and moved back to rest on my knees and fuck her in a deeper position for more friction. I wanted to flip her over, but for our first time, I needed her to see me and trust what I was doing. Like the perfect girl she was, she kept her hands above her head, grabbing onto the metal of the bedframe and maintaining eye contact with me. I fucking loved this woman.
