Natalie’s hands yank my suspenders off my shoulders, and she tugs at my shirt until I let her pull it off. When I return my attention back to fucking her with my hand, I add a third finger, and her legs jerk around my hips in response. I tip my head back so I can properly take her in, her eyes pinched shut in ecstasy, the puffy look of her freshly sucked nipples, the erotic jiggles of her belly…I’ve always found the female form to be pleasing to look at, but Natalie is out of this world. It’s as if I created her in my mind, and in some puzzling twist of luck for a chronically unlucky man like myself, she landed right in my lap.
When her eyes flutter open, they land on my pants, and a frown curls her lips. She unbuttons my fly and pushes my pants and underwear down my hips as far as she can until she can wrap her small hand around my length, freeing it. Her eyes widen, pupils blown out, and something flashes across her face. Is it fear? It’s gone so quickly, I can’t be sure.
“Jesus,” I hear her mutter under her breath. “Uh, I didn’t, well, I wasn’t expecting. I mean, I’ve used plenty of dildos of various sizes, but this… You––”
Ah, it was fear. I suppose I should be flattered, but I need Natalie to be relaxed and eager before we proceed, not afraid. Fear is the opposite of what I want her to be feeling. “You can take me. I know you can,” I promise her. “We’ll go slow, okay?”
She nods, the furrow in her brow easing at my words.
“If you want to stop, it doesn’t matter when. You say the word, and it ends.”
She swallows, leaning into my touch like a pet as I cup her cheek. “Okay.”
I reach for her pussy, prepared to continue stretching her when she grabs my wrist. “No. I need you now.”
“Yeah?”
Everything in me screams to protest, to insist we slow down to prevent causing her even an ounce of pain, but the way she’s looking at me, like she’ll die without my cock filling her up, the words never come out.
I guide the head of my cock to her entrance, at first just gliding it back and forth, mixing my precome with her sweet nectar.
“Oh god,” she cries, her nails scraping against my chest. Her hips slam down, eager to reach me. I’m not even inside her yet, and I feel a deep tingle at the base of my spine. I stroke my head against her clit, focusing on the friction and where I’ve learned she likes it most.
Grabbing her hips, I slow her movements. She looks down, pouting, a flash of fury in her gaze until she sees what I’m doing. Spreading the swollen lips of her pussy, I push inside, just enough to feel her tight channel clamping down around me.
A choked gasp rips from her throat as we lock eyes.
“Breathe,” I remind her.
She nods, her hands coming up to squeeze her tits as I feed her another punishing inch.
It comes out of nowhere. Rips through me violently without warning. My body seizes up, the feel of her core, so slick, so hot, and so good (too good) for me that I lose control of my body and come. And come. And come. Black spots flicker at the corner of my vision as I clutch her body to mine, holding on to her like atornado is on the verge of tearing me away. I hear distant noises, low and gravelly, that I assume must be coming from me, but the sound is so far outside my body that I can’t be certain.
“I’ve got you,” Natalie whispers, her hand in my hair and the other stroking across my back.
Realization dawns.
Shit.
Did I really just come without being fully seated inside her?
I’m mortified. This is not what I promised her. I told her that her needs would come before mine, and I’ve failed. What a pathetic excuse for a man.
“I’m sorry,” I mutter, my head hanging against her chest. “That was not–”
“Shh,” Natalie interjects, lifting my chin enough to kiss my forehead. “Winston, you haven’t had sex in over a century. Did you really think you’d be able to last?”
Honestly, yes. At least, that’s what I’d hoped. The dozens (hundreds, actually) of fantasies I’ve had about fucking Natalie never included premature ejaculation. But–
She laughs, pinning me with a look of affection that tells me I’m taking this too seriously. I take in the halo of light around her face and shoulders, the drop of sweat running down her neck and between her heavy breasts, and the reverence beaming from her every pore. There’s enough time for us to get this right, and there will be instances where our sex is sillier than sexy, or clumsy at first, or wherein one of us is too in our own head to come. Perfection isn’t the goal of sex. Not for me, anyway. It’s intimacy. A closeness with Natalie that only we can experience whilst our bodies are connected. That’s all I want, and it’s happening right now.
I laugh with her, softly nipping at the hollow of her neck. My stubble must tickle her there, because her giggle grows louder, wilder. A calm settles over me at the break in the tension. I canfix this. My needs have been met. Now is my chance to focus on hers.
With a renewed sense of determination, I say, “I just need a minute to recover.” My chest is still heaving, and I’m surprised to find my cock is still hard as it rests against Natalie’s mound. There’s come all over her lower belly and in the soft curls above her cunt, and the sight of it triggers a primal groan deep within my lungs. She looks filthy, and like…mine. I want to cover her body in it, force her to let it dry on her skin so that every step she takes outside this house, passersby will smell it on her and know that she belongs only to me.
She reaches between us, collecting a handful of my seed from where it’s coating her belly, and wraps her hand around my length, using it to lubricate me. My dick throbs in her grasp, and I can’t seem to make sense of what I’m seeing or feeling. I’ve never remained hard like this before, and it’s not as if I only came a little. I’ve created a mess between our bodies with my seed.
Just as I suspected, it’s different with Natalie. Better than I ever could’ve imagined.
