I shake my head. “I’m not Caroline. I can’t replace her. Don’t ask me to—please.”
“You’re nothing at all like Carrie, and I thank God for that. You’re all your own woman, the woman I need right now. The woman I’ve waited for. Nothing’s going to happen that you don’t want.”
I smile and reach to stroke his cheek. As I watch, he lowers his gaze to study my pussy, all open and spread out before him as I lie with my thighs wide apart.
“Smooth. I like that. Not what I expected though.”
I’ve noticed on my visits to Sheffield that without exception the submissives either shave or wax their pubic hair, or occasionally have it trimmed to just a narrow strip in the centre. I’ve gone for the all-over Brazilian look. I’m pleased now that I did; Ewan’s approval is important to me.
“I’m glad you like it. I… Aagh.” Whatever I might have been about to say is lost in my strangled moan as he flicks the tip of my clit with his tongue, then proceeds to circle it with slow, firm strokes. I grab his hair, sinking my fingers in as though to hold his head against me.
He uses his thumbs to part the lips of my pussy then darts his tongue between. His thrusts are sharp and rapid, the tip of his tongue entering me as he caresses my clit with his fingertip. I moan, the pleasure building fast. In seconds I’m at that plateau stage where matters could easily go either way, but where the longer I stay the greater the sense of anticipation, and the stronger the eventual orgasm.
Ewan seems to be perfectly attuned to my responses, stoking my arousal but keeping me just short of my climax. I gasp, lifting my hips as I seek the friction that would tumble me across the point of no return. Ewan places his palms on the backs of my thighs and pushes them apart and up towards my chest, opening me more fully to him. He shifts slightly, stops tongue-fucking me and instead takes my swollen clit between his lips.
He grazes it with his teeth, the sensation both threatening and incredibility tender. He could hurt me, really hurt me, but I know down to my toenails that I am safe.
He increases the pressure, firming his lips around my throbbing clit as he sucks on it. Hard. At the same time he slides two long fingers into my cunt, and I lose it. My pussy convulses, I let out a squeal of pure pleasure as my climax seizes me, rippling fast and hard through my nervous system. My body is shuddering, my muscles tense as he finger-fucks me. He maintains the suction against my clit, the quivering peak of nerve endings pulsing as my head does cartwheels.
Long moments later, it’s over. My muscles relax, my mind regains some hold on reality, I’m again conscious of the bed beneath me, the weight of Ewan’s upper body against my legs as he lifts his head to regard me with a dry smile.
“Your pussy feels tight. It’s been a year, yes?”
“A year. Of course, you know that.” It’s the anniversary of Ed’s death, I’ve never been more conscious of the length of time which has elapsed.
“I thought so, but I didn’t know, not for sure. I’m the first since Ed, then.”
“Yes.”
“I’m glad. You still up for this?”
“Of course. Yes. Yes, I am.”
He eases up my body until his hips are between my thighs, the head of his swollen cock at the entrance to my pussy. He leans to one side and reaches past me to the drawer beside his bed. He extracts a condom and snaps open the foil, sheathing himself one-handed. He takes his weight on his elbows and lowers his forehead to rest on mine.
“We’ll take this slow. I don’t want to hurt you.”
“Not slow. Fast. I want it hard. I want to feel this, really feel it. I want to feel it for days.”
He nudges forward, the head of his cock is now hovering just inside my entrance. “Are you a screamer? We wouldn’t want to alarm the neighbours.”
“Fuck the neighbours.” I grind out my words, desperate now to have him inside me. I crave the fullness, the connection.
“Good idea.” On that he drives forward and buries the length of his cock in my pussy.
I let out a moan, part pain, part pleasure. He’s big, I’m stretched, impossibly tight. My fingers grip his shoulders as he holds still for a few precious moments. My body reshapes around him, adjusting to this invasion.
“Okay?” His voice is soft, gentle against my ear. “Hard enough for you so far?”
“Ewan, I… oh!”
Any further conversation is stifled as he withdraws, almost pulling out of me before plunging deep again, hard and fast. I lift my legs, hooking my ankles together behind his back and just hang on. Ewan sets up a rapid pace,short, sharp thrusts that set my body tingling, then deepening the motion to fill and stretch me with every stroke. He angles his entry to somehow hit that inner spot where something wonderful happens, where the sensation is most acute, most intense.
It’s tight, but still I clench around him, my pussy starting to convulse as my arousal builds. I know I’m going to come again, and soon.
“Ewan, I… please, faster. Harder. I need you, I want…”
My words are stopped by his mouth angling across mine, swallowing any further sound. His tongue plunges inside, mimicking the action of his cock. I’m overwhelmed, entirely overpowered, carried away on a wave of carnal sensuality. My body shivers and arches as my second climax hits me, hard, wrenching, utterly sublime. My lips are parted to accept his tongue, my pussy spread wide to welcome his cock. He is all I need, consuming me, filling me. Thrusting life and hope and belief for the future back into me.
