Keeping one hand on her breasts, I smooth my other between her slickness. Her pussy is soaked. Drenched. Spilling perfect wetness all over the sheets.
“It’s… not… fair,” she moans.
“How’s that?” I growl between greedy mouthfuls.
“I’m naked, and you’re…”
I stand and tear at my clothes. Rip my shirt and then kick out of my pants and pull my underwear down. When my cock springs free, she stares up at me with innocent eyes. There’s a flicker of something in them. Like she’s not sure if her tight tunnel is going to be able to take me.
Leaning down, I push her shoulders as softly as I can. But my tolerance for gentleness is wearing thin.
As she looks up at me, naked, flawless, an image punches into my mind. A couple of years ago, we were both at a pool party. She must’ve been twenty at the time. Her thickness squeezed into a bikini that had intrusive thoughts swelling inside me.
With water flowing down her body, drops of it marking where my hands and teeth should go.
“What?” she asks.
“I was thinking about the pool party. About how fucking hot you looked in that bikini. I hated myself for thinking that, Celine. But I couldn’t stop. I wanted to see you naked so badly.”
“So… do I live up to your expectations?”
“And then some,” I snarl.
I lay my solid body atop hers, her breasts flattening against my chest. She wraps her arms around me. Sinks her fingernails into my shoulders.
As I reach down to guide my shaft to her wet entrance, she whimpers, “It’s been a while.”
“How long?” I growl.
“Yuh-years.”
Fuck. That turns me on even more. No one’s touched her. No one’s gotten close.
“I’ll be gentle. At first.”
I’ll try, at least.
I push my swollen tip against her. My cock shimmers with heat as I arch my back, adding more pressure.
“You’re fucking perfect,” I snarl. “So tight. So hot.”
Mine, I almost add. It feels like an iron truth. But maybe it’d be a step too far.
I slide up as her tightness sleeves me, gripping like she doesn’t want me to slide out. I bury my fists in the sheets and lean back so I can watch her.
A flush spreads over her neck, her face, even her tits. She sees me looking and glides her hand over her mounds, pushing them together. A twitching smile of confidence as I push deeper until I’m buried to the hilt.
She knows what she’s doing to me. She knows the power she has over me.
I hold myself fully inside of her, staring into her mesmerizing eyes.
I keep my gaze on her as I slip out. Instinct roars at me to fuck her ragged. To fuck her hard so that her juicy body jiggles for me with each thrust. So that her curves dance. Just for me.
But somehow, I manage to go slow… for the first few strokes. Then my hips move faster, her slickness making gorgeous wet noises.
She lets her breasts spill free and claws at the sheets, bouncing up and down.
“Fuck.” She whimpers. “Damian.”
