I can’t not.
I take one last swipe before I kick off my boxer briefs and stroke my length. She lifts her body up on her elbows as she watches. I take a moment before I bring my body over hers, covering hers with mine, and the feeling of her flesh against mine has me groaning. “So soft and warm,” I mumble. My hands rest on the outside of her shoulders as I dip down and kiss her. I know she can taste herself, and by the sound she makes, she likes it as much as I do. I pull away and nuzzle my nose against hers and love the way her fingers glide into my hair.
“Eli.”
“You still good, baby?” I ask her, needing to know she’s still on the same page.
“So, so good,” she sighs as she opens her legs wider, giving me space. My cock bumps against her lips. I reach down and line myself up against her slit. Rubbing it up against her, up and down. “Take me. Eli, please, love me.”
“I do,” I tell her, meeting her eyes straight on. I know she might think it’s a slip of the tongue in the heat of moment, but that couldn’t further from the truth.
I love her.
She’s it for me.
Mine.
“I love you, baby. Love you so fucking much, Stella.” I strain as I rub the crown of my cock up and down her slit. It’s shiny, glistening wet, and so fucking pretty.
“You can change your mind.” I tell her and mean it. It would fucking suck, but I don’t want her to feel like this is something we have to do. “We don’t have to do this.” I swallow, waiting for her response, but my girl doesn’t make me wait long.
“Eli, please,” she pleads again, and I line up at her entrance.
“If it’s too much—” I start to warn, but she shakes her head as her eyes soften.
“You won’t hurt me.” The trust she has in me could bring me to my knees. I nod and look down. My cock is thick and hard, my balls drawn up tight, needing release. I push through, watching as her pussy takes the tip before I pull it out.
“So fucking tight,” I rasp, having to shut my eyes because she feels so damn good.
So damn perfect.
So damn mine.
I move into her slowly. Little by little, pulling in and out. And she takes me. Inch by inch. She’s wet and soft, telling me how good I feel. The dirty talk is sweet and innocent as she takes me until I’m all the way inside of her. She wraps her legs around my waist, her arms over my shoulders, her face in the crook of my neck, holding on tight. We’re so close together, completely and utterly one as we take a moment to just be.
We’re an us.
One. Two halves of a whole.
My body shakes from trying to hold back the need to thrust into her, and as if feeling that, she looks at me and kisses me. Torturing me sweetly until we’re breathless and I pull out a little, tentatively moving in and out of her body.
“More, Eli, give me more.” Her voice is breathy in my ear. Her wish is my command as I fuck her, slow and deep.
We’re lost in one another in that moment.
The world could be burning up around us, and it wouldn’t matter. Nothing matters more than her and the pleasure I want to give her.
“Harder,” she cries out, and I give her exactly that, until I start to get too close to the edge. I need this time, her first time, our first, to be as good as I can make it. I roll us over, never letting our bodies detach as she straddles me, her legs under my ass as her hands rest on my shoulders
“Ride me, Stella baby. Ride your man nice and good. Show me who that pussy belongs to,” I order her. Her eyes widen, and she nods, taking the challenge to heart.
Stella rides me so fucking good I’m close to going cross-eyed. Her tits bounce as I reach up and tweak the nipples, popping one in my mouth. She gets louder little by little as she quickly finds her rhythm on my cock. She bucks and grinds, rolling her sweet hips just right, and I know the moment she’s going to go over. Her pussy starts to contract around my shaft, sucking at me, milking me, pulling me deeper into her pussy.
I roll her over mid-orgasm and lose control. I fuck her hard, my body not my own in that moment as we both go crashing through, our releases barreling through as I empty myself into her sweet body and she holds me tightly.
I don’t know how long we stay that way, wrapped up in one another. My cock is soft now as I pull out and look down where we were connected. I watch my seed spilling out, and I feel like I deserve a fucking badge of honor, consequences be damned. I roll over and bring her body into mine, love the way she cuddles into me. Like two pieces of a puzzle coming together.
“I love you, Stella Torres,” I whisper to the top of her head, but I know by her soft shallow breathing that she’s drifted off, and that’s okay. We have the rest of our lives.
