Grabbing the material between my shoulder blades, I pull my shirt over my head and put it on the bed next to us.
For a moment, her eyes stay locked on mine before her gaze drops to my chest. Lifting her hand, her trembling fingers touch my pec and slide along the edge of the muscle. She tentatively slides the tips of her fingers across my chest, exploring every inch of skin.
Just her touch is making my dick pulse with my fucking heartbeat in my pants.
It doesn’t help that I’ve not been with another woman since I first saw her eight months ago. I’ve been jacking off in the shower to thoughts of her almost daily.
Her fingers slide to the waistband of my sweats, and she looks back up to me, her eyes shy but resolute. “Take these off.”
I love that she’s not afraid to tell me what she wants, and I smile at her as I step off the bed. Pushing my pants down, I stand in front of her completely naked as her eyes drop to my dick that is standing straight out in front of me. Big, hard, andready.
She stares for the longest time, and I start to wonder if this is a bad idea, but then she swings her legs under her and walks to the edge of the bed on her knees. She never takes her eyes off my dick until she stops at the edge and looks up at me. “I want to touch.”
“Lepa, if you touch me too much right now, I’ll end up coming in your hand.”
Hurt crosses her face, and I step up to her, my cock bumping into her stomach, taking her hands and holding them to my chest. “I want you so bad right now and, believe me when I say I fucking love feeling your hands on me, but it’s our first time together and I’m going to come inside of you, not in your hand.”
I see the moment she realizes what she does to me. She smiles and slides her hands up my chest and brings her lips right to mine. “I want to feel you.”
Snaking my hands around her body, I get on the bed on my knees and lay her back. The heat of her soaked pussy brushes against my cock as I settle on top of her. My dick jumps like he’s trying to jump into her on his own, ready to sink in.
Her breathing becomes shallow as she looks up at me with complete trust, her beautiful eyes glued to mine. “I’ll go slow. You let me know if I need to stop.”
I pray to God she doesn’t tell me to stop.
Lining my tip up to her hot, wet fucking opening, I slowly push into her, barely able to control the urge to bottom out in one thrust.
She’s holding her breath again. “Breathe, lepa.”
Her breath comes out fast across my cheek, and I rock into her a little at a time. She’s so fucking tight. “Am I hurting you?”
She nods a little, and I freeze. “It’s okay, don’t stop. It feels good at the same time.”
Trying to go even slower is fucking killing me. I’m thinking of every fat, ugly teacher I ever had to keep from coming before her.
When I sink all the way into her, I stop and let her adjust to my size. Her shallow breaths are shaky, and I start moving slow, while thinking of my third-grade teacher who hated me because I was too rowdy. She had a big fucking hairy mole on her chin that I couldn’t stop staring at when she would smack my hands with her ruler.
Her heat is squeezing the fuck out of my cock, and when she starts moving her hips against mine, I nearly lose it. Pulling most of the way out, I reach between us and press my thumb to her clit, massaging the little button.
“Brana.” She whispers.
“Yes, lepa, tell me what you want.”Just please don’t tell me to stop.
Her body is so fucking responsive, her back arches as I keep moving my thumb. I have to pull out all the way or I’m going to come, and I suck her nipple between my lips, making her gasp.
“Brana, don’t stop.”
“Not a chance.” I whisper in her ear.
“Oh, I’m going to come again.” She whispers, her hands gripping the blanket over her head.
When her face tells me she’s about to fall apart, I push into her, moving fast but still holding back. Her head tilts back and her pussy squeezes my dick so hard I think she might break it off, the pulsing of her orgasm pulls mine from me and I coat her insides.
I think I can honestly say that is the fastest I have ever come with a woman. I don’t know if I should be ashamed of myself or amazed by her.
Moving in her, waiting for her orgasm to stop, I hold myself up with my forearms on each side of her head. Sheopens her eyes, her face flush and beautiful.
I kiss her nose. “You’re gorgeous when you come for me.”
