“I’ll have someone look into it.”
“You don’t have to do that.”
“I want to.”
She sighs, sinking closer to me.
“It’s so hard to believe this is real life.”
“Well believe it, Seraphine. Because it is real. And if it’s up to me, it’s only going to get better.”
We stay in the hot tub until the sun goes down and the moon is bright in the sky. Our skin is wrinkly from the water and our body temperature is higher than it should be, but we’re relaxed. Both from the water but also from sharing pieces of ourselves with each other. It’s funny how you can carry someone else’s weight better than your own. Or maybe you aren’t carrying it at all because you know it’s okay to let it go.
I bring Seraphine up to my bedroom. She stands in awe, taking it all in. I walk past her, getting on the bed and patting my lap. Her towel slowly slips from her body, and she walks toward me, my eyes on her perfectly round tits that jiggle as she moves. It’s so sexy.
I’m already hard and aching for her, and not that I expect anything to happen, I’m perfectly content to go to sleep, I sure wish she would let me have her before we sleep together for the first time. In a bed. Inmybed.
She doesn’t hesitate to crawl onto my lap, sliding her hot core up and down my shaft, slickening me up.
“You feel even better skin-to-skin,” I mutter against her lips.
“Take me this way,” she breathes. “I want to feel all of you.”
“Anything you want, Seraphine. Anything.”
Sliding my hands to her hips, I raise her up and shift to nudge my dick to her entrance and she slowly sinks down on me, nails scraping along my bare chest. My head presses into the pillow, heels digging into the bed. When she starts to rock her hips, I see fucking stars. How is it each time I have her it only feels better?
“Is this okay?” she asks, lifting up and sliding back down slowly.
“More than,” I groan.
“I’ve never done this before.”
Fuck. Is she kidding?
“My son didn’t let you ride his cock?”
She falters, but picks right back up, shaking her head.
“N-no.”
“Tell me how much better I feel, Seraphine. Tell me I fill you up better.”
“You do,” she moans. “So much better. You’re so—big!”
“Better than him?” I growl.
“Better than him!”
I thrust into her harder, going as deep as I can from down here.
“You’re doing perfect,” I tell her.
“Really?”
“Really.”
She moans as she grinds down on me before lifting back up. Her lips part when I move my hips beneath her.
