She bites her lip, and doubt flashes across her face. I brush a strand of hair out of her eyes and stroke her cheek to comfort her.
“Hey. If you’re not ready to try it, we can stop right here. No pressure, remember? I’ll stop right now if you don’t think you want to.”
“Just … go slow.”
Slow. I can do slow.
I position myself between Iris’s long legs, letting my cock rest against her folds. I don’t enter, not yet. She’s uncertain, and I don’t want to startle her.
With one hand cradling the back of her head, I use the other to stroke her clit, getting her ready for me. My lips press against hers, though I keep the kiss soft and chaste for now. Much as I want to ravage her, to slam into her over and over again, I restrain myself as much as possible. Going full-out from the start will just scare her off, and besides, I dig foreplay as much as the next guy.
Iris opens first, sliding her juicy tongue into my mouth. She returns to grabbing my hair, and her other hand takes hold of my ass cheek, squeezing hard. I groan and shift my hips, sliding my cock up and down her slit. Our tongues dance around each other, and I shudder when she wraps her legs around my waist.
Within minutes, we fall into an amazing rhythm, grinding pelvis against pelvis, and I swear I’m going to come before I even get inside her. The hand on my ass moves and slips between us, grabbing my shaft.
“Maybe not that slow,” she rasps out as she guides my head to her opening.
“You’re sure?”
She nods, and that’s all the encouragement I need. I inch my way in, allowing her to adjust bit by bit. Iris lets out the cutest sigh, and her hips start moving in sync with mine. When I finally sheathe myself, she gasps and locks her ankles behind my back.
“God, Micah, that hitsjust right!”
I grin against her lips and thrust again, twisting my hips at the end. Iris cries out and grips even tighter with her legs.
“Such a good girl, Iris. Squeeze my cock. Just like that, baby.”
I don’t know how Iris feels about dirty talk, but Lisa always loved it when I talked her through the act. It became such a habit that I almost don’t even think about it; I just mutter whatever comes to mind, letting Iris know how amazing she feels.
True to my word, I keep it slow. We’re not just fucking; we’re making love, and it’s some of the most intense lovemaking I’ve ever experienced. Even with Lisa, I’ve never taken this kind of care in my movements, never held back to such a tantalizing degree. Each movement is perfectly calculated, perfectly timed. I kiss her lips, her nose, her jaw, her neck, while her shouts increase in volume with every push of my hips. Before long she’s screaming, and it’s taking all my restraint not to empty inside her too soon.
“There’s my girl. God, Iris, you’ve got the most amazing voice. Sing for me, baby.”
While I work at giving her a hickey that Karen will talk about for barbecues to come, Iris starts to tremble. Her legs clench so hard I wonder if I’ll bruise, and she begins to move faster. I scramble to keep up, spurred on by her cries of “Harder, Micah! Oh,God, fuck me harder!”
I push up on my forearms to get better leverage, and the sight beneath me is pure heaven. Iris’s breasts bouncing along, her face frozen in an angelic mask of ecstasy. It’s even better than I imagined it would be. I stare down at her, searing the image into my mind.
I want to remember this forever.
The bed creaks with our every movement, and the harder I thrust, the harder the headboard thumps against the wall. I worry we’re going to crack the drywall, but every time I try to pull back, Iris whimpers and begs for more.
“Shh. It’s okay, baby. I’m right here. I’m not stopping until you come like the good girl you are.”
Time loses all meaning. It could still be the middle of the night, or we could have fucked clear through till the morning. I don’t know anymore. All I know is how amazing this feels. She’s warm and tight, hugging my dick like I’ve never experienced before. Her walls throb and pulsate and squeeze, and I’d almost swear she’s doing Kegels while I’m inside her. Lisa used to do that, and I throw a thank-you up to whatever God might be listening for teaching women that little trick.
Just when I think I’m going to blow, Iris’s back arches, and she screams, “I’m coming!” I throw everything I have into a final burst of motion, my hips slamming into hers with a thunderous force. Her voice breaks as she spasms and quivers, and that’s it. I’m done. Game over. My balls tighten, and my dick jerks as I unload into her.
She gasps and pants, and I kiss her gently until she stops trembling. I brush wild strands of hair out of her face. Her hair has come loose from one of the braids, and if it wasn’t so damn hot I’d be tempted to laugh at the sight. As it is, seeing her all disheveled from sex has me almost ready to go again.
“You okay?” It seems like a silly question as soon as it’s out of my mouth, but I guess my dad mode kicks in when she still can’t catch her breath.
Iris nods. “Yeah. That was … I don’t even have words.”
“That bad, huh?” I wink to take the edge off my teasing, but Iris takes it in stride. She giggles and playfully smacks my arm.
“You know that’s not what I meant.” She sighs and stretches. “But now that we’re done, I need you to get up. I gotta pee.”
“Does that mean you’re kicking me out?”
