“So sensitive,” I praise her. “So delicious.” I drag my tongue over her swollen center again, unable to get enough of her. I want to go slow, but can’t. I need to take her kindly, yet all I want to do is fuck her to the moon.
“You’re ready, love,” I say as I rise up to meet her. “How are you feeling?” I kiss her lips and chin.
“I want you inside of me,” she barely says, though her eyes are glassy. “I want this to feel real.”
I’m not sure if the glassy eyes are because of arousal or nerves. I don't like seeing her so close to tears. I want her to love every moment of this as I do. The only way she can is to feel me inside of her and let me guide her to ecstasy beyond her imagination.
“That’s the plan, my sweet. Spread your legs for me, nice and wide.” I guide one leg with my hand; I want her as open as she can be to make this easier.
Being a doctor, I understand that one's first penetration needs to be slow, but having her as aroused as she is and so close to a climax will make her sensitive and able to stretch and accommodate me. I should have her orgasm first, but I want her with me just as intensely as I am with her. I am still a bit of a selfish bastard.
“Alright, love,” I say with husky dominance. “I'm going to fuck you now.”
I carefully trace my piercing along her slick slit, teasing her opening with every stroke. As I press in millimeter by millimeter, I kiss her mouth, suck a hickey into her neck, and nibble at her clavicle as my hips ever so slowly press forward until I reach her maidenhead.
“How are you?” I ask before taking it.
“I’m good, you’re good,” she blathers a little as her hand strokes my bare shoulder.
Her hands constantly massage, touch, and stroke lightly over my skin. She truly is the sweetest little thing. She has a snarky mouth and a fucking banging body, but she also has a heart. I knew it the moment I met her; no one fights back that hard if they aren't protectingsomething. I would destroy her if I knew her in real life.
“All right, love. Here I come." I press all the way into her, and she gasps as her legs buck up. I hold her to my chest, kissing her forehead, holding her as close as I can. “I’m in,” I say.
“I know,” she breathes into my ear.
I stroke my thumb along her cheek while I stay lodged inside her velvet tightness. She is so exquisite. My cock throbs and pulses inside of her, wanting to come just by being sheathed in such a tight, warm space. Her toned muscles hold me beautifully, as if I was made only for her. I haven't even moved, but it feels right to be inside of her. I kiss her lips, unable to keep myself from them.
“You feel so good," I tell her. “You're beautiful,” I say, feeling enamored and overwhelmed.
“Then make love to me,” she commands, and I do.
Her pussy grips me as I press in and pull out, building a rhythm while trying to hold myself back so as not to hurt her. I am unable to stop my body’s rhythm. The way she makes me feel drives me mad with desire. I hold her tightly and kiss her and whisper in her ear, telling her how beautiful she is, how good she feels, how much I love what we are doing. All she can do is breathe, mewl, and gasp with every stroke. I am usually such an incredible lover—I can last for hours tantalizing and teasing my sexual partners—but with her, I feel like a teenager, high and drunk on her.
“I’m going to cum,” I tell her, trying to hold it back but finding myself surging forward. “Are you on the pill or do you want me to pull out?” I had condoms in my suitcase, but we are way past that.
“On the pill,” is her euphoric and staccatoed response.
She is so close to a climax. I slip my hand between us and press my middle finger onto her warm, hard clit. It is begging for my attention as I pinch and pull at it, rubbing and diddling, giving it all the love it is begging for as my cock surges forward. Her legs lift up and her back arches into me. I hold her tightly as we both come together in unison.
Never before have I come with a partner at the same time. It is asif we are glued to one another, in sync with each other. We are each breathing in the other's soul. It is so fucking overwhelming—too fucking much, and not enough. I come so hard and so much that I don't think there will be anything left of me after I am done. Another first: I never come inside of my partners, but I hadn't even thought about the condom until it was too late. I also never let myself go, holding back my ejaculate after years of practice, but not with Red. Oh no, I pour into her like a fountain.
I want to stay in her and fuck her again and again, but when I lift my head to look at the clock, it is already two in the morning. I have an eight o’clock business meeting downtown and have to leave the hotel early. I contemplate leaving her here, but it is dangerous to let her know any more about me. I absolutely do not want to let her go, but at the same time, I can't keep her.
“How are you?” I ask, looking at her flushed face.
She has a little euphoric smile, and I stay inside of her for a little while longer, just enjoying the feel of her as we speak.
“I’m good. That was good.” Ah, bless her sweetness.
“You are beautiful. I want you to hear this. Tonight was lovely, you are the sweetest. I was someone for you tonight that I’m not. This was a fantasy, and I loved it. I truly hope you enjoyed it too. I could stay with you all night, but like Cinderella and her broken pumpkin, I don’t want you to be stranded on the side of the road when this all ends. I have a meeting tomorrow morning, and so, as much as I have had an incredible evening with you,” I kiss her lips once more, “we need to part ways.”
She bites her lip, and I know she is covering it, but I’ve hurt her. Ending so abruptly is such a dick move, and yet, that’s what I am. Mr. Cock.
“Okay.” She wipes a tear from her eye and sits up as I fall out of her, and I press her shoulder, stopping her for a moment.
“Not like this,” I tell her. Yes, it has to end, but I want her to hear me out first.
“Like how, then?”
