“Then will you go out on a date with me?”
Her movements pause, even though my fingers are still slowly fucking her, and she twists her head to meet my eyes with her big blue ones. Her cheeks are rosy just as I love them, her lips parted with slight surprise.
“Friday. Go on a date with me, red. A real one, not just a couple of drinks at The Devil’s Court.”
Her head bobs up and down in agreement, and her hand leaves mine between her legs to clutch my nape and bring me to her. We share a deep, profound, and unbreakable kiss. The undulations of her hips resume, and I help her climb higher and higher. She’s sopping wet now, and my fingers make this moist sound every time I thrust them in, which drives me mad with want. My cock will be there soon, crammed in all that softness, stretching her warm walls with its girth.
I feel the first spasm of her orgasm, squeezing my fingers inside her, and I tighten my hold on her, dipping my tongue in her mouth to feel her moan around it. Her whole body tenses, her small scream of ecstasy vibrating against my lips as she tilts. My needs become secondary to her bliss, so I push her further, still pumping inside her as she jolts and shivers, overtaken by pleasure. I’m merciless, granting her no break to recuperate from her climax, already adamant about bringing on a second one. One day, I’ll have to see how many times I can make her come like this, her orgasms a long and endless string of wrecking pleasure.
When I can feel that she’s close again, I use my hand under her head to reach for her breast, finding a nipple over the fabric and pinching it, twisting it.
“Jake,” she whimpers, her eyes glassy with need.
“I know, you’re so close. Do you want to come around my fingers again or around my—”
“Your cock. I want your cock. Please…” There’s really nothing I could refuse her when she begs like this.
I let go of her and suck on my fingers while I kneel, feasting on her taste. With trembling hands, she removes the Led Zeppelin T-shirt to free her glorious breasts. She hastily lifts her bum when I slip my fingers in the sides of her thong and then raises her legs for me to tug it off. My underwear is quickly discarded, thrown in the mess of the sheets around us, and I give the head of my cock a relieving pinch. We’re not entering her quite yet.
Before she can see it coming, I bury my face between her legs and lick up her pink and drenched folds. Her taste coats my tongue, and her soft pleas fill my ears. I swear to God, I’m in fucking heaven when her fingers come to clutch my hair, her hips writhing and lifting under my mouth. She’s so fucking receptive, always eager to get more pleasure, and never above begging for it.
I work her up to another climax, palming both her tits with my hands while my tongue, lips, and teeth work their magic on her cunt. Her clit is swollen, looking like it’s about to burst, and I feel the involuntary spasms that shake her.
“Jake!” she cries out, trembling from head to toe. “Oh God, Jake!” If her hold on my hair is any indication, she’s close. Very fucking close. So I let go of her again, leaving her high and disoriented. “What are you—”
“You said you wanted to come around my cock,” I remind her, taking my position in the cradle of her parted thighs, pressing my erection onto her drenched slit.
She looks completely appalled, so I have to hold back a smirk when I bend down to kiss her. My teasing is quickly dismissed in the intensity of our embrace, especially when I align myself with her entrance and start pushing in.
I’m slow, the slowest I’ve ever been, taking my time so I can enjoy the blissful sensation of sinking into her drenched cunt. For every inch I give her, she tries to get another one, thrusting up and arching, but I counter her every time, holding my own desire on a tight leash. By the time I bottom out, a veil of sweat already coats my back.
She feels so fucking good. All wet and tight, so warm I feel like I could live there and never want out. When she tries to move, to initiate a momentum between us, I lower to trap her between my hips and the mattress.
“Jake, what are you doing?” she frustratedly whimpers.
“I want to go slow, red. I want to worship you and show you how much I adore you.”
“I would appreciate it if you worshiped faster.”
Only she can make me chuckle in such an intense moment. I adjust myself to lean on my elbows, and with my hands on each side of her face, I graze her freckled cheekbones with my thumbs. “Let me be slow. And tender. And intense. I promise you’ll like it.”
I’m not saying the words, but I’m sure she can hear them because something clicks in her mind, and she understands what I want. What Ineed.
Let me make love to you.
Visibly emotional, she nods, adjusting her thighs higher on my sides and resting delicate hands on my back. I leisurely follow the outline of her plump lips with the tip of my tongue. She patiently waits for me to finish, her pussy spasming around me until I conclude it with a deep and passionate kiss.
When I begin to thrust in and out of her—so slowly that she can probably feel every piercing dragging on her walls—she lets me lead. Her hands follow my pace as she pulls me in every time, her hips arching in rhythm with mine. We’re plastered together, her tits squeezed between us as I take her, their pebbled tips poking against my chest.
I take her like this, with all the tenderness I hold despite the electric intensity that sparks every time I’m balls deep inside her. Between her moans and her body’s reaction, I feel her get closer and closer. I won’t need to send a hand between us and tease her clit—not at this angle. The base of me drags along it every time I slide inside her.
After long minutes of this have passed, she finally gets that second orgasm I’ve been taunting her with. I still while she shatters underneath me with her face pressed against my throat. She shivers and twitches, her gushing pussy clenching around my cock. Surely, I’m spilling precum in her because the pleasure it brings is unbelievable.
Her soft cries, the way her nails dig into my back, the arching of her hips… Everything works against my resolve. She unknowingly tests my stamina with this one, but again, when doesn’t she? I ride through her climax with clenched teeth. No matter how much she tries to milk it out of me, I hold back from spilling my seed.
Her body gradually relaxes, and her hands stop clawing at my back while her cries turn into breathless whimpers. Even after she comes down, I give myself some more time, aware that I’ll need it to last all the way to her next orgasm.
“Slow is good,” she breathes out. “I like it. It’s different, but I really like it.”
