Panting, she tries again, while saying, “I don’t think your dick is bigger than Trip’s head.”
“What?” A startled laugh escapes from me.
She stops, eyes creased in amusement as she slaps her hand over her mouth. “I don’t think I was supposed to say that.”
“It was a reality check,” I agree, loving how relaxed she is. I expected her to be nervous and scared, but after her orgasm, she’s truly into what’s happening between us.
To get us back on track, I start to play with her clit, strumming it, showing her I’m just as talented with my fingers as the tongue I’d used before.
She’s not immune to my ministrations. Now her body moves of its own volition. As she tries to get more sensation on that tiny bundle of nerves, my cock slips another inch inside her.
Fuck, it’s like torture.Any other woman I’d have taken charge, but with her I have to grin and bear it. The eventual reward will undoubtedly be worth waiting for.
Her jaw clenches, and she rises a little, then eases herself back down, and more of my cock goes inside her. There’s still a lot more of me to go.
“You’re so big,” she breaths out.
I refuse to remind her of that comment about Trip, saying convincingly instead, “You can take me.”
She stops her motion, and I increase the action of my fingers. “That’s not playing fair,” she gasps, writhing against me. She manages to take in even more of me. Her eyes have squeezed shut. “Is that all?”
I don’t want to tell her I’m only halfway in, so I fib a little. “Almost.”
“Oh, fuck, Short.” It’s the first time I’ve heard a profanity from her, and it makes me grin. With a look of determination, she rises up and pushes herself down on me. Reading her intention to get the torturous process over with, I help her by thrusting myself in. “God!” She goes completely still.
There are tears in her eyes, showing how much it must sting.
I’m feeling like a true asshole, until she moans and tells me, “I think my virginity must have grown back.” Her unexpected words make me chuckle until she cries out. “Stop, Short, don’t move.” Ending my moment of mirth, I still my unintentional movement. Seconds later, she squeezes her internal muscles as if trying them out, and it’s my turn to groan. Then she’s telling me, “For God’s sake, move, Short. I need you.”
She braces her hands against my chest as I take charge, holding her to me, and pushing inside her, then retreating and thrusting back in, teaching her the rhythm and movement I know we’ll both enjoy.
Once she gets the hang of what she’s doing, she’s rising and lowering herself without my help. Fuck, she looks simply gorgeous. Her head is thrown back, her mouth open in a silent cry, her luscious tits bouncing as she gets into what she’s doing.
And damn if my spine isn’t already tingling and my balls are drawn up tight. Knowing I’m going to come in record time as the temptation is simply too much, I reach again for her clit and start frantically rubbing.
It works, her movements getting faster. Her cunt is damn near strangling my dick. “Come for me,” I rasp, taking overissuing instructions and thrusting up to meet her each time she slams herself down.
“Short, Short, God,” she cries out.
I lose all control when her pussy clenches down on me, and I feel the ripples of her orgasm on my cock. When she reaches the peak and screams, I’m right there with her, shouting out my pleasure as I empty myself into the condom.
As she collapses on top of my chest, my dick’s still twitching inside her, aftershocks of her orgasm prolonging my own. I honestly can’t remember ever feeling this satisfied before.
I hold her tight, enjoying the sensations, and knowing she’s it for me now. My old lady, hell, I’d even put a ring on her finger if that was needed to keep her as mine.
I’ve had more than my fair share of sex. A biker’s cut is a magnet for women who like to walk on the wild side, and I’ve used the club whores so many times I wouldn’t be able to put a number to it.
But not once has being inside a woman felt better than it has tonight.
When my chest has stopped heaving, and I’ve enough air in my lungs to speak, I tell her, “That’s sealed the deal. You’re fuckin’ mine. For fuckin’ ever.” Maybe she expects me to tell her something sloppy like I love her, and perhaps I do already, or maybe that will come in time, but for tonight, I’ve given her the only words I feel I can offer.
That they’re sufficient is confirmed when she snuggles into me. “I’m yours.” She sighs happily. “And, Short, you’re mine.”
“Too fuckin’ right. And Bron? I’m sharing my bed with you tonight.”
“I thought you said the recliner was comfortable?” she teases.
Patting her ass to encourage her up, I snort. “I lied.” And I love that she’s brave enough to mock punch my arm.
