“I know, sweetness, I’m sorry.” His hand flexes on my hip again, and he goes unbelievably deeper when he lifts his hips. I squeeze my thighs against the invasion, and the burn intensifies, but then his finger moves over my clit again, and I clamp down on him. He actually makes a whimpering sound as his eyes roll back before he closes them.
I try as hard as I can to relax, but he feels huge, and my legs begin to shake a little because I’m hovering, but then Memphis sits up abruptly. I sink onto him even more as I lean back to accommodate his body against mine. His arms wrap around me, and I again bury my face in his neck, trying to catch my breath as the pain eases.
“Waylynn.” He runs his hand down the back of my hair in a gentle caress, kissing the side of my head sweetly. “Fuck, you feel so good.” His confession comes as a surprise. I thought I was hurting him. His hand comes back up, and he tangles it in my hair. “You’re going to make me come too fast.”
“Yes, sir,” I mumble against his skin. I don’t think that’s a bad thing, this is kind of intense.
He makes a deep grunting sound, then tugs me back so our mouths are lined up before he starts kissing me again. It’s languid and soft, and my body finally starts to relax. “My good girl, look how well you take me,” he mumbles between kisses. That makes something in my stomach flip. His words make the burn fade to the background, the ache unimportant compared to his praise.
I move my hips forward a little, and Memphis tightens his grip in my hair before slipping his thumb between our bodies. When he touches my clit, I grind down, chasing that sweet feeling of pleasure.
He rolls us until I’m on my back and he’s leaning over me. My knees are high on his sides, but he still has his thumb pressed between our bodies, coaxing pleasure from me I didn’t think would be possible, considering how uncomfortable I was a few minutes ago.
His eyes stay locked on mine as his shoulders roll right along with the slow drag of his hips. The shift of position feels like more than just placement. This feels right—being under him and seeing him moving above me while he’s caging me in.
Memphis brushes his mouth against mine, then bites my bottom lip, and I swear I feel the pressure between my legs. I make a sound I didn’t even know I was capable of that’s soft and sexy, and he rocks forward again.
“I need you to come for me, sweetness,” he murmurs in a deep, gravelly tone filled with an edge of urgency. He replaces his thumb with his finger, and then he circles my clit while his thrusts become shallower. I tilt my head back, gasping for breath. His lips travel down my neck, kissing and nipping, until I feel like I’m on the edge again.
“Fuck, Waylynn, you’re perfect. Made for me.” Memphis sinks his teeth into the top of my breast, and my back lifts right off the bed in an arch as a wave of pleasure catches me off guard.
He groans, and his hips move a little faster until he slams himself deep inside me, and then I feel a warmth between us that wasn’t there seconds before. He starts kissing me again, running his lips up my neck until he’s back to worshiping my lips. I have to pull away after only a few seconds to catch my breath, but he doesn’t slow his affection.
Memphis
Christ,I’m still inside her, and I’m already thinking about when I can take her again. I thought I was going to come the second I slammed myself inside her. Her pussy was still clamping down from her orgasm, and I nearly lost it. Her face, pinched in pain, was the only thing that stopped me. I have never been inside anyone without a condom, and it was so different, it was like I was fucking for the first time.
I’m not worried about her being pregnant. My dick actually hardens again as I think about her swollen with my baby, forever tied to me, but I noticed the birth control pack in her purse, so I know that’s not going to happen right now. A strange thought that has never occurred to me before stirs in the back of my mind. Her being on birth control is like a challenge.
I don’t even know how to process the shit in my own head, so I shove the thoughts of filling her with my cum to the back of my mind and run my fingers over her soft skin, kissing and tasting her until she’s breathing steadily, and then I roll to the side and pull her with me.
Waylynn lets out a sigh and snuggles into my chest. Her fingers are exploring my skin in a way that makes me ache for more, but she’s not ready. I need to make sure the next time I’m with her, there’s nothing but pleasure.
“I need to clean up.” Her voice breaks the silence. I was so relaxed, I was nearly asleep.
I kiss the top of her head and tell her, “I’ve got you.” When I sit up, my head spins for a heartbeat before I get to my feet and head to the bathroom. I flip on the tap at the sink, then grab a washcloth from the linen closet. It’s impossible not to look in the mirror as I warm the cloth under the water. The sight of her blood on my cock does some strange shit to my head.
I get hard again so quickly, I can’t believe I just had the most amazing orgasm I’ve ever had ten minutes ago. I knew she was a virgin, but I wasn’t expecting to see the evidence. I’ve only ever slept with one other virgin. She didn’t even tell me until after we were done, and I’d already tossed the condom. I felt like shit for not knowing, and I was pretty pissed at her for not telling me in the first place. It never would have happened if I’d known. She deserved someone that wanted more than sex, and that wasn’t me.
I’m not surprised I feel completely different now with Waylynn. I want her to crave me, but I am surprised how badly I’d like to fuck her again right now, even knowing she’s bleeding.
I pull myself out of my own head, wring out the cloth, and take it to the bedroom. She’s curled up on her side with the cover pulled up. Her eyes roam over me, stopping at my dick, then her gaze bounces up to mine. I can’t hide how much I want her. I don’t want to.
“Um…” She sits up, clutching the covers. “You’re ha—Did you not… I mean, I thought…” Her lips are pulled into a frown.
I tug at the blanket, and she releases it without any more prompting. “Yes, I’m hard. Yes, I came. Lie back,” I instruct, leaning over her so she doesn’t have much of a choice.
I pull her leg to the side and see a tiny bit of blood on her sheets that most likely came off my cock when I pulled out of her. I get stuck staring at her puffy pussy lips and forget all about the damp cloth in my hand.
“Memphis?” She leans up on her elbows, watching me. There’s an edge of worry in her tone, and that snaps me out of my stupor. “Is something wrong?”
I toss the washcloth. I can’t bring myself to use it yet. “No, sweetness.” I lean over her and kiss right above her pussy. She smells fucking incredible, so I take a big inhale. My dick hits the cool sheet, and I reach down and fist myself.
“Was it not good?” she whispers softly. I’m such a selfish prick. I should be holding her, not thinking of ways to slip inside her again.
“Waylynn, I promise you that was the best…everything.” The one time in my life I wish I could be more articulate, I sound like a moron. “You are fucking perfect, which is why I want you so badly again. Seeing you, feeling you… I can’t help myself.” I kiss her lower stomach and force myself up her body without licking her nipple, even though it’s right in front of my face. She curls into me when I wrap my arms around her, nuzzling. I’ll let her get up eventually.
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