Chapter Six
Max
I’m going to cum, and I’m not even fully inside of her yet. Her walls are gripping me like a vice, yet she’s so fucking wet.
“I need a second,” I say as I close my eyes. Fuck, I can’t shoot my load this quick. It’s her first time, and I’m acting like a sixteen-year-old. But she feelsso good.
“Is everything okay?” She asks, worry coating her words.
I peel my eyes open so I can see her reaction. Shit, she looks panicked.
“No, I’m not okay. It’s you.” I chuckle. “You feel that fucking good, I’m going to cum in the next few seconds.” I try to breathe slowly before I dare to move my hips again.
A soft laugh leaves her lips, a small smile gracing her face, which quickly changes to pleasure, as I pull back out all the way to the tip, then ease my cock back deep inside of her. She takes all of me so fucking well.
The moan that escapes her throat next sounds similar to a purr. So, I repeat the action, over and over. Getting faster the closer my own orgasm nears. She is squeezing the life out of my dick, she must be close, too. Her back is arched as she meets me with every thrust. Riding me just as much as I am riding her. Those beautiful tits of hers are bouncing along with each thrust.
“Baby. I’m so close. I need you to cum. Now!” I demand, adding a little pressure with my thumb to her clit. And like the good girl she is, she fucking explodes.
Fuck.
I fall apart right along with her. Her pussy pulsing in time with my own release. Her eyes are glossy and wide as she stares up at me, scanning every part of my face.
“I can’t believe this is real. It is, isn’t it? Real, I mean?” Lucy asks, uncertainty in her tone.
“You’re mine, Lou. This is the most real thing I have ever felt.” I gently pull out of her and lie down on the bed, pulling her along with me. “How are you feeling? Are you sore?” I’ve never slept with a virgin, but I’ve heard the first time isn’t meant to be the most comfortable.
“I have a dildo, Max. I popped my own cherry a while ago.” She laughs. The sound sent a jolt through my heart. I love that sound.
“Oh, really. I need to see it. I have to see what I’m up against.” I wink, nuzzling into her neck as she laughs some more. “You won’t be needing that anymore, you’ve got me now.”
“Oh, really? So, late at night, when I’m all alone, and I need a little ‘pick me up’, all I have to do is call you?” She taunts, her eyes narrowing.
“Basically, yes. No matter the time, I’ll be available.” I wink. I couldn’t think of a better wake-up call.
She swats at me, still laughing. I’ve missed this. Just us being us. This is the most normal we have acted together in at least a year. It’s even better now we’re naked.
After a short time, we both go to freshen up and head back to bed together. Lucy curls into my arms, resting her head on my chest. Her hair is scooped on top of her head, and I can’t help but stroke the exposed side of her neck.
“Do you think this will work?” She worries her lip, taking a breath. “What are we going to tell everyone?” I knew this was coming. But to be honest, I couldn’t give a flying fuck what people think. No one could keep me away from her. Not now.
“We will work it out,” I reply, holding her closer. “Whatever we decide, we will do it together. This is how we were always meant to be.”
She lets out a shaky breath. I feel the tear that leaves her eyes as soon as it hits my chest.
“Max, I have wanted this for what feels like a lifetime. I’m so happy, but also so scared. What if they take it badly?” She asks, a slight wobble in her tone.
“Then that’s their issue. I won’t let anyone keep me from you. You have my word.” I promise. “So… is this the reason why you have been so distant with me?”
“Yeah, kind of. I was just so scared of you finding out. Or worse, if you didn’t feel the same way. I was willing to take this secret to the grave if I had to.” She admits. Her face is still hidden, which is driving me insane. I want to see all her reactions.
“I feel it too. I have for a long time, but I couldn’t tell you when it started. I think it just built over time until the past year, when I knew for sure. I knew I couldn’t live without telling you.” I say, my finger leisurely drawing circles between her shoulder blades. “Maybe I’m just selfish, because if tonight never happened, I wouldn’t have been able to keep it in much longer.”
“I’m glad you’re a cocky bastard. I might be brave with some things, but I don’t think I could have ever been brave enough to make the first move.” She whispers.
“I know. I will always be a cocky bastard for you.”
What the hell is that? It’s a well-known fact that I am not a morning person, and there’s a sharp tickle irritating my face. Did Mum's cat find its way into my bed again? I swat at my face to remove the itchy as fuck fluff that’s trying to crawl up my nostrils.
