If not a quickie, maybe she’d be interested in something slower, a lot slower. It's as if it's someone else reaching out to tuck that stray lock of hair behind her shell-like ear. It's definitely me who turns her and pulls her into a tight embrace.
The scent of her arousal is all I need to give into the temptation to do what I’ve wanted to from the moment I’d walked through the front door that morning.
Kissing Chloe is every bit as good as I'd imagined when I was sitting behind her in biology. My reactions are textbook, right down to the desire to bury myself in her until I can go no further.
As cheesy as it sounds, I want to brand her as mine.
As I listen to her mewing, it takes all my self-control to not lose it. I take my lips away from hers only long enough to whisper, “It feels good, doesn’t it?”
She barely has time to murmur her agreement, before I once more claim her lips.
Any doubts flee when she undoes a couple of buttons on my shirt so she can stroke my chest. My cock jumps in response, and I know if we don't slow down, I'll be taking her on the pile of wet-suits in the corner.
As tempting as that is, I want my first time with Chloe to be special. There's nothing one-night stand about this girl. If I screw this up, I’ll screw it up for good. Reluctantly, I pull back from our kiss to stop myself from mimicking her actions. One things for sure though, I'd be using my teeth on her nipples, not my hands.
“Slow down, baby. We’ve got all the time in the world.”
I try to stand tall, to move away from her, to give us both some room to think rationally. She’s having none of it, and who am I to argue with such a beautiful creature?
If she wants fast, then fast it is. My balls tighten at the very thought of plunging myself into this gorgeous woman, again and again.
