In the beginning, I mistook Rose’s lack of artifice as a sign of her youth. Now I know it’s an essential part of her, and I’m the luckiest man on the planet to be on the receiving end of her unfiltered reactions. I’m also the most tortured because I’ve been hard for hours. But tonight isn’t about me and my cock won’t fall off or explode even if it feels like it.
Earlier in the week, we discussed via text message that we can skip the condom. The feel of her hot, wet pussy against my cock adds to the almost irresistible urge to thrust as hard and fast as I can. Not tonight.
Slowly Rose peels off my chest, looking flushed and dazed, her eyes unfocused. I let her take her time — that is what I promised her, after all. Once she lies down on the bed, I’ll seize control again, but not until then. Even if it kills me. She blinks a few times and then smiles. “I’m ready now, I think.”
I nod. “You know what to do.” I extend my hand to support her as she stands. Her thighs glisten with evidence of her arousal, her breasts turgid. The path she takes to the bed isn’t straight. It’s the meandering curve of someone tipsy, but I know she hasn’t had any alcohol. She stretches out on the sheets with a long relaxed sigh and for a brief second, I’m afraid she’s going to fall asleep. Her mouth curves seductively as she raises her hands to the pillow behind her. Her back arches with the change in posture and those perfect breasts are now proudly displayed. Her graceful legs splay open, the rosy-red folds of her pussy proving her body is ready for me.
There’s a part of me that still can’t believe she’s mine. But it probably never will, so I’m learning to ignore it. I give her a few more seconds of anticipation and then I’m kneeling between her thighs. I can’t resist giving a little attention to her breasts, they’ve been begging for a while now, and lastly one deep kiss, “You ready, Rose?”
She nods and as slowly as I can manage; I hold her hips and push into her achingly tight pussy. She’s relaxed, that’s why we did a little exploratory practice and I keep up the steady pressure. If her barrier is still intact, there’s not much there, thank God, and it’s more about letting her adjust to my size.
“So full,” she sighs, sounding delighted.
“You like that, Rosebud? Being stuffed full of cock?”
“Um-hmmm, yours anyway. Don’t really want to try any others.”
“Better not,” I growl my pace increasing unconsciously with the need to claim her as mine. When I’m fully seated, I pause, letting her take her time until she starts to wiggle, shifting slightly from side to side.
“Need you to move, Aiden.”
“You sure? Does this hurt?” I pull out slightly and slide back in. She’s tight but fitting against my cock perfectly.
“No, feels good. Just need more. I need to cum.”
“At your service, Rose.” And I mean it. She may accuse me later of holding back but that’s only because I don’t want to break her in two so I keep everything at about fifty percent of what it would be if I was out of control. Her hands are shifting, moving down, trying to reach for me. I know she’s close and my balls are so tight up against my body it’s like they’re trying to go back inside. I won’t last long either. I pull almost all the way out and give her several fast shallow thrusts, teasing her g-spot, pulling back out before she finds that friction she needs. It ramps up her release quickly and when I push back into her fully, her orgasm explodes around us. Her back arching off the bed, her pussy spasms tight against my cock as if only just realizing there’s something there to squeeze. She milks my cock for all it’s worth, and my cum shoots into her womb with a force that makes me fall forward over her. Her arms instantly wrap around my back, binding us together.
As soon as I can form words, I make sure she can breathe and ask, “You okay, Rosebud?”
She gives me a happy sigh in response. Words come a few minutes later, “That was worth waiting for.”
“I’m glad.”
She swats ineffectively at my arm, “Is that the best you’ve got? You’re glad?”
“I’m over the moon with delight that you’re going to let me fuck you like that for the next forty years at least. Better?”
“Damn straight,” she says with a grin.
She protests again when I pull out, which is a double shot to my heart and my ego. “In a few days, babe, we can stay there longer. Now I need to clean you up and let you recover.”
Her pout is broken by a small yawn so I fetch a warm washcloth and minutes later tuck her up against my side as she falls asleep.