Damn this girl. Despite her inexperience, she makes me come faster than anyone else ever has. Is it because I care about her? Is that why?
How do I tell her this? How do I express myself when I grew up in a house where feelings were mocked, especially if you’re a guy. We’re supposed to be cold and unfeeling.
This girl makes me feel the complete opposite of that.
She draws me deep into her mouth. A little deeper. Until she almost gags and my cock is sliding rapidly out of her mouth.
“Sorry,” she murmurs, blinking hard.
I touch her cheek, tilting her face up to look at me. “You don’t have to deep throat me, Birdy.”
Her cheeks flush pink. “I might’ve watched more porn last night.”
Oh, fuck me. “In private mode, I hope.”
She laughs. “Yes, definitely.”
“I don’t plan on coming in your mouth,” I tell her, pushing her hair away once again. “Just—play with it. Until I can’t take it anymore and I have to fuck you.”
And damn, does she ever play with it. She pushes me to the brink in a short amount of time, until I’m practically tearing her off my dick, positioning her so she’s flat on her back and I’m hovering above her. I slide inside her with ease, going completely still when I feel all of that hot, wet heat grip me.
“I didn’t put on a condom.” I glance down to find her wiggling beneath me, like she’s trying to take me deeper.
“I’m on birth control,” she admits.
I’m shocked. “Seriously?”
“I had irregular periods when I was younger.” She seems embarrassed. “My mom took me to the gynecologist and I’ve been on the pill ever since.”
Goddamn, I love her mom. “I’ve never had sex without a condom. Ever.”
“Me either.”
I kiss her smiling mouth. “You’re funny, Bird.”
“I try,” she teases, lifting her hips so I do actually sink deeper inside her body. “Are you telling me the truth?”
“About never having sex without a condom?” When she nods, I say, “Yes.”
“Then let’s try this. It feels good this way.”
Once we do it this way, it’ll be hard to go back to condoms. I can feel…everything. No barriers, just flesh on flesh.
And fuck, it feels amazing.
“I love being inside of you,” I whisper in her ear, because that’s as close as I can get, using that word. And I mean it—I love being inside of her. Fucking her. Kissing her and making her come. Knowing that I’m the only one who makes her feel good.
“I love being with you like this,” she answers, her hands roaming up my chest to curl around my shoulders. “No one knows me like you do, Crew.”
No one knows me like she does either.
Not a single soul.
I start out gentle at first, not wanting to hurt her. She’s still so new at this, and I’m sure she’s sore. She’s already come twice.
Eventually, I lose control. I fuck her hard. And she doesn’t complain, not once. She moans and whispers my name, clutching me close. I disentangle myself from her grip and rise above her, wrapping my hands around her hips as I fuck her senseless. Until she’s writhing beneath me, her shaky whimper indicating that she’s coming.
I’m coming too. So hard.
Falling for her too.
So damn hard.