Her walls stretched to take me in, slick and warm and welcoming. A perfect fit. Like she was made for me. It took all my willpower not to fall over the edge. Determined to make things last, I distracted myself with the task of claiming her lips. I held myself within her, feeling the walls of her pussy flutter around my shaft.
“Babe,” she groaned. “Please move.”
“What’s the rush, angel?” I asked, sucking on her bottom lip.
“I want—” She bucked her hips and sighed. “I want to make you feel good.”
“Just being with you makes me feel good.”
“You know what I mean.” She reached around, circling my neck with her arms. She dragged her nails down my back, panting. “Jesse,please.”
“Have I ever told you how much I love how greedy you are? Do you really need my cock that much?”
“Yes!” she blurted. “Yes, I need it.”
“Say it.”
“I need your cock, Jesse. I need to feel you inside me. I need everything you can give me.”
“Alright, angel. Whatever my baby needs.”
I rolled my hips against her, plunging my cock as deep as she could allow. I swallowed her groans, determined to kiss her breathless. My rhythm was slow at first, testing the waters. I wanted nothing more than to dive right in. Be selfish. Make up for lost time. But this was good, too. This was all things tender and loving and wonderful.
It was a privilege to see her hair all messy and tangled. It was a delight to listen to her cries of pleasure. There really was nothing Vivian could do that didn’t set my nerves on fire.
“Fuck, I love you,” I growled in her ear. “I love you so much, Vivian.”
“I love you, too,” she said, voice tight and breathy. “God, Jesse. I’m so close. I’m going to—”
I reached down between us and used my fingers to tease her clit, drawing tight circles guaranteed to make her lose her mind. Vivian’s body seized and sputtered as climax took over.
“Fuck!” she screamed. “Jesse,yes!”
“That’s my girl,” I cooed. “So nice and tight for me.”
“Babe—”
“It’s alright, angel. Gonna fill you right up. Do you want that?”
“Yes. Yes, I want all of you.”
The hot, tight coil in the pit of my stomach exploded, ecstasy shooting through my veins and wiping my mind of any thought. For the briefest, most beautiful moment, I was in heaven.
We lay in bed together, in a comfortable haze. I played with her hair while she stroked my jaw, scraping at my stubble.
“You’d look cool with a good ol’ fashion Dad ‘stache.”
I kissed her fingers. “I love you, but absolutely not.”
“What? I think you’d look good with a moustache.”
“I’ll consider it.”
“That’s all I ask.”
I took a deep breath and looked off into the distance. “Okay. I thought about it.”
“And?”