When we slide into bed one night, Eliza rolls toward me, tangling her smooth legs with mine, rubbing my calf with her soft toes. “Want to try again?” she asks.
“Really?” I ask, drawing back to search her face. My cock throbs against her bare belly, only my boxers and her underwear separating us from being skin to skin.
“Yeah,” she says, pressing her soft little body up against mine. “Did you think I was done forever?”
“You cried,” I remind her.
“I know,” she says. “It wasn’t my finest moment. But don’t give up on me, okay? I’m working on it, and I was hoping you’d work on it with me.”
“Of course.” I didn’t think she’d want to try again for a long time, and I was prepared for that. That doesn’t mean I don’t want to, though. She’s fucking beautiful in every way, and not just physically. This is beyond frustrating. It’s agonizing. It’s not the waiting. I could deal with that, hard as it may be. It’s not thinking of her needs, her pleasure. That can only be good for us both.
Here in the bedroom, though, I need to be the one calling the shots. It takes everything in me to give over control to her, to let her set the pace and pull the brake when she needs to, to be the one in charge, making the rules. I keep telling myself it’ll make me a better lover to her later, and that’s worth it. But damn if it isn’t the hardest thing I’ve ever done.
We kiss for so long I’m dizzy with wanting her, my head spinning by the time she reaches between us, pushing down my boxers and gripping my cock in her warm little hand. I roll onto my back, pulling her on top of me so I can watch her. If I can’t pound her into the mattress, at least I can watch her in all her glory as she sits astride my hips. She squiggles down the bed, pushing off the blankets and lowering her head, smiling up at me before opening her lips to take my cock. I push up into her mouth, fisting my hands in the sheet as she slides down deep, letting me feel her straining throat.
After a minute, when I’m shaking with the effort of holding back, she throws her hair back and kneels up, grinning down me as she hooks her thumbs into her panties. I can see the shape of her pussy against the thin fabric. My cock jerks against her thighs, glistening with her saliva as she draws her panties down, letting me see what I can’t touch. With a groan, I take hold of her thighs and tug her up to straddle me. She sinks onto me, gasping as we make contact. Her eyes fly wide, and she tenses.
“You’re safe,” I remind her, massaging her thighs gently. “I won’t move a muscle until you’re ready. Do what you need,carina. I’m yours.”
She nods, letting out a breath and sinking down on top of me without putting me in. “Thank you,” she breathes.
Slowly, she begins to grind against my shaft, riding me until she’s as wet as I am. I love watching her move, the sensual rolling of her hips, the sway of her tits as she rises and falls, the little frown of concentration between her brows, the way she bites her plump lower lip when she starts getting hot. It makes it all worth it when our eyes meet and she smiles.
“Is this okay?” she asks.
“So fucking okay,” I say, my voice hoarse with desire.
“I’m ready,” she says.
I lift her hips, supporting her weight. “Put it in.”
She swallows before reaching for my cock, guiding it to her entrance. She bears down, biting her lip as I strain against her opening. At last, I breach her entrance, groaning at the sensation of her slick cunt gripping my bare cock. She gasps, tensing up for a minute. I wait for her to adjust, trying not to move, though my cock aches inside her as it strains against her walls. She’s so tight it almost hurts. When she’s ready, she moves a little deeper, panting as she goes.
I remember the last time, and how she didn’t tell me she was upset, that she’d had enough, until she’d had too much.
I grip her hips gently, my gaze locking with hers. “Talk to me, baby,” I manage. “Let me in. What’s going on in that complicated mind of yours?”
She seems to relax a little more, turning her attention away from her determined effort. “I’m okay,” she says.
“Tell me how it feels,” I say, my voice low and rough with command. Holding back is fucking killing me, but I wouldn’t change it for anything. Not when I can see every inch of her spectacular, sexy body being slowly impaled on my cock.
“Fucking enormous,” she says, and then she gives a little laugh, and I can’t help but smile, too. Not just because I’m a man, and a guy can never hear those words too many times. But because if she can laugh, maybe it’ll be okay this time. Maybe she knows she’s safe, that she can stop any time she wants, that I’d never push her for more than she’s ready and more than willing to give.
“Does it feel good?” I ask. I know that’s not everything. Sometimes she freaks out when it feels good more than when it doesn’t.
“Yeah,” she whispers. “It feels good.”
“You feel good, too,” I tell her. “So fucking good.”
This time, she makes it until I’m all the way in again, gripped so hard inside her cunt that I want to scream. Instead, I see panic flicker in her eyes, so I sit up, wrapping my arms around her. I cradle her gently so she won’t feel trapped in my embrace.
“I won’t hurt you,” I say, gently stroking her hair back from her temple. “It’s just you and me, El. You’re safe, and I love you.”
She stills, not continuing but not pulling away, either. We sit there for what feels like forever while I talk her down, trying to say the right thing, do the right thing, be what she needs. At last, she nods, draping her arms over my shoulders and moving a bit. I hold her hips gently, so she can pull back when she needs, and I help her move, slow and gentle strokes. When she’s breathing hard, I loosen my grip, letting her ride me at her own pace, choosing her own rhythm.
She moves faster, harder than I expected, her bare cunt gripping me like a vice as she slams down on me. The sensation of her slick, hot walls around me makes me nearly explode. I stroke her tits, thumbing her nipples while she rides me. When she’s ready, she throws back her head, letting her long black hair tumble down her back, and a shudder wraps around her body as she sighs. That one quiet, long, breathy sigh is the most soul-satisfying sound I’ve ever heard.
Her walls clench around me, and I can’t help but groan at how insanely hard she squeezes my cock. I watch her cum, watch her come undone, and it’s the most beautiful sight I’ve ever seen. I want to watch her and not worry about getting mine, but I can’t stop myself. The sight of my beautiful naked wife lost in pure bliss pushes me over the edge.