I lock my mouth over her sex, tongue her folds apart and fuck her with my fingers and teeth and tongue until the only thing that comes out of her pert mouth are screams of pleasure. She writhes below me—both wanting more and afraid of the sensations. I have to hold her down to make her take all of the ecstasy that her body and I want to give her. I hold her in place to my mouth until she unravels with a high keening scream.
And while she’s hurtling down from the top of that one peak, I tear at my fastenings, pull out my heavy, soaked cock and thrust into her. She cries out again, but I show her no mercy.
I stretch her with the broad width of my cockhead. I drive forward until I’m fully seated, from tip to root.
Ragged, short pants escape between her lips.
“It’s too much,” she chokes. “You’re too big. Holy fuck, you feel enormous.”
It’s because she’s already come once. Her tissues are swollen. Her lower lips are engorged with blood. Her sheath is like a vise grip. I want to come in that instant. My legs threaten to give out.
I suck in my lower lip and bite down until the copper taste of blood fills my mouth and the haze in my head clears just enough for me to grasp a few tendrils of restraint. I draw back slow, fighting against her hold.
She moans again, her head thrashing sideways.
The motion makes her tits bounce. I can’t resist the urge to bend over and suck on one hard nub and then another until she creams on my cock again.
I want to come. The orgasm sits heavy and hard at the back of my spine, a cannon ball ready to be fired. But she hasn’t come enough times. She’s not been pleasured enough. All my veins throb in readiness. This time is going to last. This time we’re going slow.
I grit my teeth and slide out. My cock is so sensitive, I swear I could count every single nerve ending in her channel. I settle into a hard, steady rhythm of fucking while I explore her with my mouth. I find a tiny freckle under her lower lip and a small mole on the curve of her shoulder. I mold her tits together, thumbing the nipples until she begs for my mouth.
I give her that, too. I give it all to her.
“You are too good at this. You shouldn’t be making me feel this good,” she exclaims.
I pause in mid-stroke and lift my head from her breast. “What?”
She shakes her head. “I know this is ridiculous and entirely the wrong time to bring this up, but you are way too good at this.”
A rivulet of sweat rolls down the side of my face. I brush it away so it doesn’t drop onto Bitsy’s face, which is tight and flushed. Her lower lip juts out. This does not make her less sexy. If anything, it makes me want to fuck her harder until that petulant look on her face is replaced with pure ecstasy. It also makes me want to drag my dick along that pouting lower lip.
“Do you want this to be a bad experience?” I ask in mild surprise.
“No. Yes. But no.”
Confused, I start to withdraw.
She grabs my hips and holds me in place. “You sure you were a virgin?”
I huff out a surprised laugh. “Yeah.”
“I can’t believe it.”
“Why not? You were.”
“Because look at you.” She waves a hand in my direction.
I look down and see my ordinary body. I do physical work so I don’t have much extra fat. “What about it?”
“Don’t you know how gorgeous you are? How people’s heads literally turn when you walk by? How whole groups of people will fall silent when you walk into a room? ”
I scratch the back of my neck. “Who cares?”
She sighs. “You’re still so good at this. I can’t believe you never had sex before.”
“It’s because I pay attention.”
“What do you mean?”
“It means when you’re hungry, I feed you. When you’re angry, I give you space and hunt down reruns of The Powerpuff Girls to play when you’re ready to come out of your room. When you’re lonely, I get Audie on the phone. When you have your period coming up, I stock up on Advil and ice cream. It means that when I touch you here”—I stroke the tendon at the back of her knee—“you tense and your sex clenches. If I stroke you right”—I thrust in and out a couple of times until I find that one spot that makes her gasp out loud.
“—there,” I growl evilly. “I can make you come without touching your clit if I can find that small patch of skin that makes you scream.” I withdraw slow, dragging my dick over that tiny bundle of nerves that sends her into overdrive.