Quill
It takeseverything in me not to explode as her sweet opening sheaths my cock. I pulse inside her as I stretch and fill her.
“Cali,” I grunt, my voice raspy and hoarse, “Please, don’t go too fast.”
“I won’t.” She keeps her promise as she moves, her hips gliding against me with a gentle rocking motion. My hands clench her cheeks, but I don’t set the pace. I let her move herself back and forth, her clit bumping the base of my shaft and causing her to shiver with each motion.
And every moment is more mind-blowing than the last.
“You feel amazing,” she whispers, her face buried into the crook of my neck.
“So do you, sweetheart.”
“I think I’m going to come soon,” she whimpers. Her voice is so sweet, so full of need, and I realize how badly I want to be the one fulfilling her needs every day. I want to give her everything she needs and then some, and I want to be the only one to do it. I want to hear her laugh, see her smile, and feel her around me. I want to fill her life and her body like this forever.
She’s the one I’ve waited for.
“It’s okay, baby. Come hard for me,” I say, using my grip on her to pump her down onto my length and bury myself in her as hard as I can.
“Quill!” She cries out as her body rocks with long trembles. Her hands reach up into my hair and dig deep, my scalp pulsing as her slick walls tighten around me. They caress and squeeze every inch, soaking me in her sweetness as she surrenders herself to me fully.
I fight the tingle in my balls. I don’t want this to be over.
She crumples forward and lays her head on my chest, the cool sweat on her brow kissing my skin. I watch her gentle heaves as she lets her heart rate climb back down, sucking in a large swallow of air with every breath. Several seconds later, she looks up at me with half-closed eyes and smiles.
“That was incredible,” she coos.
I kiss her forehead, still rock hard inside her. “Think we can do it again?” I ask with a grin.
“What?” The word’s hardly left her lips when I start pulling her against me, rocking her harder and faster than before.
“We didn’t talk about it. Should I pull out?” I grunt.
The way she shakes her head, her eyes blazing with enthusiasm, makes my cock twitch inside her. I teeter on the edge of losing my control, resisting the urge and refusing to give in as I fight for every moment of this fucking bliss.
“If you keep this up, I’m… I’m gonna go off again,” she squeaks, arms draped over my shoulders as she presses her lips against mine. I get lost in the flavor of her, basking in the little bit of her I’ve so far indulged in.
I stand up, still inside her. She lets out a shocked cry, then moans as I lay her back on the couch and slide myself tenderly from her body. I slip my face between her juicy thighs and lick the trickling nectar from her lips.
“Ohhh.” Her soft moan gives way to heated pants as I move my tongue around her tiny button, then up and down that delicious softness, then repeat.
“You taste like the finest sweet honey.”
The way her legs begin to shake in time with my movements is inspiring, and my nuts ache with the need of release as her breathing grows ragged and her body clenches. But I want to see her explode again. It’s what I’m meant to do.
She calls out my name over and over as her thighs clamp around my head. “Quill! Oh, Quill, yes! Yes, Quill!”
Every syllable makes my cock harder and harder until he’s granite.
The last of the tremors have yet to subside when I plant my hips between her thighs, pumping into her with furious abandon as her walls clench my manhood once more. Several swift strokes are my undoing. I collapse on top of her in a sweaty, exhausted satisfaction.
I stare down at her, eyes groggy and heart swelling. Everything I’ve been missing in my life is right here, curled up in my arms and fighting sleep as she stares up at me with heavy eyes. I can be the man my father wasn’t. I won’t leave her…ever.
“Cali, I… I have something I want to tell you.”
A puzzled look adorns her face, somehow making her all the more beautiful. “What’s that?”
“This was my… You were my first.”