My hips flex as he slides me to the edge of the seat and licks my mound. I’m bare in front of him, pulsing, desperate.
“Sweetheart,” he groans, licking his reward, “you taste so fucking good.”
I shutter, moaning sighs of approval as he works, my hips rising toward his face with instinct. “I need you.”
“I don’t have a condom. What if you get pregnant?”
“I need you inside of me, Alex. Would it be the worst thing that could happen?”
He stares down at me and I wonder if I’ve gone too far… even for myself. I want babies, and I most definitely want his, but we’ve only really known each other for a couple of months and most of that time was spent apart.
His hand grips my chin as he leans into my lips. “You’re going to have all my babies, and I’m never letting you go.”
I let out a sigh and rock toward him, desperate to feel his width spread me wide.
He pulls a blanket from the toolbox of his truck. It’s old, and it looks like he’s used it to lay on when he’s working on the ground, but I don’t care. He spreads it on the grass next to the truck and guides me toward the blanket.
“I’m going to lay out,” he says, his breath warm on my ear. “You take your time as you ride. Let me in as fast or slow as you’d like.” He lays out on the blanket and tosses his jeans to the side.
It’s not a bad spot to lose my virginity. In fact, it’s actually quite beautiful. Aside from the muscular, God-like man laid out welcoming me on, there’s a daisy patch right beside us that’s framed by towering green trees.
I’m not one hundred percent sure what I’m doing, but I straddle his body, and lower myself down carefully. I can feel my slit glide along the length of his shaft as I maneuver the tip to my entrance.
My pussy clenches uncontrollably as only the massive head enters.
“Go slow, honey. Don’t rush it.” He’s breathless when he speaks, and his finger is resting over top my clit, gently massaging the bulb as I continue to swallow him up.
“Oh God,” I groan, as a pinch of pain shoots between my legs and down into my feet.
“Are you okay?”
I nod. “Yeah. It’s one thing tothinkyou can handle something this big.” I smile and bite my lower lip. “And I’m new at this.”
He grins with me and kisses my hand. “Stop whenever you need to. We can take our time.”
I know we can, but I don’t want to. I want him to be so far inside of me he has trouble finding his way out. Then, I want him all over again and again until we have no idea where I start, and he begins.
I lower down further, pushing past the bit of pain until pleasure resumes and I begin rocking and bouncing. My breasts sway and my jaw slacks open.
“Fuck…” he groans. “Look at you. You feel so good.”
My brain wants me to take my time and be thoughtful with how I ride, but it’s no use. I feel myself sporadically shifting between rocking back and forth and bouncing up and down. Every new gyration opens up a new angle for his girth to explore and I want to feel everything all at once.
I reach down and lose my fingers in the hair on his chest, as I continue to feel myself stretched further than I thought possible. Unexpectedly, I can feel my journey of discovery ending as my body starts to convulse. “I’m going to come. Hold me, Alex! I’m going to come!”
My clit swells and my hips thrust against him as I pant and cry out in pleasure.
He moves his finger faster against my clit and pinches my nipple with his free hand. “I can feel how you’re clamping down on me, honey. Drain your come all over me.”
As he speaks, an orgasm rips through me, sending waves of pleasure over my skin until I’m high.
Alex thrusts upward, pumping his hips into me as I twist in circles. His mouth slacks open and his head arches back as he lets out a satisfying growl. His seed gets sent deep inside me. He’s giving me the parts of him he doesn’t give to anyone else.
I continue to move and writhe on top of him until we’re both so spent that I collapse onto his chest and stare up at the pink and orange sky.
“Are you okay?” Alex turns to the side and brushes his thumb against my cheek, our gaze on each other as our sticky, hot bodies sit open to the world.
“Is that a no swimming sign on your arm?” I look toward the tattoo on his forearm, running my fingers carefully around the edge of the tape. My heart clenches. “Is that—”