"Let go," I say. "Come for me, Arden. Don't hold back. I want to see and hear and feel all of it."
The climax seizes her hard and fast, and her knees bend toward her body like strings inside her legs have been cinched up tight. She squeezes her eyes shut, her nails digging into my shoulders, and she cries out.
I keep stroking her until she's done, mesmerized by the way her expression changes from shock to blissful pain to sheer pleasure, and finally, the most exquisite look of satisfaction. Her hair is a mess, her cheeks are pink, and she's still breathing hard. But I've never seen anything so perfect in my life.
She reaches down to close her hand around my cock. "I want my mouth on you."
"Have you ever done that before?" Since she was a virgin until I showed up, I doubt she's ever done what she's suggesting. Not that I don't want that. I do, of course. I'm a man, and we always love a good blow job. "You don't have to do that to make me happy. All I need is you."
"But I'd like to give you the same kind of thing you give me. I want to try." She lets go of my cock, her shoulders hunching. "But you're right, I've never done it before."
"Let's hold off on that until another time. I want to teach you all about sex. But for tonight, let me take the lead."
"Okay. You're in charge, baby."
My pulse speeds up, like it does every time she calls me that. "I love the way you keep calling me baby."
"You've called me 'love' several times."
"Have I? Maybe I fell for you at first sight after all."
She slides a hand into my hair and pulls me closer. We kiss more, kiss like we mean it, like nothing else matters except this night, in this room. The rest of the world might as well have evaporated, because all that exists for me right now is Arden.
I lay my body on top of hers.
She whispers against my lips, "Condom."
"Fuck."
I jump off the bed, find my trousers, and dig a condom out of the pocket. When I try to open the packet, I fumble it. The condom flies out of my fingers and lands on Arden's belly.
Laughing, she sits up and shimmies across the bed to sit on the edge. "Let me help. I've practiced putting condoms on a zucchini."
"A zucchini?"
"Mm-hm." She rips open the packet and begins rolling the condom onto me. "I knew eventually all that practice would come in handy."
The feel of her delicate fingers on my dick is making me breathe harder. She's got a look of intense concentration on her face, but it gradually gives way to a hunger that makes my balls tighten. By the time she gets the condom on, I've lost my breath completely. She's stolen it, and I don't mind at all.
Arden crawls across the bed on her hands and knees, giving me a perfect view of her arse---and her tits that hang down and sway with every movement of her body. She pulls the covers off the bed and lies down on her back.
"I'm ready," she says, almost purring those words. "Are you?"
"Ready, randy, and raring to go." I make my way up the bed to her, hovering over that luscious body, drinking in the sight of Arden for a moment before I lower myself onto her. "Am I too heavy?"
"No, I like it. Make love to me, Reese. Please."
She opens her thighs for me.
Braced on my elbows, I ease inside her. She feels so damn good, the way her body fits me like a glove. I take my time, letting us both experience every sensation, watching her face while I push in and pull out. The scent of her desire fills the air and intoxicates me, so much that I want to go faster, go harder, make her bounce and scream. But I need this to last. I need to feel her around me for as long as possible so I can memorize every second of it. This time feels different, more meaningful, and I never want it to end.
She wraps her legs around me, wraps her arms around me, and gasps every time I push inside her sweet, willing body.
"Arden," I whisper.
"Oh Reese, baby, I love you."
Those words rush through me like the most addictive drug on earth. I accelerate the pace, taking her harder, pulling out further before I plunge into her again. She clutches me tighter, not only with her legs and arms, but with her inner muscles too. God, she's close. I could push her over the edge so easily, but I want this to go on and on.