She's staring at me, and I'm amazed at just how beautiful she is. Her eyes are dim, and I know what kind of life she's had. I'm going to do my best to make sure that things are different for her from this point forward. I want her to smile... always.
The closer I get, the bigger her eyes get. I can't help but smirk. "It's okay," I soothe her.
"I don't think..."
"What is it, baby? If you want to wait, we’ll wait," I tell her, already having to pinch myself off. I can come in an instant, there's no doubt about it.
"I don't want to wait," she says, and I move so I'm lying across her, my cock hard and pressing against her hip. "You will be my first, Brett."
My head falls to her shoulder, and I have to remind myself to breathe. I knew, how could I not know? But hearing her say the words is a whole other ballgame. “I'm not going to lie to you. It might hurt. But I promise I'm going to make it good after that."
She's nodding her head. "I trust you."
Her words go straight to my heart. She trusts me. I vow right then and there that I'll never give her a reason to doubt that trust she's put into me.
I raise up on my knees and position myself between her legs. I'm dying to thrust into her pink, pretty tight pussy. My cock is weeping for it. But I restrain with every muscle in my body pulled tight.
With one hand on my dick, I rub my cock along her wet swollen lips. She moans, lifting her hips, and I almost face plant as my body lurches. "Fuck baby."
Her thighs tighten around me, and I push into her slowly. I barely get the tip in and I have to stop and remind myself to breathe. She's too hot, too wet, and too tight. She's too everything right now.
"Kiss me," I tell her.
She leans up willingly, and I press my lips to hers. Our kiss deepens, and I force myself to take it slowly as I push inside her. Inch by inch, I press into her. The moment I hit the tiny piece of skin that is keeping me from taking her, I stop. I try to end the kiss, and her hands dig into my shoulders as she whimpers. She needs this. She needs it and wants me kissing her when I take her. I bite her bottom lip softly, then a little harder as I slide through her innocence. I don't know which one of us groans louder, but our kiss continues and I sink deep into her softness.
When I'm completely inside her, she pulls back. "I'm fine. I'm fine."
I wipe a tear off her cheek. "You sure?"
She nods, and I start to move. Her insides are hugging me, making friction with even the slightest of movements.
In and out I thrust. I reach between us because I want her to come again too. I want to feel her milking my dick as we come together. When she moans, I keep that same pace and apply more pressure to her clit. She's raw and sensitive, but she's urging me on with her whimpers and moans.
"I need to come, Emma," I tell her in a guttural declaration.
"Yes, please yes," she says.
"I need you to come with me. Let it go, baby."
I thrust once, twice, and the third time she's writhing underneath me, her body spasming uncontrollably. Her pussy constricts, tight like a vise on my cock, and I shoot rope after rope of cum into the condom.
Not wanting to hurt her, I fall to my elbows and rest my head between her breasts. Her hand goes to my hair, and she threads her fingers through my strands. I raise my head and let my chin lie on her chest. I stare at her for the longest time while she looks back at me.
Neither one of us talk, but I feel like we're saying so much.
"Thank you, Brett. I had no idea it could be like that."
"It will get better when you're not hurting."
She blushes prettily, and I turn my head to suck her nipple into my mouth. She's super sensitive there and groans.
I pop it out of my mouth. "One day, Emma, after we're married, we're going to do this without a condom because I want to feel YOU wrapped around me. I want your skin on mine."
"Married?" she exclaims.
I scoot up to where I'm lying next to her and we're face to face.
"Yeah, baby. I'm going to want to do that with you a lot. And I'm going to want our babies to have you for a mother, so yeah, married."