The word comes out breathy. The sound of my name in her mouth makes my cock twitch. Leaning back onto my knees, I look down at her, taking her in. She’s gorgeous, the kind of woman that anyone would be lucky to date, let alone fuck.
“Give me a second,” I tell her, sliding off the bed and stepping into the bathroom. It only takes me a few seconds to find the condoms that I always have stored in my toiletry bag.
When I step back out into the room, Ashley has set herself up in bed and she’s pulled off the white hotel robe, revealing a pale lavender, deep v-cut, silk nighty that just covers her ass. She looks nervous, one hand coming up to play with the left strap of her nighty. “Is this alright?”
I make a big show out of looking her over, dropping one hand down to grip my hard self through my pants. “Yeah, you could say that. Fuck, you’re gorgeous. I’ve been thinking about you all day.”
“About this?” Ashley asks. She reaches down, her hands curling up the fabric of her nighty revealing her matching panties.
“About a lot of things,” I answer, as my cock continues to grow. Ashley lays back in the bed as I reach out and pull her nighty up, sliding it over the curve of her thighs. The lavender fabric bunches up around her hips, and when she spreads her legs, it shows off a wet patch on her silk panties.
I can’t help myself, reaching out and firmly pressing my thumb against the darker purple spot. She gasps, her legs spreading wider. I take it as a cue to keep going, rubbing my thumb up, the thin fabric is barely a barrier between my thumb and her clit, and then dropping it down, back to that dark wet spot, and pressing in.
The silk fabric doesn’t have much give in it, but I take advantage of what little bit it has, fucking my finger up into her through the covering.
She makes this soft little sound in the back of her throat and grips onto the bed sheets.
“You look amazing like that,” I tell her, finally pulling my hand away. I only let go of her for a moment, then pull that damp spot to the side and give her pussy a good look. She’s clean-shaven and perfect looking, and I can’t help the way that my mouth waters at the sight.
I gently lean down and kiss it—a gentle first kiss for this pussy that has never been kissed before. Something about the thought of being the first to kiss Ashley like this has my dick so hard I can barely stand it. I can’t wait to fuck her for the first time. I’m going to make sure she never forgets it.
I also can’t pull my mouth away from her clit. Licking her inside out, she tastes so goddamn good. I just want more as I suck at her spot. She grabbing at the back of my head with both hands pulling me in closer letting out moaning sounds at the same time, sounds that let me know she’s going to cum for me. I lavish her with my tongue while her body begins to quake under my mouth. “Oh my god, Grant,” is all she gets out.
I grab her panties and pull them down.
I stand up and my hands fall down to the front of my slacks, quickly working open the button and sliding them down around my knees. If I was wearing a belt, I’d be tempted to hook her hands up to the headboard of the bed—but I’m not. And this is her first time anyway, so I should be gentle.
Unfortunately, it is really hard to focus on being gentle when I’m already achingly hard, and Ashley’s looking up at me with those big doe eyes of hers.
She swallows hard and spreads her legs further for me. One hand curls in the silk fabric of her skirt above her hips as she arches her back in anticipation. I shift forward between her legs, take a deep breath, and then press a single finger up into her, feeling the smoothness of her walls contract around me. She’s so tight, so untouched.
“Oh my god,” she groans again, tilting her head back and pressing herself against the pillows stacked up against the headboard. “I knew you had big hands.”
I laugh. “My hands aren’t the only big thing that I’ve got.”
Her gaze drops down to my erection, cheeks coloring that much more. The blush creeps down the length of her neck. I bet she’s going to look even better once I’m splitting her open.
For the moment, I put my full effort and focus into prepping her, stretching her with one finger and then two. Her moans and soft little grunts get more frantic, and soon she’s scrabbling at my wrist, warning me, “Grant— ah, ah— Grant, I’m going to—”
“Good,” I tell her. “Go on, let me see you cum again.”
I don’t know if it’s just that she was already right there on the edge or if it’s my command that does it, but her cunt tightens around my fingers, and I’m feeling the heat and wetness of her orgasm again. I’m a lucky man.
I pull my hand back, eagerly stroking my own length a few times before leaning over her, lining up above her. Now that she’s nice and pliable beneath me, I press the broad head of my cock against her opening.
We kiss when I press into her for the first time, my tongue in her mouth, my dick in her pussy, and her hands digging red marks into the jut of my shoulder blades. Each roll of my hip drives me deeper inside of her. I start slow not entering with my full length. Her face holds a look of ecstasy and sheer surprise. I want to see more of that. I shift back, up onto my knees, and hike her legs around my hips pulling a few pillows up under her ass to help hold her there. I’m ready to fuck her with all I’ve got.
Ashley has the most blissed-out look on her face, so overtaken with pleasure that she can’t even talk, and that’s exactly how I want to keep her. I only linger like that for a moment, looking her over, her silk nighty hitched up around her waist, her perfect breast falling out of the top, nipples exposing themselves to me. Then I’m leaning over her, pressing into her, fucking into her in earnest.
With my hands holding either side of her hips I pull her pussy close with each thrust. I can’t help the way that I’m grunting, desperate to make her feel good but also desperate to chase after my own release.
The fact that I’m Ashley’s first fuck that makes this all so much hotter. Out of every guy that she’s met, I’m the one that she decided to give herself to.
The thought rings out in my mind, urging me on even further. I want to take her, to claim her, to keep her as my own. There’s something almost feral in the thought, and the way that it curls in the back of my chest.
“Cum for me,” I command, as I slide in and out. “Cum for me again, Ashley. Go on, cum on— fuck— cum while I’m in you—”
And she does, screaming, the sound all but ripped out of her throat. I pull the pillows out from under her and she’s on the bed again. I muffle her noises by crashing our mouths together, swallowing the sounds of her orgasm as I fuck her through it. Her whole body is whipcord tight beneath me, her pussy clenching at my cock, her nails biting hard enough into my shoulders that it actually hurts.