This is nothing. This is just an appetizer.
I lick her belly, pulling that sundress all the way up now, revealing everything to me. She’s shaven, bare to me, delicate and curvy and delicious, untouched and unknown to anyone but me.
I am exploring uncharted waters, and she shakes beneath me in anticipation.
Her breasts heave as she breathes in and out, fast, nervous but excited. Her sex is glistening, and fuck how badly I want to taste and sup on her most secret place.
I can smell her musky, fruity scent. “You’re so sweet,” I mutter, and then I am spreading her legs wider, feeling the silk of her brushing against me as she cries out, my lips and tongue against her private core.
She opens to me, though.
She wants me so badly, she’s gushing, and damn she is sweeter then I even imagined. Like nectar, like the sweetest wine, and I’m drinking her in as I lap at those swollen folds, hearing her cries of bliss and feeling her legs shake against me.
Her sex presses upwards, and I push my tongue in, feeling her clit, the nub swelling in my mouth as she screams in ecstasy, and gushes.
I lick and lick, frantically, my cock raging, my blood pulsing so hard that I feel like I might stroke out. This is intense. She is intense.
She’s sexual, and I’ve opened the floodgates to some kind of boundless desire that I only sensed from a distance. But up close, I can feel her sucking me in, making me want and need her like a drug.
I’ve never done drugs, never would given the way I grew up.
But I imagine this must be what it’s like when an addict first touches heroin. The immediate high, the sense of complete bliss, pure and uncut, unadulterated. And all of those other silly little drugs, the tokes of weed, the shots of vodka, the little random pills—you immediately realize they were child’s play. They were nothing.
This is the real deal.
And that’s how Haisley feels to me in this moment. She’s that pure rush that I never bothered imagining. She is the real thing, and I am both attracted to and repelled by my own need for her.
I have feasted on her pussy, and she has come in my mouth, and her body collapses back against the bed.
I sit up.
We’re both breathing as if we’ve sprinted for half a mile.
“Oh…oh my god…” she gasps. Her eyes blink. Her body is coated in sweat.
I look at all of her exposed flesh and I feel like a demon, unleashed, waiting for the next meal.
She sees my gaze and leans up on an elbow. “It’s your turn,” she says softly.
“No, not yet—“
“Anything you want.” She smiles a little, hesitant but also sure of herself in a new way. A new confidence brewing already. “Take it from me. Give it to me. Do…do anything. Anything.” She swallows, knowing how big of a risk she’s taking in giving me such freedom.
Little does she know, I would never take advantage of that trust. Not the way so many men would…
But then again, the ways in which I will hurt her have nothing to do with sex. If I allow her to develop feelings for me, I will disappoint her to no end, break her fragile spirit and snuff out the innocence I see in her eyes.
This can only be about physical pleasure.
But I know that the time isn’t quite right to fuck her. Almost, not quite.
She’s still learning, she needs more time.
Yet I’m also dying to come, and I’ve lost the will to fight it. With her words, I find myself taking off my pants, dropping my boxers. I see her eyes widen at the size of my raging cock.
“Don’t worry, I won’t be fucking you, not yet. And I won’t even make you suck it.”
“If you want…” she begins.
“Spread your legs again,” I command, my voice hoarse. “And lie back on the bed. Hold your tits.”
She lies back and grabs her tits with both hands. Spreads her legs for me.
I climb over her and begin stroking myself, talking to her. “Soon, very soon, I’m going to go deep in your pussy,” I tell her.
She closes her eyes and moans, so sexy, fingers tweaking her own pink nipples.
My cock is already slick with precum, and I stare at her wet cunt, still soaked with her juices from when I sucked her sweet pussy and clit.
“You are so pure,” I mutter.
“Just fuck me,” she cries, and I can tell she means it. “Just put the tip of your cock in me, at least. Please. Please. Just put…just a little bit…” she begs.
Dammit.
I pull her closer to me and my cock strains forward as my hips swivel towards her. My hard cock sweeps across the outer folds of her wet pussy, and we both groan with pleasure as skin meets skin.
I begin sliding my shaft over her bare pussy, and now I’m shaking, because she feels so good, I need to just penetrate her. I need to.
She wants me to, and I can see she’s ready after all.
“Just a little bit,” she says again, breathless.
“I…This wasn’t my plan…” I tell her. “Not like this. Not yet.”
“But…that’s okay,” she groans, and presses her hips upwards, straining against me, both our bodies slick and ready.
Her pussy is amazing, hot and wet.
My cock is so hard, it’s about to burst. I slowly brush the head of it over her folds, and then it dips ever so slightly into her channel.
We both sigh, and I push further in. She moans and groans, and she’s so tight, so fucking slick and needy for me, I begin fucking her before I even realize what I’m doing.
Haisley makes a small strangled sound in her throat, and squeezes her eyes shut as I plunge all the way into her, and I ask her if she’s okay.
“Yes,” she nods.
“Hurt?”
She shakes her head no.
God, it’s better than I could have ever believed. I go slow, I force myself to, even though everything in me wants to come, wants to unleash the beast within.
I can feel her loosening now, and her eyes relax, the brief bit of tension in her face is gone as she lets go into the rhythm of it.
“Oh, fuck,” she moans. She opens her eyes wide and looks down at my cock, entering her, then pulling out as I prepare to plunge myself back into her again.
“You can take all of me,” I groan.
“It feels so fucking amazing.” She drops her head back against the bed.
I am swiveling my hips, slowly, but with some force now. She’s tight, but so wet and all of our juices are mingling together. There is plenty of lubrication and I can tell there is no pain for her.
She’s shaking again, but now from pleasure and lust.
“I—I think I might come again,” she says, her voice high, disbelieving.
“Good, come for me, baby. Come for me with that tight pussy of yours.” I start fucking her a little harder, not too fast, but my cock is about to explode.
“Dermot,” she says, her eyes suddenly locked on mine.
“I’m going to come too,” I tell her.
“Come inside me,” please.”
“Holy fuck.” And then I explode inside her, pumping so hard, and she cries out, raking my back with her fingers and taking me deeper than I would have thought possible.
I impale her with my cock, and I shoot my seed all the way in, again and again, feeling like my balls will never stop draining.