"God, you’re so beautiful. Is that good?" I manage to choke out.
"Yes," she pants out as I add another finger, stretching her, feeling her juices coat my fingers as I stroke them in and out of her.
When her h*ps start lifting up to meet my hand, I know she’s almost there. That’s it, baby, come for me.
"Oh my God," she pants out and I can’t help the feral sound that escapes my lips. Seeing her on the threshold of orgasm is so beautiful and so intense. Her cheeks are flushed, her head thrown back into the pillow and her h*ps are undulating against my hand. Then her body stiffens for the briefest of seconds and she cries out my name as the orgasm washes over her. That’s it, beautiful girl. Oh f**k. I need to be inside her now. Right now.
I sit back and strip off my jeans and boxers and toss them on the floor, and crawl back over her just as she’s opening her eyes, a look of wonder on her face.
I’m practically shaking as I lean over her and pull a condom out of my bedside table drawer and kneel back and pull it on. I’m so hard, I’m aching, desperate with the need to pound myself into her. I remind myself to go slow though. I don’t want to hurt her.
"Can I touch you, Jake? Will you show me how?" she whispers.
"Next time, baby. Hanging on by a thread here. If you touch me, we'll both be sorry," I say, my flimsy hold on control weakening by the minute.
I hold myself over her and guide the tip of my c**k to her wet entrance. I lower my mouth to hers again, thrusting my tongue in her mouth, showing her with my mouth what I’m about to do with my cock. I groan in anticipation.
"Wrap your legs around me," I tell her. "Gonna do this fast to get the painful part over with, okay?"
"Okay," she whispers back, and I push myself into her in one thrust. Oh f**k, f**k. But then I grimace as she cries out in pain.
I remain still for a minute, letting her body get used to my invasion, and when I feel her relaxing around me, I start moving very slowly, relishing the feeling of her hot, wet embrace.
I want to be slow and careful but my c**k is throbbing, screaming at me to move as the hot, slick friction of her body surrounds me.
"Baby, I gotta move faster. You okay?" I choke out.
"Yes," she whispers, and with her okay, I start thrusting into her, the feeling so overwhelmingly exquisite that I think I must be drowning in her. Drowning in a sea of bliss.
Her legs are wrapped around my hips, her hands moving on my back and over my ass, as she moans and whimpers beneath me, meeting me thrust for thrust. She’s perfection and I’m lost. It feels so good, I don’t want it to end, but I feel heat and pleasure circling in my belly, and I know that I’m not going to be able to hold out for much longer.
I bring my mouth back to hers and thrust my tongue into her mouth in time with the thrusting of my cock. That seems to ignite her as she arches her body up, and I feel the contractions of her orgasm along my length, milking my own orgasm to the very surface, my balls pulling up tight.
I thrust into her once, twice and then I explode with the force of an erupting volcano, shuddering and groaning and seeing stars from the intensity of my cl**ax.
When I come back to myself, I’m circling my h*ps slowly, drawing out the last of the pleasure, and she’s stroking her fingernails up and down my arms. I can’t help the grin that spreads across my face as I nuzzle into her sweet smelling neck. Holy f**k. That was... that was... God, there are no words.
I bring my head up and gaze into her eyes.
"You okay?" I whisper.
"Yeah," she whispers back, a gentle, satiated smile on her lips.
I’d like to stay connected to her indefinitely, but I need to make sure she’s okay and if there’s any blood, clean her up. As I pull out, she makes a little mewling sound and I can’t help grinning. "My Evie likes me inside of her." Good thing because I plan to spend a lot of time there.
"Let me get rid of this condom and get something to clean you up with. Stay there." Damn, there’s a lot of blood. Something primal inside of me feels an intense satisfaction in the sight of Evie’s virginal blood all over me. I’d never admit that out loud – seems cavemanish, I suppose, but it’s the truth.
I make sure to face her as I pull on my t-shirt and boxers so she doesn’t glimpse my back. Not yet.
I go to the bathroom and flush the bloody condom. Then I run a washcloth under warm water and bring it back into the bedroom. I smile because Evie hasn’t moved a muscle, still lying na**d and goddess-like in my sheets, a vision of beauty.
I sit down on the side of the bed and say, "Open your legs and bend your knees." She looks slightly embarrassed, but does as I ask, and I wipe the blood away and return to the bathroom to rinse out the washcloth and toss it in the laundry hamper.
When I walk back into the bedroom with a glass of water, Evie has put her tiny red panties back on. The sight of the small piece of red lace against her creamy skin sends an arrow of arousal shooting south, but I squash it. She’s gotta be sore. I feel a momentary pang of guilt for not being gentler, but I had controlled myself to the best of my ability under the circumstances – I’d waited a long damn time for that. And I’d never experienced that level of pure lust. It was off the charts.
Evie takes a long drink of the water and smiles sweetly at me as she hands it back. I put it on the nightstand and climb back into bed with her, turning her and pulling her back against my chest. I nuzzle my face into her sweet smelling hair and cup her breast in my hand possessively.