“Ahhhh…Neil!” she gasped, when I shifted down the bed in a flash and spread her wide.
Her hips undulated against my hands holding her thighs open, sending my c**k to attention despite the thorough workout mere moments before.
I was on a mission. To get to the place at the center of her that held me captivated. “With my mouth,” I said, before descending on her pu**y and staring at all the beauty right in front of me. She wasn’t totally bare, but almost, the sexy strip of cherry-coloured hair making me crazed to have my mouth on her. How blessed was I?
Licking at her folds until they parted, I found her clit and circled over and over with my tongue, serving that little sweet spot with some extra special loving attentions. With Elaina at my mercy for the next minutes, I held her pinned open with my palms and feasted on her quim until I was satisfied with my results. She was shouting my name—as promised.
I kept her honest.
It took me a good while to reach that point though, because I was a very greedy bastard when it came to her. Tasting so fine, and so amazingly soft under my tongue—my girl was nothing short of exquisite perfection. I took her over and over again like that…giving my c**k some needed breaks for recovery in between all the f**king that happened along the way as well.
Nothing was done in small measures on our first night together. The sex went on for hours.
The best part was hearing the precious I love you’s when I made her come. She did it every time, and I loved her even more for saying it. If that was even in the realm of possibility.
We didn’t take our eyes or our hands off each other. Not the first time, and not any of the other times we made love that night. I was running out of days with my Cherry Girl and I had to take every available second of time I could grab for us.
I begrudged even the moments when I had to close my eyes for sleep, and was only able to do so, because I could feel her against my skin.
And hear her steady breathing in the dark.
And smell the scent of her with every breath of air I took in.
10
I held onto her as night transformed into day—slowly caressing up and down her back while she slept—unwilling to break physical contact, in a pathetic attempt to keep everything status quo and my heart intact. I loved her so much.
But now, I had something precious to lose, and the stark knowledge of that fact terrified me down to my very bones.
So, we had finally found our way to this point together, bodies aligned, key to lock, lover to lover. Everything had felt as I’d always imagined it would feel, but then at the same time, it didn’t, because there was no possible description of what we did together that first night, in a stately mansion perched on the Somerset coast.
It’d been far more than a first shag session between two lovers. Far, far more.
I had waited so long for Elaina; I was nearly out of my rational mind at times, with all restraint just flying out the window in an instant. She’d put up with me throughout the whole night though, and never once stopped me in my raging need to have her. My Cherry really did love me, apparently. I didn’t know how or why but I’d take it for the gift it was.
I opened my eyes at some point to her blue ones watching over me in silence. Her body was draped half on top of mine, leg thrown over, palm on my chest, our faces very close. “Wakey, wakey,” she purred.
Her use of my same words the first time she woke up in bed with me, made me smile. She had a bit of tease in her and I loved that. “Ahh, the best waking I can ever remember actually. Can we do it like this every morning?”
She smiled and blushed, sending me into instant arousal, the need to take her yet again instinctual and primal. I kissed her instead.
She had to be pretty worn out by now. We’d done nothing but shag and sleep with occasional breaks for the bathroom and hydration, all night long.
I pulled back from her mouth, caressing her face and tracing her lips with a finger. “How are you feeling today, beautiful girl?”
“Loved by you,” she answered shyly.
Her simple answer and accompanying blush was enough to get me going and reaching for the box of condoms again.
“I can never do enough of that.” I got myself wrapped, and my mouth sucking on her tits in record time.
Elaina arched and moaned for me, letting me know she wanted what I was doing, so I pulled her on top of me and snaked a hand between her legs. My immediate goal being to make sure she was primed and ready for me.
She was.
My beautiful girl was soaking wet and more than prepared for me to f**k her. Again. Maybe she was really f**king me. Either way, was all good and we were ready to go.
I slipped my hands under her bum and lifted her over my cock. She helped to guide us on target and then dropped herself down, impaling herself hard on me.
“Fuck, yes!” I shouted, wondering if the poor people who lived here had been kept awake during night from all the noise. I know we made plenty.
I was so lost in my girl, my social filter was completely absent, and I didn’t care if we were inconveniencing anybody. Just didn’t care about anything or anyone but us.
She rode me expertly, lifting her hips again and again in a rotating motion that would see me utterly blown in a very short time. As soon as I made sure she was going off, I’d let myself follow. My Cherry came first. This was a rule. She. Came. First.
“Ahh…I’m coming…” she whispered, as she worked me over, her eyes starting to glaze as her whole body became overtaken by shudders.
Thank bloody hell.
I followed her within seconds, never taking my hands off her hips, slamming her down repeatedly onto my c**k while I dissolved into her.
****
“I don’t know what I think is more beautiful, this spread or the view from our suite,” she announced at breakfast.
We’d made our way out of the bed, miraculously, and down to the dining room. After our wake-up orgasms, we’d showered together and even managed to get dressed into clothing fit for public wear. I think it really came down to the need for nutrients. Bodies can’t shag for hours without some refueling to keep them going. The best kind of experiment though. I had no complaints as I sat across the breakfast table and watched her over a cup of tea and a scone. My only distracting thought—the long curl of hair strewn over her left breast, obstructing my view. My mind began playing the let’s remember what Elaina’s tits look like naked game. She had the most spectacular pair that’s for sure.
Her hips undulated against my hands holding her thighs open, sending my c**k to attention despite the thorough workout mere moments before.
I was on a mission. To get to the place at the center of her that held me captivated. “With my mouth,” I said, before descending on her pu**y and staring at all the beauty right in front of me. She wasn’t totally bare, but almost, the sexy strip of cherry-coloured hair making me crazed to have my mouth on her. How blessed was I?
Licking at her folds until they parted, I found her clit and circled over and over with my tongue, serving that little sweet spot with some extra special loving attentions. With Elaina at my mercy for the next minutes, I held her pinned open with my palms and feasted on her quim until I was satisfied with my results. She was shouting my name—as promised.
I kept her honest.
It took me a good while to reach that point though, because I was a very greedy bastard when it came to her. Tasting so fine, and so amazingly soft under my tongue—my girl was nothing short of exquisite perfection. I took her over and over again like that…giving my c**k some needed breaks for recovery in between all the f**king that happened along the way as well.
Nothing was done in small measures on our first night together. The sex went on for hours.
The best part was hearing the precious I love you’s when I made her come. She did it every time, and I loved her even more for saying it. If that was even in the realm of possibility.
We didn’t take our eyes or our hands off each other. Not the first time, and not any of the other times we made love that night. I was running out of days with my Cherry Girl and I had to take every available second of time I could grab for us.
I begrudged even the moments when I had to close my eyes for sleep, and was only able to do so, because I could feel her against my skin.
And hear her steady breathing in the dark.
And smell the scent of her with every breath of air I took in.
10
I held onto her as night transformed into day—slowly caressing up and down her back while she slept—unwilling to break physical contact, in a pathetic attempt to keep everything status quo and my heart intact. I loved her so much.
But now, I had something precious to lose, and the stark knowledge of that fact terrified me down to my very bones.
So, we had finally found our way to this point together, bodies aligned, key to lock, lover to lover. Everything had felt as I’d always imagined it would feel, but then at the same time, it didn’t, because there was no possible description of what we did together that first night, in a stately mansion perched on the Somerset coast.
It’d been far more than a first shag session between two lovers. Far, far more.
I had waited so long for Elaina; I was nearly out of my rational mind at times, with all restraint just flying out the window in an instant. She’d put up with me throughout the whole night though, and never once stopped me in my raging need to have her. My Cherry really did love me, apparently. I didn’t know how or why but I’d take it for the gift it was.
I opened my eyes at some point to her blue ones watching over me in silence. Her body was draped half on top of mine, leg thrown over, palm on my chest, our faces very close. “Wakey, wakey,” she purred.
Her use of my same words the first time she woke up in bed with me, made me smile. She had a bit of tease in her and I loved that. “Ahh, the best waking I can ever remember actually. Can we do it like this every morning?”
She smiled and blushed, sending me into instant arousal, the need to take her yet again instinctual and primal. I kissed her instead.
She had to be pretty worn out by now. We’d done nothing but shag and sleep with occasional breaks for the bathroom and hydration, all night long.
I pulled back from her mouth, caressing her face and tracing her lips with a finger. “How are you feeling today, beautiful girl?”
“Loved by you,” she answered shyly.
Her simple answer and accompanying blush was enough to get me going and reaching for the box of condoms again.
“I can never do enough of that.” I got myself wrapped, and my mouth sucking on her tits in record time.
Elaina arched and moaned for me, letting me know she wanted what I was doing, so I pulled her on top of me and snaked a hand between her legs. My immediate goal being to make sure she was primed and ready for me.
She was.
My beautiful girl was soaking wet and more than prepared for me to f**k her. Again. Maybe she was really f**king me. Either way, was all good and we were ready to go.
I slipped my hands under her bum and lifted her over my cock. She helped to guide us on target and then dropped herself down, impaling herself hard on me.
“Fuck, yes!” I shouted, wondering if the poor people who lived here had been kept awake during night from all the noise. I know we made plenty.
I was so lost in my girl, my social filter was completely absent, and I didn’t care if we were inconveniencing anybody. Just didn’t care about anything or anyone but us.
She rode me expertly, lifting her hips again and again in a rotating motion that would see me utterly blown in a very short time. As soon as I made sure she was going off, I’d let myself follow. My Cherry came first. This was a rule. She. Came. First.
“Ahh…I’m coming…” she whispered, as she worked me over, her eyes starting to glaze as her whole body became overtaken by shudders.
Thank bloody hell.
I followed her within seconds, never taking my hands off her hips, slamming her down repeatedly onto my c**k while I dissolved into her.
****
“I don’t know what I think is more beautiful, this spread or the view from our suite,” she announced at breakfast.
We’d made our way out of the bed, miraculously, and down to the dining room. After our wake-up orgasms, we’d showered together and even managed to get dressed into clothing fit for public wear. I think it really came down to the need for nutrients. Bodies can’t shag for hours without some refueling to keep them going. The best kind of experiment though. I had no complaints as I sat across the breakfast table and watched her over a cup of tea and a scone. My only distracting thought—the long curl of hair strewn over her left breast, obstructing my view. My mind began playing the let’s remember what Elaina’s tits look like naked game. She had the most spectacular pair that’s for sure.
