I envision Kate on her knees before me, her tiny hands wrapped around my cock and guiding me into her mouth. My eyes flutter closed as a bolt of sizzling desire pulses through me.
Taking a deep breath, I open my eyes and try to figure out how to best alleviate what is almost becoming a frantic need for Kate and the release she can bring me.
While I’d really, really love her mouth on my cock, I just haven’t had my fill of her pussy yet.
“I’m going to take you up on the blow job some other time,” I tell her as I rip open the condom packet, “because I know you will be spectacular at it. But I just want to fuck you right now.”
“Okay,” Kate says on a sigh of capitulation, a dreamy smile coming over her face.
I pinch the tip and roll the rubber onto my shaft. When I raise one knee up onto the bed, Kate reaches her arms out to me. It’s a welcoming gesture…almost as if she’s saying, “You’re home. I’m here.”
And that right there is a little too intimate for me. To see that look of warmth in her eyes.
I expect my hard-on to fail as I let my walls start to build up around me, but looking down at it…nope, it still wants her. In fact, my hips seem drawn forward in need to get inside of her, regardless of all of the promise in her eyes.
And here it comes again…guilt. It washes through me but still doesn’t kill the hard-on. As I examine it, I realize…it’s not guilt about Gina this time.
No, it’s guilt over taking everything that Kate offers me but not really being able to give something other than an orgasm back to her.
It’s guilt over what I’m getting ready to do at this very moment.
Reaching down, I grab Kate by the hips and flip her over roughly to her stomach, so I can’t see that gentle and understanding look on her face. She gasps and then gives a soft moan when I pull back on her, lifting her hips up. My other knee comes to the bed, right between her legs, and sweeps back and forth to kick her legs farther apart.
Kate’s head swings out and she peers at me over her shoulder, those long dark bangs framing her eyes. I see surprise but also desire.
That I like.
That is what I need.
I drop a hand and sink a finger into her warmth from behind. Her head falls forward, her hair dropping to cover her face. Her spine arches and she pushes back against me…causing my finger to plunge in deeper. I groan because her need and softly demanding ways are so damn hot, especially given her obvious lack of experience.
There’s a part of me that wants to show her everything.
To show her all about exploration and intimacy and all of the different ways I could make her come. I want to learn her body and have her get to know mine. I want her wild with abandon, and every time I take her, I want it to be in a way that completely possesses her.
And yet, I think to myself as I remove my hand from between her legs and push my hips inward to line my cock up, none of that is really attainable.
All of that would do nothing but build a connection.
A connection that I could never fully give credence to.
Spreading my hands around Kate’s hips, I give her a hard tug backward as I push forward, sinking deeply into her all at once.
And oh, the bliss.
Pure fucking white-hot, dazzling bliss.
It surrounds me, invades me, and consumes me.
Kate moans softly as I start to move within her. I stroke one hand up her back, around her ribs, and to her breast so I can softly cup it while I ride her. She keeps her head bowed, and this is good. It’s good I can’t see the depth of emotion in her eyes as she gets sucked into the maelstrom of lust and desire. Kate is a woman who is filled with emotion and I can’t bear to see it reflected back at me right now.
I close my eyes and give over to the feelings of her body squeezing me. I listen to her panting, my grunting on particularly deep thrusts. My skin slaps against hers, and the air goes hot and heavy as our passion vibrates all around.
I have to grit my teeth hard, because something is swirling inside of my chest, wanting me to do stupid shit like tell her how good this feels and that I don’t think I can get enough of her.
Things I absolutely have no business saying to her.
So I fuck her hard and fast, chasing that sweet goal of release.
I skim my hand down from her breast, over her stomach, and push it in between her legs. The pads of my fingertips easily find her clit, aided by her slickness, and I start to play with her while we fuck.
Kate groans…slams back against me…rotates her hips.
And then that beautiful back arches deep again and she throws her head back, causing her hair to cascade past her shoulder blades, and tilts her hips in such a way that I go fucking deeper into her body. I feel her start to climax because her inner walls grip me hard and she whispers out on a harsh breath of air, “Yes…yes…yes.”
And that right there is what pushes me over.
I hiss out my pleasure through my teeth while my balls contract and I start to unload inside her. I come hard…really hard…and the minute I’m completely empty, my entire body uncoils with contentment.
Kate’s body gives out and she sinks to the mattress. I fall right along with her, but then immediately roll us onto our sides. Absolutely wrecked…completely boneless, I’m too mellow to do anything else but wrap my arm around her waist and lie there. I know it’s an intimate move, but fuck it. I want her to stay still, right there while I’m still lodged inside of her, and let me enjoy the peace and lack of guilt for just a moment.
Taking a deep breath, I open my eyes and try to figure out how to best alleviate what is almost becoming a frantic need for Kate and the release she can bring me.
While I’d really, really love her mouth on my cock, I just haven’t had my fill of her pussy yet.
“I’m going to take you up on the blow job some other time,” I tell her as I rip open the condom packet, “because I know you will be spectacular at it. But I just want to fuck you right now.”
“Okay,” Kate says on a sigh of capitulation, a dreamy smile coming over her face.
I pinch the tip and roll the rubber onto my shaft. When I raise one knee up onto the bed, Kate reaches her arms out to me. It’s a welcoming gesture…almost as if she’s saying, “You’re home. I’m here.”
And that right there is a little too intimate for me. To see that look of warmth in her eyes.
I expect my hard-on to fail as I let my walls start to build up around me, but looking down at it…nope, it still wants her. In fact, my hips seem drawn forward in need to get inside of her, regardless of all of the promise in her eyes.
And here it comes again…guilt. It washes through me but still doesn’t kill the hard-on. As I examine it, I realize…it’s not guilt about Gina this time.
No, it’s guilt over taking everything that Kate offers me but not really being able to give something other than an orgasm back to her.
It’s guilt over what I’m getting ready to do at this very moment.
Reaching down, I grab Kate by the hips and flip her over roughly to her stomach, so I can’t see that gentle and understanding look on her face. She gasps and then gives a soft moan when I pull back on her, lifting her hips up. My other knee comes to the bed, right between her legs, and sweeps back and forth to kick her legs farther apart.
Kate’s head swings out and she peers at me over her shoulder, those long dark bangs framing her eyes. I see surprise but also desire.
That I like.
That is what I need.
I drop a hand and sink a finger into her warmth from behind. Her head falls forward, her hair dropping to cover her face. Her spine arches and she pushes back against me…causing my finger to plunge in deeper. I groan because her need and softly demanding ways are so damn hot, especially given her obvious lack of experience.
There’s a part of me that wants to show her everything.
To show her all about exploration and intimacy and all of the different ways I could make her come. I want to learn her body and have her get to know mine. I want her wild with abandon, and every time I take her, I want it to be in a way that completely possesses her.
And yet, I think to myself as I remove my hand from between her legs and push my hips inward to line my cock up, none of that is really attainable.
All of that would do nothing but build a connection.
A connection that I could never fully give credence to.
Spreading my hands around Kate’s hips, I give her a hard tug backward as I push forward, sinking deeply into her all at once.
And oh, the bliss.
Pure fucking white-hot, dazzling bliss.
It surrounds me, invades me, and consumes me.
Kate moans softly as I start to move within her. I stroke one hand up her back, around her ribs, and to her breast so I can softly cup it while I ride her. She keeps her head bowed, and this is good. It’s good I can’t see the depth of emotion in her eyes as she gets sucked into the maelstrom of lust and desire. Kate is a woman who is filled with emotion and I can’t bear to see it reflected back at me right now.
I close my eyes and give over to the feelings of her body squeezing me. I listen to her panting, my grunting on particularly deep thrusts. My skin slaps against hers, and the air goes hot and heavy as our passion vibrates all around.
I have to grit my teeth hard, because something is swirling inside of my chest, wanting me to do stupid shit like tell her how good this feels and that I don’t think I can get enough of her.
Things I absolutely have no business saying to her.
So I fuck her hard and fast, chasing that sweet goal of release.
I skim my hand down from her breast, over her stomach, and push it in between her legs. The pads of my fingertips easily find her clit, aided by her slickness, and I start to play with her while we fuck.
Kate groans…slams back against me…rotates her hips.
And then that beautiful back arches deep again and she throws her head back, causing her hair to cascade past her shoulder blades, and tilts her hips in such a way that I go fucking deeper into her body. I feel her start to climax because her inner walls grip me hard and she whispers out on a harsh breath of air, “Yes…yes…yes.”
And that right there is what pushes me over.
I hiss out my pleasure through my teeth while my balls contract and I start to unload inside her. I come hard…really hard…and the minute I’m completely empty, my entire body uncoils with contentment.
Kate’s body gives out and she sinks to the mattress. I fall right along with her, but then immediately roll us onto our sides. Absolutely wrecked…completely boneless, I’m too mellow to do anything else but wrap my arm around her waist and lie there. I know it’s an intimate move, but fuck it. I want her to stay still, right there while I’m still lodged inside of her, and let me enjoy the peace and lack of guilt for just a moment.
