She looks beautiful.
I go to her and without a word gather her into my arms, pressing my mouth to hers. The kiss is long and deep, my cock pressing insistently against her belly. I roll her onto her back, my lips never leaving hers and it’s like she melts beneath me, her warm, curvy body pressed close to mine as she wraps her arms around my neck and pulls me even closer.
“I don’t want to hurt you,” I breathe next to her ear after I break the kiss.
She shakes her head, her hair getting in my face. “I know you’ll be gentle with me.”
I go still, blown away by the trust she has in me. The utter faith I’ll do the right thing when it comes to her no matter what.
Taking a deep breath, I rise up onto my knees, bracing one hand on the mattress as I grab the base of my cock and brush just the head of it against her pussy. She closes her eyes on a shivery sigh, her hips arching as if she wants more. As if she’s seeking me because I’m the only one who can take care of her.
I brush the head of my cock against her clit, amazed at how wet she is, her flesh so pliant and welcoming. I’m fucking shaking as I press my cock into her entrance carefully, slowly feeding myself inside her, inch by inch, bit by bit. She stiffens at the first invasion, her body tense and I can tell she’s holding her breath.
“Breathe baby,” I murmur, watching in fascination as I slowly sink inside her. She takes me so easily, as if she were made for me and when I’m finally fully seated inside of her pussy, I close my eyes and drop my head so I can brush my mouth against hers in the lightest kiss possible. “You okay?”
She nods, murmurs something I can’t quite understand and just as slowly as I entered her, I withdraw, taking my time, not wanting to hurt her yet desperate to fuck her hard and make her mine.
But she’s already mine. I can tell by the breathless noises she makes, the way her body slowly relaxes, the tight heat of her completely enveloping me. I thrust deep. Deeper. Making her moan. Making me groan. I’m sweating, the shaking hasn’t dissipated, hell I think it’s worse and I wonder at my reaction toward her. Why I feel so overwhelmed with the need to make this good for her?
Because she deserves it. She deserves only the best.
I might not be the one who can give her a lifetime of the best, but I’m going to damn well give her the best of me while I have her.
“Wrap your legs around my hips,” I encourage and she does, causing me to sink even further inside her. We both moan and I can’t hold back anymore. It’s fucking killing me to not just unleash on her so I do, but as subtly as possible. I rise up and reach between us, touching her clit, circling it with my fingers and she clutches me close, her fingernails digging into my shoulders, her mouth at my ear as she pants these sexy little breaths that drive me wild.
Everything she does drives me wild.
“Are you close?” I ask because it’s going to happen for me at any given moment. I’m going to come. I don’t want to ruin this for her but damn it, I’m going to blow and that familiar tingle is already starting at the base of my spine. “Tell me you’re close.”
She nods furiously, her eyes popping open to meet mine. “You feel so good.”
I close my eyes and shake my head. I can’t look at her like this. Not when she’s so goddamned beautiful it makes my heart hurt. I hate that I’m going to leave her. I hate that I only have a few hours with her left and then I’ll never see her again.
But maybe it’s best. The way I feel for her after knowing her for only a brief time is nothing short of crazy. It shouldn’t be like this. I shouldn’t fall for a woman I can’t have. How fucking painful is this going to be when we can’t see each other anymore?
Pretty fucking painful—at least for me.
“Oh, God.” She sounds like she’s going to come and I increase my pace, my hips slamming against hers as I furiously rub her clit. My movements are clumsy, I’m losing all finesse as I chase after both her orgasm and mine and when she goes completely still beneath me, her head thrown back as her eyes close, I know she’s found it.
I watch her come, feel the squeeze and release of her pussy milking my cock and that’s it. I’m coming too with a shuddery groan, pressing myself inside her as deep as I can go as the orgasm wrenches everything out of me.
Being with her, listening to her, watching her, feeling her, wrenches everything out of me. I collapse on top of her, my breathing ragged, the occasional shudder still wracking my body. She runs her hands up and down my back in a comforting motion as she slowly kisses my neck.
I squeeze my eyes shut, wishing I could stop time. I don’t want this to end.
Ever.
Four weeks later…
“You’re at your apartment?” Mama answers the phone in greeting.
I roll my eyes and flop backwards onto my bed. My brand new mattress feels like a fluffy cloud though the pillows kind of suck. They’re too hard. “Hi to you too.”
Mama heaves an irritated sigh. Since the moment I left home she’s called and texted constantly—and I’ve only been gone for two days. I appreciate her concern. Really I do. But it also makes me crazy. She’s so overprotective. I know she’s having a hard time letting go of her baby girl but I also think she needs independence from me. She’s young, and now that I’m gone, she can go out and do what she wants. She’s not even forty and she hasn’t been on a date in I don’t know how long.
She deserves a life too. Just like I do. I think it’s finally time we both seek it.