The image of her rising onto her knees to guide my erect dick between her legs is sensually overloading. It’s not the general OMG-I-am-about-to-have-sex sensation hitting me. It is the OMG-I-am-about-to-have-sex-with-Melody-Gregg that has my brain fritzing, and don’t get me started on the response of my dick, or this event will be over before it starts.
I loosen my grip on the bed sheet when Melody signs, “BJ?”
“Yeah.”
She flashes me a smile I’ve only seen a handful of times. It’s filled with beauty and gratitude. “This will probably be a little bit easier if you help guide me.”
“Shit, yeah, sorry,” I fumble verbally before fumbling physically. I almost strangle my dick when my nervous jabs poke it into her thigh and back entrance before it finally finds the hole it’s meant to be penetrating. “Is that okay?” I mouth. My voice is brittle, but it has nothing to do with nerves. It’s from the heat of her pussy scorching my cock.
“Yes.” She swivels her hips before releasing the tight clench of her thighs so she can slowly sink down.
She makes it almost an inch before the pleasurable expression on her face switches to pain. “We can stop. Just say the word.”
When she shakes her head, tears almost stream down her cheeks. I hate that I’m hurting her, but whether now or years down the road, she’ll inevitably have to go through this pain, and I’d rather help her through it than pass the baton to another man. Just the thought of her with anyone but me clutches at my chest as firmly as her pussy strangles my dick.
As Melody’s face tightens with pain, her pussy clamps more.
“Try not to think about the pain, Melody. Consider it a one-off discomfort that will soon go away.”
“Okay.” She weakens the grip of her thigh muscles again before taking another two inches. “BJ…”
“It’s okay. You are okay,” I assure her when the first lot of tears spring from her eyes. She wants to wipe them away, hating that they’re making her look weak, but since she would have to remove her nails from my chest to do that, she leaves them where they fall. “Can I touch you? It might help with the pain.”
Her tears topple onto my chest when she briskly nods. She’s hurting so much right now, she can’t sign, and I’ve barely taken a second to relish how good she feels wrapped around me. She’s so tight, my dick is being more strangled than caressed, but it still feels awesome.
“I will make it feel better, Melody. I promise.” She whimpers through an additional inch when I lean over to grab a bottle of lube out of my top drawer. I’d rather explain why I need lube than hurt her more than necessary. “This will help you slide down easier, okay?”
Not waiting for her to acknowledge she lip-read my reply, I squeeze a generous dollop of lube onto my index and middle finger before transferring it onto the section of my cock she’s yet to take. Once I am confident I’m well lubed, I move my lube-glossed fingers to her clit. One twirl of the bud pulsating with both pain and excitement reminds her of the fun event we’re endeavoring to undertake. It hurts now, but once we’ve carefully stepped her through this process, it will be more fun than painful.
I lock my eyes with her before saying, “When you are ready, try sliding down a little more.” I circle her clit with three full rotations before she recommences her descent. “Yes, nice and slow.”
My jaw tightens when she takes another three inches without extra tears. I don’t see that lasting when we hit a barrier I’m certain is going to hurt. She’s getting close to the base, which is the thickest part of my cock since it’s being strangled by a rubber shorter than my dick. Who needs a cock-ring when you have restroom vending machine condoms?
After tapping on her thigh to gain her attention, I sign, “Can you look at me for a second?” When I get the full attention of her eyes that are brimming with wetness, I sign, “I need to rock my hips up for just a second. It will hurt, but it should not last long, okay?” I smile when she nods without pause for thought, loving her trust. She knows I’d never hurt her on purpose. “Claw my chest, scream, and curse at me, and call me names if you need to, but please remember, I am doing this because I love you.”
She doesn’t flinch at my use of the ‘L’ word. We’ve used it a handful of times the past year. It’s never had this level of emotion attached to it, though. It’s usually when she’s really sleepy or super happy.
Fingers crossed tonight commences a new wave of affection.
After securing a grip on Melody’s sweaty hip, I lock my eyes with hers, then swing my hips upward at a fast, virgin-stealing pace. Melody claws at my chest, and her eyes expose the silent screams ripping through her body, but the only movement her lips make is when she mouths what I said to her earlier, “I love you.”
10
BRANDON
I wake up to waves of dirty-blonde hair fanned across my chest, a leg hooked around my waist, and a massive boner. My morning wood is nothing out of the ordinary. I’m a teenage boy—if I didn’t wake with a boner, I’d be worried—but waking up with Melody in my arms is new. I wasn’t sure it would happen after I broke us through the final barrier earlier this morning.
Melody shed more tears than I was hoping, and it took more than some additional lube to lessen the tears streaming down her face. After several long minutes of gentle penetration and dedicated attention to her clit, her tears stopped flowing, and the connection we’ve had since the day she galloped down the stairs of her ranch took over our exchange.
I didn’t blow the first time we had sex. The idea of having sex with the girl of my dreams ensured my dick remained as virile as a man on Viagra, but I couldn’t push past the barrier that I had to hurt her to get us to that stage.
Melody didn’t seem to notice I didn’t come. I removed the blood-smeared condom and dumped it into the trash before she could notice it was empty, then spent the next hour fussing over her.
That started a second avalanche of exploring. It was gentle and sweet, and that time I orgasmed like my cum was the only thing capable of dousing the heat blazing between us. It was brilliant, even better than the first time around.
It was also exhausting, hence Melody’s near-comatose state.
The thump of my temples reveals we haven’t been resting long, but with the sun peeking through the crack in my curtains, I have no other choice but to wake Melody. Usually, when she sneaks into my room in the middle of the night, she leaves not long before the sun is up. I can’t see the time, but the high angle of the sun exposes it’s very late in the morning.
