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She was still tight, but much more manageable now that she was nice and relaxed. I no longer feared I might break her simply by trying to penetrate. First though, I had to give a concession to sweet temptation and lick her pussy once more. Her sweet taste and smell filled my senses, enveloping me until they became my world.
Returning to the heights of pleasure, Vega relaxed again, easing down against the table like slipping into a warm bath. I got adventurous and tried three fingers. Getting them almost all the way inside. It was time.
I pulled Vega even further toward the edge of the table. So far that her ass was partially hanging off. She put up no objection or resistance, surrendering her body to me entirely.
When she was in position, I took her legs one at a time and put them over my arms so the joints of her knees were resting on the crooks of my elbows. An elaborate position that was a lot more comfortable than it looked.
A soft moan escaped her as I stroked my cock against her pussy lips. Prepared as she was, Vega was still very sensitive. I would have to be extremely careful. Though I knew that anyway.
I’d never really been a ‘pounding’ kind of guy, seeing sex more as an art form. Similar to music, and while I might have a terrible voice, I did have some sense of rhythm. Each part of the act had its own sections and movements. I treated the first time with any woman as though it were her first time, giving me the chance to learn her body.
Vega shifted her hips. Just enough for the tip of my cock to slip between her pussy lips. The contact with her eager clit made her pause as she cried out in ecstasy. Her desire getting a bit ahead of her. Still, she was ready, or at least thought she was. With almost imperceptible movement, I eased my cock inside her, feeling her heightened heartbeat as it throbbed through her pussy walls. I hoped she could feel mine through my cock. Our lives becoming as one.
I got the head in with no major trouble. Her pussy seemed to be adjusting to the feeling of having me in there, so I was able to keep going. I eased in, slowly getting my thick shaft inside her. The pace was achingly slow, but worth every moment
My pelvis pressed up against her pussy, marking the end of the line. She hadn’t even reacted when I slid inside her, no gasp or shudder or whimper of pain. She just continued to lie beneath me, dark yes looking up with absolute trust and supreme pleasure.
Withdrawing to about half-mast, I started to move, rocking my cock in and out of her freshly deflowered pussy. Her gentle hips and soft moans following each ebb and flow. Her fingers dug into my shoulders as I moved in her, as if she never wanted to let me go.
As the climax shuddered through me, my eyes opened, and I realized that I was alone on my own couch
Sleep, at least the dreaming kind, had been such a stranger, I hadn’t recognized it when it came back around. There were many who held that dreams, even wet dreams, were prophetic. A window into intent, if not the future. The fates sending directions to help things along their way. I couldn’t be sure, but also wasn’t willing to take the chance. Gambling with forces unknown rarely turned out well, and this draw to Vega surely meant something.
Chapter Five - Vega
The bacon popped and sizzled like a fireworks display. I kept a watchful eye, chrome flipper ever at the ready, as I swayed in time to some classic Django Reinhardt. The night had brought some strange and wonderful dreams, leaving me in the mood for dancing. If nothing else, it was a satisfying physical outlet for the happy feelings bubbling through me.
The heavy plate weighing on my hands, I marched the short distance back to her center of my existence. My father would have a fit. Generally, he couldn’t tell a keyboard from a keychain, but even so, he had some very specific ideas about how to conduct oneself around the computer. Like a convert to a religion who becomes more devout than those who were raised in it. Almost as though they have something to prove.
Never mind that his concerns were almost entirely economic. The price of a new computer, on the off chance anything went wrong, was really his primary motivator. I’d never really noticed it made much difference. Mostly because I didn’t actually drink around it, liquid damage being the biggest issue.
Even then though, I only had to replace the Bluetooth keyboard, not the entire system. Daddy was still getting his news from the 1980s. Much like his hair, music and fashion sense.
