In invitation.
As much as I’d love to just sit and stare at her smooth, shaved pussy, that’s not going to happen right now. Using a firmfist around my cock, she pulls me forward, sliding the head of my dick across her soaking wet core. My God, she’s dripping with need, the wetness gliding down her spread thighs. I want nothing more than to lick it away, to make her come with my tongue, but not now.
Charli leans back and the head of my cock breaches her pussy.
That’s when it hits me.
“Fuck,” I mutter, placing my hands on the table and halting her forward movement.
“Yes, exactly.”
“No, I don’t have a condom.” The words barely push past my dry throat as realization sets in.
“It’s fine,” she states, sliding my cock through the wetness. “I’m on the pill.”
She lines me up at her entrance and my hips buck forward, entirely on their own.
“Charli,” I mutter, my eyes closing as the glorious sensations course through my body. “I’ve never…”
She stills as a gasp slips from her lips. “You’re a virgin?”
“What?” My eyes open and meet her wide ones. “No, I’m not a virgin. I’ve never done this without protection before.”
“Oh,” she replies, visibly relaxing. “I’m on the pill, and I haven’t been with anyone since Richard.” Her words fall off, and I almost don’t hear the tail end of her statement. Clearing her throat, she adds, “I was tested after him, after he…”
I bring my hand up and run my fingers across her soft cheek. “He’s the biggest fucking douchebag I’ve ever known.”
She lifts her chin and nods. “He is.”
“He fucked up bad,” I tell her, taking my cock from her hand and gliding it across her clit. “He’ll regret his mistake for the rest of his life, I’m certain.”
“I don’t want to talk about him,” she murmurs, licking her lips.
“Me either,” I state, slowly pushing forward. I do my best to ignore the overwhelming feel of her tight, hot pussy wrapping around me, but it’s so fucking hard.
No pun intended.
When I’m fully seated, we both pause, taking deep breaths. For me, I’m just trying not to lose it like the virgin she thought I might be. How embarrassing would that be, finally balls deep in the woman you’ve fantasized and jacked off to more times than should be legal, and you blow your load the moment you finally slide inside her body.
“Move,” Charli demands, trying to rock her hips.
“I’m giving you a second,” I tell her, not wanting to hurt her in any way.
“I don’t need a second, Quinn. I need an orgasm. Now.” Her internal muscles squeeze around me, as if letting me know it’s time to move.
And just like that, the thread of control I was hanging on to snaps. I pull back and thrust forward, slamming into her and causing the table she’s sitting on to shift backward. Grabbing the underside of it, I pull her back toward me and do it again. Her legs wrap around my waist, her heels locked at my lower back as my hips start to move.
I focus on her body, on the smooth skin, her hard nipples as her tits bounce, on the way she rolls her hips. Then, I look down between her legs. The sight of her pussy taking my cock is something I’ll never forget. Like a tattoo, this moment with her will be written on my mind forever.
She wraps her arms around my neck, as if holding on for dear life. I can feel her muscles tighten around me, and as much as I’d like to drag this moment out for hours—days, even—I know Ican’t. My balls are already tight, my spine tingling as my release builds.
But I need to get her there first.
Sliding my hand between us, I keep pumping my hips as I glide my finger across her swollen clit. Charli cries out, her eyes pinched closed tightly as I manipulate her clit. Her muscles clamp down on me, and I know she’s close too.
“Get there, Charli,” I instruct, trying to keep my motions smooth. My entire body is sweating now, a combination of the exertion and trying to hold back my release.
“So close,” she whispers. “Oh God.”
