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That dick of his could have it’s own zip code its so big, and I only feel a teensy bit hesitation before he lifts himself and starts tracing my little slippery hole that I flex, hoping he somehow knows it's winking at him.
Hesitating only because I don't want to disappoint him. I don't want him thinking I'm a crybaby or a girl who can't look after herself. But feeling the smooth, spongy soft but still crazy hard head of his member against my pussy, I think I’m already hooked.
“You’re mine now, Violet.” Vincent says, locking his eye son mine. My mouth already making an O shape as he starts to enter me. My arms cradled around his thick neck, hands already clawing into his back as he teaches me the greatest lesson of all.
I’m his but this right here? This thing is all mine now, to enjoy whenever I want. And Vincent’s sure to impress that on me, in me and for a long time once I fully relax and can take enough of him to make me see stars.
Finding a new and very special place inside me that makes both of us groan and gasp like maniacs. The effect on Vincent once he is inside me is undeniable.
That edge to his personality… That part of him I thought I'd never quite get and might even be a little afraid of?
It seems to have lifted from him in the same way I feel light as a feather and right where I belong for the first time in my life. And for a man who wanted to nut a minute ago, it’s clearer than ever once I find my feet and start to move with him that Vincent won’t pop until he’s seen me come for him again, I just know it.
“You’re a natural…” He smiles, making me try to laugh but gasp instead. The feeling of being this close to him inside and out is pure heaven. Even though I know already that I won't be able to walk tomorrow.
He’s right though, it is the most natural, beautiful feeling and I take to it like nothing else once Vincent’s spent time going slow and gentle. Making sure he’s not hurting me, only in the good kind of way.
Sensing how close I am already, Vincent lifts my legs and hooks my ankles over his broad shoulders, pumping me in and out in a way that lets him give me all of him. My hands stray to my own chest once I notice his eyes fixed on it, and I feel my eyes rolling back into my head as he starts to pound harder once I start to grip and twist my nipples for him.
It has a two fold effect though, meaning I’m moaning like a paid whore and my first climax as a non-virgin is swift. Vincent swearing under his breath as I feel him swell to an enormous size inside me.
“Jesus, Violet… Oh Jesus…”
My eyes snap open as I feel him start to pulse to orgasm inside me, unlocking my own as if his own release is the key.
I try to say his name, my mouth opening and closing. But try as I might, the only word that comes is the one I know he wants to hear.
My climax is deep, making my insides shudder and Vincent come harder and longer than I thought humanly possible.
Collapsing down on top of me until our shared ending is over, I feel a rush of emotions as well as relief.
I feel safe for the first time in my life. And for a first timer I know I needn’t look or even think about anyone else. I know Vincent feels the same when he tells me, “If you’re gonna keep calling me daddy then we’re gonna have to make me one for real.”
I feel myself tense up, suddenly aware that I’ve forgotten every lecture I've heard on safe sex and family planning. But because it’s Vincent, because of how he makes me feel. I actually feel honored that he’d say that.
“You- You mean it?” I ask, looking up at him. “You want to have a baby?”
“You’ll be having the baby, Violet. But yes! I meant it when I said you're mine… and this is a forever deal.”
My post climax afterglow takes on a new dimension at the news. And I know, of course, that if Vincent wants a baby, then I want a baby too.
I gasp at the thought, suddenly excited at the idea before he's even pulled out of me. “It would be like having a tiny version of you around!” I practically squeal, sounding more like the young girl than the fully fledged, ex-virgin and grown woman I've become tonight.
“And what if they look like you?” Vincent asks, giving me a little sidelong look.
“Oh they wont.” I remark confidently. “You’ve got genes that beat the pants of mine…”
Vincent laughs. A real laugh.
Something I've never heard or seen him do, but I guess we’ve got a lot more to learn about each other than just what we can do between the sheets. Or on top of them in this case.
Vincent leans in to kiss me, lingering long and slow. Letting me taste myself on him still. Moving his face back, he catches a stray hair of mine that tickles his nose, making him have to turn his head and sneeze after building up to it.
“Bless you!” I exclaim, noticing he's primed for another sneeze already.
I hope he's not allergic to me…
“I’ll get your handkerchief,” I volunteer. Scooting over the edge of the bed and reaching for his jacket. Still in mid-sneeze, Vincent tries to grab a hold of me for some reason.
