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And he’s definitely proven that there’s no other man for the job.
His jeans fall and he steps out of them, and now he’s good and properly naked, as I am. His cock throbs my way, looking like everything I’ve ever wanted out of one. I may be a virgin, yes, but it doesn’t mean I’m entirely naive. I know what a man has down there, and how the whole ‘insert tab A into slot B’ thing works. I’ve salivated at the thought, and couldn’t wait for the right man to show me everything.
And here he is, standing right in front of me with a rock-hard cock, ready and willing.
Cash climbs onto me, and we share another wonderful, if ever so brief kiss. “I’m just so absolutely overwhelmed with how sweet and beautiful you are, Cassidy. You’re everything I’ve ever wanted in a woman, and I almost missed you for another night of eating pizza at home and being bored.”
“Call it fate, if you believe in such things.”
“I really didn’t think I did, but girl, you got a way of changing the world for me.”
I can feel his cock throb against my thigh, so ready to thrust into me and claim me. And I’m so ready to let him. “Do it. Take me, cowboy. Like a stallion taking his mare.”
He laughs, shaking his head. “I think we’d need to get into a slightly racier position for that.”
“Just fuck me, you big goofball.”
He growls, steals another quick kiss, and proceeds to do just that.
His cock tickles my pussy lips ever so briefly as they part for him and he starts to push himself inside of me, and God, it’s so fucking incredible.
The sensation is a bit strange as I take him in, but I’m so hot and ready for him, any discomfort is easily conquered by the sheer and immense desire I’m feeling for him, the need for him to fuck me, the need for his cock.
When all of him is inside me I gasp for him, and he keeps a gentle eye on me. He worries for me, even as I assure him it’s unnecessary.
I buck into him a bit to encourage him, letting him know that I’m more than ready and willing to be his, for him to take me as hard as he can. I’m not a virgin anymore. In fact, I’m so ready to leave that word in the past and become his little slut – his alone.
He gives me what I want. He thrusts into me, making me sing for him as I cry out in bliss with each and every stroke. My arms cross around his back, the more fervent thrusts breaking my hold as I desperately hang on to him, my nails dragging across his flesh. It’s not pain for him though, it’s only encouragement. He wants to fuck me so hard, so fast that I lose control. That I give myself entirely to him.
Every thrust drives that point home. Now that he’s sure I can endure everything he gives me, his pace is strong and steady, and the friction and rhythm between us is so incredible. The pleasure that came from his tongue only moments ago seem so minor in comparison to everything that I’m feeling with his cock inside me. While the previous was so sweet and wonderful, this? This is how it’s meant to be. Man and woman, entwined, primally fucking one another like the animals they truly are, their intense bond growing stronger by the moment.
He takes me deeper, his arms scooping up behind my knees and pinning me down as he damn near tries to impale me on his cock. I’m slamming myself into him with what little wiggle room I have, but my strength is being drained every time I sing his praises and the chaotic blissful energy inside of me surges.
It’s not much longer before I can’t resist the urge to come. I’m singing for him. I’m screaming for him. I’m so fucking lost in the moment. Every nerve inside me is blissfully pounding with ecstatic orgasm, and I’m screaming so loud that I’m pretty sure the entire town of Burly is able to hear me.
But I don’t care. I’m over the moon with lust and love for Cash. He’s everything I want in a man, and delivering in ways I never thought possible.
And I’m everything he wants in a woman. A perfect match. I’m not surprised when even in the ravages of my own bliss, I feel him groan, shudder. I feel him pour his love inside of me, all of it a product of our efforts. The consequences of our efforts. But I’m too lost to my own hedonism to even consider that.
Soon, he collapses beside me on the bed. Cradling me romantically in his arms, our naked bodies still entwined, he exhaustedly places a kiss on my cheek.
He’s dozing off. Exhausted from the effort.
I know the cliche. I always thought it was a bit silly, but for everything Cash did to me?
Fuck, does the man deserve it.
I’m exhausted too, after all. And I can think of no place better to fall asleep than in his arms.
Clarity comes my way as I drift off, if only slowly. But enough of it to raise questions. Worrying ones.
What are we to each other?
We barely know one another. We had a single date, one we fucked on no less.
But it feels like there’s so much more than that between us.
Ugh, I hate this feeling. The confusion. The doubt.
