His hand creased my cheek as we looked into each other's eyes silently. Everything I ever wanted was right in front in me. In that moment I knew I was willing to give it all to him. I nodded my head slowly as I lowered my voice whispering into his ear. I wanted him. His bluebell eyes started to shine as his voice got deeper by my embarrassing confession. He grabbed my shoulders and wondered was it really OK. I kissed him slowly, confirming it was the right moment. The sun started to set as he slowly lifted his shirt over his head. He shifted his stance closer to my body. Lifting me off the ground, he carried me into the bedroom. Taking his dominate hand, he pinned me to the bed with a sneaky grin. Nibbling on my lower earlobe, he quietly moaned, "You're about to be mine." I feel sudden heat fill my face and my heart beating out of my chest. "Did anyone ever tell you how cute you look when you blush?" he said as he tucked my hair behind my ear. I let out a quiet giggle.
He tore open the condom with his teeth. He gazed into my eyes as he slipped it on. He pulled me into a gentle hug and reminds me I am everything he has ever wanted. "You have a wonderful body," he told me.
"I never thought so," I said as I cover my face.
He removed my hands off my eyes and said, "Babe, for once just trust in me." That was all the encouragement that I needed. I pulled on his hair and leaned in closer. Feeling his body on top on mine. Slipping off my tight blue jeans. He threw my teal lace underwear to the ground.
Then he placed his head between my legs. He could smell the sweet aroma and wanted a taste. He stuck his tongue out and started licking it, slowly up and down my smooth hairless slit, enjoying how I tasted. Gripping on the back of his head I whispered, "Don't tease me so much."
With an evil grin he responded, "Not a chance." He slowly teased up and down careful not to get me to climax just yet. Making me squirm and having me push down on his face. I was breathing really shallow and hard. He knew at any moment was my breaking point. Just when I thought I couldn’t handle anymore, he slid his tongue up to my clit and and flicked it back and forth like crazy, bringing me to the edge as I arched my back in pleasure.
He then slid his tongue down to my pussy, drinking in the juices that flew out as I came. He parted my legs on his shoulders and turned to me saying, "This is going to hurt a little at first. If you want me to stop, just say so, OK?”
I nodded slowly in reply.
I sat up on my elbows and watched as he lined his hard cock head up with my dripping pussy. He started to press deep inside as he looked deep within my eyes. He pushed through my hymen as he heard my gasp and tears started rolling down my cheeks. He stopped at this point, not wanting to hurt me too much when he had only pushed a couple of inches into me. I nodded my head slowly and replied, "I'm OK, really, keep going. I want it all in me."
He got his evil grin across his face again and whispered, "That's my girl." Gripping my hair he slowly started making his way in and out of me until we got a bit of a rhythm going. He knew that we both won't last that long, seeing how tight I was for it being my first time. He fucked me slow, then fast, then slow, alternating the speed that he is going. He felt me cum all over his cock. When I came my tight pussy contracted around his cock, squeezing it hard. This made him cum just as hard.He filled my pussy with his cum and laid on top of me. We kissed slowly as we managed to catch our breaths.
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Emily Burkard
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