“What?” I ask like a shy teenager. I can feel my face turning red.
“Don’t be shy, Cinderella. You are beautiful. I just want to take in every inch of you. Commit it to memory since I will be gone for a couple days.”
His finger traces along the outline of my panties, moving up my body and reaching around to unclasp my bra. His words move me. I want to cry, but not a hurt cry, or a wounded soul type thing. I want to hold on to him and never let him go. After. Three. Fucking. Days. He has turned my world upside down with a simple sentence, and I don’t fucking care anymore.
This is the closest to perfection I will ever get, and I am going to bask in every single minute of it. The bra straps slide down my arms, exposing my silicone-filled fake tits. They always seemed like an awesome idea, but being in such a real, intimate moment, I hate them. If Chrome has any kind of problem with them, I don’t know, because without skipping a beat, his hands start cherishing them.
Everything about him is so big, but my tits fit perfectly within his palms. He growls as he leans his head forward, taking my nipple into his mouth. I can feel my panties getting wet as he licks and sucks on my hard nipple before switching to the other. I moan under his touch as he continues to explore every inch of my voluminous breasts. His lips start trailing down my body, licking his way down to my waiting cunt.
His lips kiss from hip bone to hip bone, never missing a single inch of skin. His teeth bite the lace of my panties and slowly pull them down my smooth, pale legs. I lie naked in front of him. Completely exposed.
His lips brush against my clean shaved cunt as his fingers gently spread the aching lips. The air hits my clit and a shiver works through my body. His cool mouth feels exquisite on my hot pussy as he licks and teases. My body bucks off the bed as I try to hump his mouth. He sucks on my clit and I am virtually begging for him to fuck me so hard I see fucking stars. His tongue dips within my cunt and I just can’t take anymore. I let out a yelp and he backs away with a final lick.
“You are perfect.” His mouth trails lazily back up my body. I can’t help but ignore his movements and focus on his words. Perfect? No one has ever called me perfect. Ever. I have always been broken. But to him, I am perfect.
I moan under his touch. I can feel him rooting a place deep within my soul. I can feel us becoming one. It is extreme and unexpected. It is everything I never thought I could have with another person. It’s also too soon. Three days. But I can’t deny him. I can’t deny this.
He hovers above me, watching me. I can’t take it anymore. I need him in so many ways, but I just may die if he doesn’t bury his rock hard cock deep inside me. It is all I can think about. I smile and his lips part, returning the grin.
“Do you have protection?” I hate being a stickler for safe sex, but it has been instilled in me. I want nothing more than to feel him with no barriers but he is still a stranger to me. We know details, and emotional turmoil, but that’s it.
“In my pants. Hold on.”
He rises off the bed, standing tall. I take in the glorious body before me. Everything about him is perfect. Sculpted abs, gorgeous strong arms, perfect pierced cock. That’s when I notice it: a scar that sits right on his ribcage. I continue to stare while he makes his way back to the bed, laying over my body. I run my fingers down his torso, stopping as the pads of my fingers come in contact with the bumpy imperfection.
“It looks a lot worse than it was when it happened,” he offers as an explanation. I don’t want to pry. I nod and accept his answer, but he continues. “I got shot, probably about ten years ago.”
“I’m glad you are okay.”
I watch him with a lazy gaze while he rolls the latex down his cock. I stare at the piercing that has brought my cunt so much damn pleasure; I can’t wait to feel it inside me again. He positions himself at my wet pussy. I can feel the thick tip of his dick pressing against the opening as his eyes find their way up my body, stopping at my eyes. We lock stares, and he slowly starts to push inside of me. No hurry. I can feel every inch as he enters my waiting pussy.
“Mmmmm, Chrome.” I moan his name as I feel his dick bottom out inside me. His balls press firmly against my bare ass. He doesn’t move or thrust into me. He sits there for a minute, still staring into my eyes, silent. I want to say something, but no words could ever fit this moment. Our eyes dance back and forth with unspoken emotion, communicating to each other in the most intimate experience of my life.
He lets out a deep sigh and begins to thrust inside me. He pushes in and pulls out until his dick almost falls from my cunt before he presses back in with just a little more force and need than the previous pump. This goes on for what seems like forever; instead, it is only minutes.
I am panting under his sweating body, my hands exploring every rock hard inch from his ass to his smooth head. Up and down, not missing a piece of his glistening skin. He feels so good on top of me, inside me, all over me. His pace quickens, and he leans back on his muscular thighs, slightly switching positions. When he does this, his pierced dick presses against my sweet spot, and I can feel the orgasm building throughout my body. Each slide of the stud sends my body closer to my release, starting all the way at my hard nipples and rolling deep within my womb. I never thought a cock could feel this fucking good. God bless whoever pierced his dick!
His hands move from my tits, one bracing the back of my leg while the other rubs my clit. I can’t hold it back anymore. I try to, but it all just feels too fucking good. I let out a low moan as he continues to pump into me.
“Fuck! Right there, big boy. Shit! I’m gonna…” I trail off and the wave of pleasure crashes over me. My cunt sprays his dick as he slams into me one last time with his own rough release.
“Fuck, Star. Goddamn it. You feel so fucking good.” His chest heaves as he struggles to catch his breath. He slowly lowers his body onto mine, blanketing me in his warmth. He rolls to the side, pulling me with his body, but never pulling his dick from within me. We lie in bed connected like this for a while. His runs his fingers through my hair and holds me as close as our bodies can go. I feel myself starting to nod off when he shifts under me, pulling his softening cock out, and making his way for the bathroom. I really should do the same, but I don’t want to move. I just want to fall asleep.
He returns from the bathroom, minus the condom, and cleans me in the most tender way possible before he picks me up from the bed and pulls the covers back. He tucks me in. I fully expect him to get dressed and leave me for the night. Instead, still completely naked, he walks around to the other side of the bed and pulls the sheets back, joining me under the covers. He slides under the sheets and pulls me into his arms. I snuggle up to him. He is like a giant fucking teddy bear, all for my personal use.
He sprawls out on his back, and I lay my head on his chest. His arm wraps around me, and I just lie there listening to the beating of his heart. It’s something I have never done with another soul, and it comforts me. The beating of his heart lulls me to sleep.
Just as I am about to drift off, he places a kiss on my forehead and whispers into my ear,
“Goodnight, my angel.”
His fingers run through my hair one last time, his arm tightens against my naked body, and we drift off to sleep together. Wrapped in each other’s naked limbs, without a fucking care in the world.
I wake a few times throughout the night, firmly wrapped in Chrome’s arms. He never moves, never lets go, and, for the first time in my life, I feel completely safe. Safety, something I have always craved, is completely mine. The thought of him leaving tomorrow almost breaks me, but the reassurance that he will be back in a few days helps me to keep my shit together. When did I become that girl?