Tonight, I’ll make her fantasies come true.
“Fuck, Daisy, just you being here makes me feel good.”
Placing my lips on hers, I give her a long overdue kiss. One that I hope curls her toes and makes her weak in the knees. My tongue dips into her mouth, slow and languid, setting a sweet and steady pace. My hand cups her cheek while the other massages her breast. Our lips move against each other while our tongues meet in unison. The heat inside me starts to build as I pull her flush to my body.
Daisy’s hands roam over my body, from my hair, to my cheeks, chest, and finally resting one on my dick, returning the attention she was giving him moments ago. As much as I want her to keep going, I want her naked and lain out on my bed. Dropping to my knees, I kiss along the waistband of her shorts before unbuttoning them and sliding them down her legs. She steps out, placing her hands on my shoulders to keep steady. I pull off each of her flip-flops and toss them into a pile near where I threw her shorts.
I nip at her skin near her panties before hooking my fingers into the sides to bring them down her legs. When she lifts her leg to step out, I hook her leg over my shoulder.
“Can I kiss you here?” I ask as I run my finger over her clit and into the chasm that will certainly be my death. Her head falls back as I pump in and out of her. She doesn’t answer and maybe that should be a sign that she does want my mouth on her. If the moaning that’s coming from her or the rocking of her hips as she rubs herself against my hand is any indication, I don’t think she’ll care.
I pick her up, putting her other leg on my shoulder so her pussy is right where I need it. I don’t wait as I dive right in. Lapping between her lips and up to her clit, I suck gently before doing it again. Daisy grips my hair, pulling handfuls that hurt like a motherfucker, but I love it. I welcome it. The moment my tongue plunges into her pussy, I’m gone.
Carrying her over to my bed, I set her down roughly. She bounces and all that does is give me more of her sweet taste. I palm my cock to ease some of the tension and silently tell him to calm down because he’ll get his time soon.
“I could do this every day,” I say against her skin as I insert two fingers into her. She’s tight and I’m afraid I’m going to hurt her.
“This… this…” her hips start rocking and her hands dig into the blanket. Keeping my fingers pumping I suck on her clit, watching her body get worked into a frenzy by me this time and not from her own doing.
As much as it pains me, I move away from her and head to my nightstand, pulling open the drawer and grabbing a condom. One look from her and I’m on top, mouth-to-mouth, chest-to-chest with my cock nestled between us. My hand ghosts down her chest, over her breast until my mouth can follow. Her nipples are peaked and I bite gently, pulling one into my mouth. Her back arches, pushing her breasts into my face.
“Ethan…”
“Yeah, Baby?”
I sit back and push her knees wide, spreading her before me. Even my wide frame is going to stretch her and hurt. Running my finger down her slit, she’s flush and eager when she pushes her hips toward me. Ripping open the condom packet, I pull out the rubber that’s going to keep us both safe even though I look forward to the day when I can feel her bare.
The moment I grip my dick, I hiss. I’m sensitive and throbbing. I never take my eyes off of Daisy’s as I roll the condom on. I want to see her eyes. I want the acknowledgement in her face of what we’re about to do. My hand trails up her hip, gripping her lightly.
“I’ll go slow.”
“I’m not afraid,” she tells me with confidence.
Centering myself, I nudge her core, pulling away quickly.
“You okay?”
She nods and bucks her hips, asking for more.
“Fuck, you’re going to kill me tonight.”
And probably the next night as well; I have a feeling Daisy is going to destroy me.
“Ethan, please,” she begs me. The desire is there in her voice. She wants this as much as I do and I’m going to give it to her.
Inching forward, I ready my cock and slowly push into her. Her legs start to close and her eyes widen.
“I’m sorry,” I say, leaning forward and kissing her tears away. “Do you want me to stop?”
“No, I want this,” she says, closing her eyes.
“Look at me, Daisy.” Her green eyes glisten, her eyelids almost shut as I move further into her. For every quarter of an inch, I pull out and start over, helping her body adjust. By the time I’m fully sheathed, I’m about to lose my shit. She’s so fucking tight that she’s squeezing the hell out of my dick. Pulling fully out, I enter her again, this time a little faster.
Hovering over her, I kiss her deeply; swallowing her sweet mewls as her fingernails dig into my back. It only takes a few thrusts until she’s into it, bringing her hips to meet mine. I’m fucking drunk off her and feel delirious. I know this one time won’t be enough. I brush my lips against hers as we find a rhythm that works for us.
“Watch us,” I tell her as I sit back on my haunches and pull her hips to meet my thrusts. “I’ve had dreams about this.” My thumb brushes against her clit hoping to give her an orgasm even though I know it’s unlikely because it’s her first time, but that doesn’t stop her walls from squeezing me even tighter.
I moan and move faster, falling on top of her. My hips buck as I capture her mouth and empty into the condom. I jerk a few times riding out the aftershocks of finally getting the release I’ve been waiting for.
Rolling over, I pull out and bring her into my arms. I know what just took place and try not to freak her out by removing the condom and tossing it on my bedroom floor. I kiss her sweat-laden forehead and run my fingers gently over her arm.
“I think you’re going to be sore.” I’m only guessing. I don’t make it a habit of popping cherries so I’m not entirely sure.
“It’ll be worth it.”
Moving to my side, I adjust the way we’re lying. I push a few pieces of hair behind her ear and kiss her.
“Can we do that again?” she asks when I pull away. A shit-eating grin takes over my face as I nod like the eager horny guy that I am.
“I have a feeling I’ll never say no to you, Daisy.” Grabbing her hips, I pull her on top of me, setting her right on my semi. The little minx rubs herself on my dick, waking him up. I have a feeling that tonight is going to be a long one, a fact that I welcome wholeheartedly.
It’s after one in the afternoon when I finally roll out of bed and flex my aching muscles. As soon as my feet touch the floor, memories of last night and this morning come rushing back. Daisy’s clothes are strewn all over my room. I thought I had put most of them in the same place, apparently not. The bed shifts behind me and small hands wrap around my waist.
“I think you missed school,” I tell her as I weave my fingers with hers.
“I have finals this week so my schedule is sporadic.”
I turn and face her. Her beautiful breasts, marked with small bruises from where my fingers dug into them, are on full display. Even though this is all new to her, I encouraged her to ride me, and she did, coming all over my cock for the first time. It was a glorious sight watching her breasts as they bounced up and down while she took my dick deep inside of her. Of course, seeing her let go of her inhibitions was the sexiest thing I’ve ever witnessed. Sex is by far the most natural experience our body goes through. No one needs lessons if you listen to what your body wants and set your mind free.
Lying back down, I use her hip as my pillow and rub my fingertips along her bare stomach. She threads her fingers through my mop top, which is in need of a haircut. No words are spoken, just simple touches. I should be the girl I’ve become and ask her what all of this means. Surely, for her, considering what she just gave me, it means we’re together. I don’t want to assume, though, or come off as too eager. Again with the labels and the branding that society requires you conform to. For all I know, Daisy wants to just be and not have to answer whether or not she’s my girlfriend. As far as I’m concerned, she is.