Her round breasts topped with high, pink nipples are fucking perfect. They’re perky and tight and all I want to do is suck them. My eyes roam down the soft pale skin of her stomach to her tiny pink pussy, spread open for me as she straddles my lap.
Cum continues to run from the tip of my cock and down my shaft. I hold the base and try to make it stop. But seeing her like this, seeing her look so perfect, has me lost.
She licks her lips and starts to reach out, but I stop her. “Please don’t, baby. Not yet. I’m not under control.”
She nods her head and kneels up on the seat, placing her opening above the tip of my cock. She puts her hands on either side of my head on the back of the bench, bracing herself as she kisses just the tip of my dick with her pussy lips. I moan loudly as I watch her glide over the head of my cock and then ease down a bit so I’m just inside her opening. Feeling her tightness squeeze just the head of my dick, I cum inside her, shooting my seed way up in her pussy. I can feel myself squirt in her, trying to get my cum as far into her little body as possible.
I’m still hard as a brick, all my cumming having had no effect. We lock eyes as she slowly slides down, taking more of me inside her. As she comes down about an inch, I feel a barrier, and she makes a hissing sound and stops.
“It’s my first time,” she whispers, looking away.
My dick grows bigger at the knowledge, and my heart nearly bursts at the confession. To think that maybe she waited on me too is almost as incredible as finding her. Almost. I would have taken her even if she’d been with a thousand men, but knowing that I’m her one and only—as she is mine—makes me want to climb Mount Everest and shout it to the world. After I make love to her, of course.
“We’ll go slow, Bunny,” is all I can manage to choke out. I want to tell her how special this moment is for me too, but all the blood that should be in my brain is in my dick. I want to tell her that I love her, and tell her about what I’ve built for her, and ask her to marry me, but all I can do is hold her. After this, I’ll be able to get my words straight. Once we are connected in the most intimate way, I’ll tell her everything. I’m just so far beyond need that I’ve lost the ability to think.
She nods, and she bounces up and down a little on the tip of my cock. My cum and her sweet cream act as lube and make my entry a little easier. After a second of just feeling the tip inside her, she takes a deep breath and drops down fully on my cock.
It’s like getting punched in the stomach but in the most beautiful way possible. Having sex with my right hand for twenty-eight years didn’t prepare me for her warm, wet heaven. I groan at the sensation, and fuck, if I don’t cum again. I rest my forehead on her chest as I grunt out my release inside her and feel her tightness grip me.
After a second, I’m under control, and I feel her arms come around me, pulling my bare chest to hers. I lean up, kissing her neck and licking the shell of her ear, and she starts to moan and move her hips a little. I feel her hard nipples scrape my chest and I want to bite them, but I don’t want to let her go. I just need this first time to be like this. To hold her, skin against skin, and be as close as possible.
I squeeze her tighter to me, and she starts to move. She grinds against the base of my cock when she comes down, rubbing her clit against me. I slide one of my hands down her back and grab one lush ass cheek while my other arm is around her back, pulling her to me. When my lips find hers, we moan together. The sensations are taking me over, and it’s as if nothing else exists, or has ever existed. It’s just me and her. It’s only ever been me and her.
When she comes down hard and grinds on me again, I feel her body stiffen and her pussy start to contract. She’s cumming on my cock, and the feeling sends me over the edge yet again. The sensation of having her in my arms and experiencing this beautiful moment together makes all the pain caused by our years apart melt away. The broken place in my heart disappears, and I’m whole. I put my hands on either side of her face as we kiss, and I feel tears on my lips. Maybe she shed some too, to help mask my own.
5
Tiffany
“This is where you live?” I take in the stark walls of the penthouse, surprised that the Blue Diamond casino’s top floor is so bare. The space isn’t typical of any casino penthouse I’ve seen, not that I’ve seen many. In Vegas they’re usually decked out to the nines, and this one feels like no one lives or even stays here.