Lexi could not handle that. And to be honest, that's not what I wanted to do anyway.
I did want to drive forward and fuck her slowly until the sun came up. Fuck Hawaii. We could stay on the plane. Like this. I could spend the whole weekend balls deep inside her.
Except I wasn't balls deep. And from the tight fit, I wasn't sure I ever would be. Never had I felt something so exquisitely tight on my cock.
I stared down at the beautiful woman underneath me. Her eyes were closed. Her lips parted. Her cheeks flushed. Her hair was a mess. She looked hot,. Mega hot. I couldn't wait to make her even messier.
"Lexi, am I hurting you?"
She opened her eyes.
"No."
I groaned and eased forward a bit.
"What about now? Does it hurt?"
Her eyes were wide.
"No. It just feels... oh... it feels full."
I tried to smile but it came out as a grimace.
"I'm trying to go slow-oh fuck Lexi you feel so good!"
My hips twitched again and I drove forward a bit. It was completely involuntary. I grunted with the effort of not moving.
Dear God, I wanted to fuck this woman straight into next Tuesday.
"It's okay... you can..."
She clenched down on me, little fluttering aftershocks from her orgasm massaging my cock deliciously. That was it. I lost control.
To hell with it.
I didn't go as deep as I wanted to. But I did start to fuck her. Each circle of my hips brought me inside a little further. Each time I pulled part way out, I hated it. The entire length of my cock wanted nothing but to be back inside her.
As deep as it could go.
Nice and slow, Trent. Don't fuck the girl like a rag doll. I closed my eyes, focusing on what I was doing. Long slow strokes.
Not too deep.
Not too hard.
Something crazy was happening to me. My balls were tingling. My whole spine was sending spirals of pleasure to every inch of my body.
I was going to cum.
I had been fucking this girl for less than a few minutes and I was going to cum. That had never happened to me before. My whole body was lit up.
Lexi was going to make me cum. Way too fast. Fuck me, this was a first.
I stopped, bracing myself on my forearms.
"Lexi..."
"Don't stop Trent. Oh God, please don't stop!"
With a groan I plunged into her, deeper this time. I lost my tempo as I felt her cuming around my shaft. It felt like nothing I had ever felt before.
It felt like fucking heaven.
My cock starting to swell and ripple with the wave of cum that was about to rip through it. I started bucking my hips, completely out of control as my seed exploded from my cock with the force of a nuclear fucking missile.
On and on it went. I had no control over myself at all as load after load spurted deep inside her.
I finally slowed, but she was still vibrating on my cock. I stayed still, waiting for her shivering to subside. Then gently, I reached down and pulled myself free of her.
I'd never finished inside anyone. It certainly added a lot to the experience. But that wasn't the only thing that was different.
No, that was one thousand percent Lexi.
I rolled over, cradling her on top of my chest.
With her, it had been a whole body trip. Not just cock and *. Or cock and ass. Or whatever and whatever. I'd made love to her with every inch of myself, body and soul. And she had given that to me too.
I kissed her temple, my arms holding her tightly against me.
I knew I was never, ever going to be able to let her go.
Lexi
I was still blushing as Trent poured me a fresh glass of champagne. I was dressed again, minus my panties. Trent had left his shirt unbuttoned. I didn't mind. The view was... very nice.
We were nibbling on cheese and talking. I'd explained about Char, just a little bit. His eyes had been sympathetic, not judgmental. We talked about my parents and the rest of my family.
I noticed he didn't say anything about his.
He did talk about his dogs a lot however. All strays. Apparently, he had a thing for taking them in. He had three at the moment, but planned to get more. He said something about 'having the space.'
"I'm in the hills. On the rare smog free day you can see all of Los Angeles. All the way to the sea."
"That sounds beautiful. I've lived in the same house all my life."
"But you love it there right? Lots of happy memories?"
I gave him a look.
"Not all memories are happy, believe me."
He tilted his head, waiting. He was a good listener. At first I'd thought he was all ego. Most hot guys were. And Trent was way more than hot.
He was fucking perfect looking.
But he was kind too, I was discovering. And extravagant. And a very, very generous lover.
He fed me another piece of cheese and I nipped at his fingers.
"Are you sore?"
I blushed.
"No, I feel fine thank you."
He pretended to be offended.
"Fine?"
"Better than fine. Amazing."
His hands stroked my arms softly, sending goosebumps up and down my skin.
"That's more like it."
He leaned forward, kissing the sensitive part of my neck.
"Oh... what are you doing?"
"Well, we don't land for at least another hour or two."