Jon
Every bit of Jon’s restraint snapped the second Camille uttered those words. Every moment he held himself back, for almost a month. Every morning he woke up with her warm, sweet body pressed against his. Every glimpse of her skin in those tiny outfits she wore. They all poured out of his body in the form of the most earth scorching kiss he’d ever experienced in his forty-five years. If he was a better man he would have been able to keep up the resistance to this invisible connection between them. But apparently he wasn’t a very good man. She didn’t seem to mind though. Well, she was about to get her way. There was no holding himself back anymore.
Camille’s soft lips welcomed his mouth, parting for his tongue, without hesitation. One moment she was straddled across his lap, and in the next moment Jon had her back pinned to the couch as he devoured her mouth with an urgency that should have scared her. But instead of fear, she only showed him passion, matching every swipe of his tongue with one of her own. Wild moans slipped up her throat, and he swallowed each one, wanting to consume every bit of her pleasure.
He pushed his straining cock against the cradle of her thighs, her gasp ramping up his desire even more. “Is that what you’ve wanted all this time, sweetheart? My cock pressed against you needy pussy?”
Their lips never parted, speaking the words in the midst of their heated kiss. “Yes, but I need more. So much more.”
“Fuck, I’m going to give you everything.” Jon sat back onto his knees between her widespread legs. The dress she wore now shoved up around her waist, revealed her naked pussy glistening and pink on display for his enjoyment. “Did you put this little dress on with no panties to tempt me?”
“Not to tempt you. To make it easier when we finally got here.” She whimpered and writhed beneath him, her need making itself known in every sound and movement. “Please, Jon.”
“Don’t worry. I’ll take care of you.” Damn did he mean those words with every fiber in his being. Cami was right of course, she saved herself. But Jon had been there to help her heal, to take care of her, and he decided right then he always would.
Jon slid down her body, his legs hanging off the couch, his shoulders pressing her thighs open even more, and he just looked for a little while. He traced every fold with his fingers, memorized the only pussy that he would ever see for the rest of his days. Every soft touch of his finger tip against her sensitive flesh made Camille jump as if touched by a live wire.
“Oh God Jon, I need more, please, please, please.” Her head thrashed back and forth on the arm of the couch, her chest rising and falling violently.
Pulling her pussy lips open with this thumbs, Jon groaned at the sight before him. Her tiny clit was a hard nub straining for his touch, her tight hole shimmered with the product of her arousal. “Perfect.”
With one long swipe of his tongue from her opening to her clit, Camille’s body shot off the couch and she wailed in ecstasy. Jon gripped her hips and held her there as he circled around her sensitive button, then down around her hole, making a figure eight pattern around and around, but not quite touching where she needed. Not yet. He wanted to build her up first, she’d driven him mad for weeks, now it was his turn.
Every sound spilling from her mouth had Jon on the edge of his own control, though. Twenty-five years as a cop hadn’t been for nothing though. He knew a little something about willpower and restraint.
Camille’s tiny hand snaked down to grip his hair, pulling his face harder against her core. Fuck that was hot. Her juices poured out of her and he licked them up as fast as he could, spreading them up over her clit, before swooping down for more. She tasted sweet and tangy, like grapefruit picked straight from the tree.
As amazing as having his face buried in Camille’s pussy was, the couch didn’t afford them much room. This would be their first time together, they needed room for all he had planned on doing to her body.
Camille whined as he drew back and stood to his full height. “Please, no, don’t stop, I was so close. You’re not even that old.”
Jon couldn’t help but laugh, he was totally gone for this girl. “Fuck the age difference. I’m not stopping. Not ever. I am taking you to a bed, however, so I can feast on you properly.”
Leaning down, Jon swung Camille up over his shoulder and stalked toward the master bedroom. Since her dress was still rucked up around her waist, it put her delectable ass right next to his face. He ran the hand not holding her steady along that sinfully hot curve, and Camille moaned behind him.
“You like that, sweetheart?” He gave her ass a little slap, nothing hard, just enough to make it wiggle in his face. “Answer me.”
“Yes, I love everything you do to me.”
“I’ve barely even gotten started, Cami. Just wait.” He slipped his fingers through her slippery folds, exposed in her position over his shoulder. Her moans grew desperate and she writhed against him. Thankfully it was a short walk to the bedroom, and Jon threw her down on the thick mattress, her legs dangling over the side. “Take that dress off before I rip it off you.”
Complying, Camille sat up long enough to whip the flimsy cotton over her head and to the floor. “You next. I want to see you.”
Not one to disobey an order, Jon gripped the shirt behind his neck and pulled it off.
“Fuck. That is the sexiest thing ever. How do men make that move look so fucking hot?” Camille was practically panting on the bed before him, her legs spread, perky tits on display. He needed to get his mouth on every part of her. “Pants too, Chief. I need to see what’s been poking me in the hip every morning for the past three weeks.”
“Sorry, sweetheart, but that one I’m going to have to wait on. If I unleash this monster right now I won’t be able to hold myself back. I’m not ready for him to be in control yet.” It was the truth. If he uncaged his cock right now he’d be slamming it into her within moments. And she deserved more than that.
Jon didn’t give her a chance to respond before falling to his knees and hooking her legs over his shoulders. He needed his face buried in the promised land more than he needed air to breathe. No teasing this time, Jon went straight for the kill, flicking his tongue over her swollen little clit, gently pressing one finger into her tight opening.
“Jesus, you’re so tight, Cami. We’re going to have to take it real slow when you take me inside you. I don’t want to hurt you baby.” Cami may not have heard him with all the moaning and writhing on the bed she was doing. Not that it mattered, Jon would do anything to spare Cami pain, including working her with his fingers and mouth until her body became relaxed and compliant enough to take his wide dick.
As he flicked her clit with his tongue, he slowly slid his finger in and out of her pussy, making sure to curl it up so he brushed that ridged patch of nerves guaranteed to send her sky rocketing to pleasure. Her juices were flowing now, easing the way for his ministrations, so he added another finger.
The extra intrusion had her gripping his hair tightly, shoving his face even harder against her folds. Jon moved his hand faster, and sucked on her clit, and like the sun breaking through the clouds, Cami’s orgasm burst from her lighting his entire word on fire. Nothing would ever be the same now that he had experienced that moment of pure unfiltered ecstasy, even if it wasn’t technically his own.
His cock was so fucking hard, he couldn’t help but rock against the bed, slowly dry humping the mattress to the point he thought he might make a mess of things and come all over himself. Like a fucking teenager.
Cami slowly came down from her high, but Jon kept going, licking, sucking, and fingering her to a second, and third orgasm.
“Please, Jon, need you inside.” Tears stream from the corners of her eyes to pool on the sheets below, every tear wrung from her pleasure.
He couldn’t deny her, Jon stood, shedding his jeans and boxers on the floor before crawling over her limp body. Just as his length slid against her warm, soaked center, a terrible thought pushed into his mind.
“Fuck!” He lowered his forehead to press against hers, regret and frustration building to a crescendo inside him.
“What’s wrong, please Jon, whatever it is forget it and get inside me. Please.” Hearing her beg nearly killed him, he wanted inside more than literally anything on the planet.
“I don’t have condoms. I didn’t bring any, and something is telling me my niece didn’t pack them either.” Figures. The meddling girl he loved like a daughter would purposely tempt him with the tiny outfits she bought for Cami, then not pack the condoms that would be necessary once he inevitably broke.
Cami’s hips rocked back and forth over his cock, her panting increasing until he thought she could orgasm from this not-so-dry humping alone. “It’s okay, I don’t mind. The timing in my cycle would be all wrong for something to happen. And you can come on my stomach. Mark me with your seed all over my skin.”
For some reason that thought both turned him on even more, and made him want to beat his chest and tell her the only place he’d be putting his seed was deep inside her body where it could take root. But he wouldn’t do that to her, not yet at least. Cami had just survived some of the most traumatic things a person can live through, she didn’t need to be pregnant with an old man’s baby now.
“Are you sure, Cami? The thought of having my cum soaked into this soft skin makes me even harder than I thought I could ever be. But if you have any doubts, I’d rather we wait until I can go back into town to buy condoms.” He ran the backs of his fingers down her soft cheek, searching deep into her eyes for the truth of what she wanted. “I can fuck you with my mouth until you pass out, we don’t need to do this right this minute.” The lie tasted sour on his tongue. Yes, he would happily feast on her pussy until the pleasure made her black out, but he also felt as if his whole world would end if he didn’t bury himself deep inside her in the next sixty seconds.
“Fuck that, I need you now, Jon. This is the most amazing I’ve felt in years. I don’t want it to end yet, I never want it to end. I want you to shove that huge cock of yours so deep inside me I’ll feel it until I take my final breath.” She moved her hips again in a way that magically lined the head of his dick up with her tight opening. “And then I’ll need you to do it again in a few hours. And again every day for the rest of our lives.”
How could any man deny such a heartfelt and fucking sexy request. “Thank god, I fucking need you, too. But I want to watch the first time I enter this pretty little cunt.” He pulsed his hips just enough to spread her lips and dip the tip of his cock into her well. Before he lost control, Jon settled back so that his butt rested against his heels. He gripped Cami’s hips, now lush after weeks of feeding her like the queen she was, and dragged her up until her ass rested on his thighs. Getting the idea, Cami planted her feet on the mattress and pushed up slightly so their bodies aligned perfectly.
“I know I said I’d take this slow, but I don’t know if I can. I want to pound into you hard and fast right now.”
“Yes, that. Do that. Fuck slow.” Her pussy glistened with new juices and he couldn’t wait anymore.
Tightening his hold on her hips, he pulled her toward him and snapped his hips forward in one sharp, synchronized movement. A myriad of sensations overwhelmed him, shocking him into silence. But Cami was anything but silent, she screamed, part pain, part pleasure. Her walls were so tight they strangled his cock and he knew he couldn’t pull back or he might not be able to get back in.
He’d never taken a woman’s virginity before, his first time had been with a woman in his neighborhood with a known preference for younger men. But just as he had thrust inside Cami’s delicate body, he felt an unexpectant resistance before slamming home. And he knew, without a single hesitation that he had just been hers.
“Why didn’t you tell me, Cami?” His heart ached knowing he had just hurt her, he had vowed never to do that. Guilt overwhelmed him because on some level he loved that he had been the one to do it though. Because it meant that she would never be with another man in her lifetime.
He had been the first, and he would be the last.