2006
I did see Elise safely home that night, escorting her to her door and checking out her entire apartment to make sure everything was safe. My entire body throbbed as part of me secretly prayed she would ask me to stay, but my mind was already fixed, I wasn’t going to rush anything. I wanted to know Elise. I wanted to spend time with her, learning her heart and soul, as well as her body. I didn’t want to make her mine for just a night or two. I already felt like I wanted her for eternity. With that front of mind, I wrapped her in a tight hug before giving her a soft, slow kiss goodnight and a promise to call her the next day.
The beginning of my relationship with Elise was much like mine with Kylie, slow but with an undercurrent of thrumming need. The main difference now was we were obviously adults with our own places; we didn’t need to hold back or skulk around to find a place to be intimate. Even so, I limited myself to how far I would go with her. We’d gotten naked several times, but the furthest I’d let anything go was me going down on her until she came repeatedly on my tongue. Trust me, it was no hardship. The girl tasted like candy, and the more she gushed on my tongue, the hungrier I became.
On or about our sixth date, we were at her place, both of us naked in her bed and my face was buried in its new favorite spot. I was even more into it than ever before, just lost in her scent and flavor, letting it take over and bring out the hungry beast in me. My hair was loose because she preferred it that way.
She would spend hours just playing with it and stroking it, twisting it around her hands and letting it slide through her fingers. Those fingers were currently tangled in it as it splayed across her thighs, and she was grinding her pussy into me. When she detonated for the third time on my tongue, I climbed up her body and kissed her hungrily, sharing her taste with her, which always drove her mad. I pulled back, game to go down again before heading home, but once she finally got her breathing under control, she pulled my face down to hers until we were nose-to-nose.
“My God, Justin. If you go home one more time without fucking me, I swear I won’t be held responsible if I become violent.” She gripped my hair tightly as she sputtered, “Fuck me, Justin. Fuck me right now.”
I grinned even wider. “I’ve been taking my time with you, so you would know how into you I am and not just your body. But, I told you before, there’s probably not a thing in the world I wouldn’t do if you asked, so who am I to say no?” I teased.
The cutest little growl erupted from her throat as she moved her hands down to my ass and dug her nails in.
“Then put your cock in me right this minute. You must be past ready. I know I am and have been for at least the last three dates.”
I reached down and gripped my aching dick in my fist, unable to believe this was finally going to happen. I may have deliberately taken my time with her, but that didn’t mean it wasn’t a huge sacrifice on my end. I always went home wishing I’d thrown caution to the wind and taken her. Her begging was enough to make me break my vow, but me being me, I couldn’t help but want to make her beg just a little bit more. I began to tease her clit with the head.
“You mean right here, Angel-face?” I asked as I drew lazy circles around her swollen little bud. She groaned loudly, pressing her hips up and against me, trying to make me slide inside her.
“Almost, baby, but not quite,” she said as she pushed harder on my butt. “Lower. Lower, please!”
Just to tease her some more, I slipped my cock down, so the crown pressed against her tight little asshole.
“Do you mean here?”
“God, someday yes,” she literally whimpered as she wiggled her ass, making my head swirl around the rim, “but not now. I want to feel you inside me, filling me, so badly. Please, I need you now!” she exclaimed.
Then, to my complete shock, this tiny little woman somehow managed to wrestle me to my back, before climbing over me and sliding her sweet wetness down my rigid erection. I nearly blew right then and there as her velvety heat surrounded me. I’d never felt anyone so wet or tight on me before; not even Kylie’s nearly virgin pussy had squeezed me like Elise’s was at that minute. She dug her fingernails into my pecs and began to ride me like an expert cowgirl.
It felt like heaven, but I wasn’t one to let someone take control from me, so I gripped her hips, stilling her and began to thrust madly into her pussy. Each time my cockhead punched directly into her cervix, she cried out louder and louder, her fingernails nearly piercing my skin. The slight sting only fueled my desire to wear out that tight sleeve until it molded to fit only my cock.
Before long, I flipped her onto her back and threw her legs over my shoulders, nearly bending her in half. As I hammered away at her fast and furiously, she arched and twisted beneath me, literally screwing herself onto me. She was crazy passionate, in a way I’d never anticipated all the nights I went home and jerked off to ease the ache in my balls after sucking on her delectable clit for hours.
I’d imagined soft and slow lovemaking though that had never been my style. Something in me ached to treat Elise like the most precious of gems in the world. She was my angel, my savior from a shallow life filled with nothing but work and the random roll in the hay. I desperately wanted to show her just how much she meant to me, but here I was ramming her like a battering ram. Thank fuck, because I didn’t know if I even had it in me to have soft, slow sex.
Elise somehow reached up and pulled me in for a deep kiss. I absently marveled at her flexibility.
“Get up on all fours and bend over for me baby. I’m gonna drill this pussy from behind.” She looked at me, eyes gleaming with nothing short of pure wickedness.
“Only if you promise to pull my hair and slap my ass.”
God, I almost exploded again. My angel was anything but in the sack. I growled mightily as I withdrew and flipped her over again, pulling her hips up and pushing her head down before I impaled her. I looked down, watching myself slide into her soft warmth, amazed by the sight of her sweet, heart-shaped ass displayed so beautifully before me. I took my time sliding it in on that first stroke, prolonging the moment for myself more than her. I heard her muffled moan into the mattress, a sign of both her pleasure and need. I chuckled softly when she began to wiggle her ass, signaling to me that she was done with the slow glide.
I wrapped her long hair tightly around one fist and yanked her head back before moving with long, deep strokes, slapping her round, firm rear each time I bottomed out. I threw my head back and just let the pleasure of tearing into her wash over me, consuming my entire being: mind, body, and soul.
She had me. She had my heart locked up so tight, I never wanted to be anywhere but with her. Not just inside her, but anywhere in her company. I was so in love with her. I never thought anyone, but Kylie could occupy so much space in my heart, but Elise somehow managed to own it all.
I pushed her down until she was flat on her belly, her legs spread as far as they would go. I laid myself over her back, careful not to sink my entire weight onto her much smaller body and pulled her hair gently aside to whisper in her ear as I slowed my strokes to long languid ones.
“I own you now, Elise. One-hundred percent, whether you like it or not. This tight little body belongs to me and only me.” I punctuated every sentence with a deep hit to her cervix, driving the message home, so to speak. She began to whimper uncontrollably beneath me, or so I thought. When I looked closer, I saw the wetness on her cheeks. I had an immediate flash of panic that I’d either hurt her by being too rough or perhaps even worse that I’d scared her with my commanding words. I smoothed her hair over the back of her head and continued to whisper.
“What I’m trying to tell you is that I love you. I love you, and I’m never letting you go.”
At that, I felt her shudder hard beneath me, then the tight spasm and squeeze of her pussy as she came long and hard around me. I closed my eyes tightly in relief as my own climax consumed me. My balls were drawn up so tight, I thought they’d retreat into my body as they pumped her full of my essence. I had never known such bliss. I’d finally found my home after four years alone. A home I didn’t even know I wanted or needed.
I finally collapsed in exhaustion, but fortunately had enough presence of mind to roll to her side, rather than squish her beneath my considerably larger frame. I’d expected her to snuggle up against my chest, but to my complete surprise, she pushed me down on my back and threw herself over me. She kissed my face, lips, and neck feverishly. I couldn’t believe that after such a massive explosion between us she already wanted more. I had stamina for sure, but my Lord, I was not Superman. I was going to need at least half an hour of rest, and even that might have been too ambitious a time frame.
“Easy, little lioness,” I chuckled as I pulled her head up between my palms. “Daddy needs a minute or two to recover,” I teased before I noticed the tears were dripping full scale down her face. I immediately began to shush the sobs that were beginning to form.
“Baby, are you alright? Was I too rough after all?”
She shook her head quickly. “No, no,” she said between cute little hiccups. “I’m just happy. Beyond happy. I’m elated. I love you, too, Justin. I think I’ve loved you from the moment you sat down at the table the night I met you. I’ve been praying you felt even a smidgeon of what I’m feeling for you. You’re right. You do own me. Every single ounce of my heart, and everything that comes with it.”
I wrapped her up tight in my arms, my own eyes prickling with moisture. I wasn’t the kind of man to be easily moved to tears, quite the opposite, really. Even when I lost Kylie, and I grieved all those lonely nights, I never shed a tear. I’d felt like I wanted to, but they never came. Yet, just a few words from this wisp of a woman, and I was practically unmanned.