When I look at this beautiful girl who stands before me, all extraneous thoughts slip away.

She’s so funny and dear. She amazes me, entertains me, melts me and makes me hard, sometimes, all at once.

And right now, all I can think about is watching her mouth fall open as I make her lips quiver and moan in pleasure.

I want to bury my face in her fragrant pussy, plunge my tongue into her pink depths and lick every drop of delicious juice her pussy creams…for me.

My cock is hard, pushing against the inside of my jeans, straining in painful anticipation.

Looking into those liquid blue eyes of hers, I wanna make them roll back in ecstasy, making her moan and shudder and cry out my name.

She’s so sweet and vulnerable. Angel! Hah! She thought Angel was another woman. Man! This stunning, gorgeous, luscious, rare girl thought I was keeping her as an option only. A plaything.

Her! An option!

I can hardly believe she’s so guileless…so naïve…about her own worth; her own desirability.

Could she really be so clueless as to how I feel about her?

Or…maybe she’s starting to understand. Right now. Tonight.

Maybe that’s why the silence between us right now feels so comfortable, yet so heavy with meaning.

So full, and alive with unspoken emotion.

Maybe she can feel it, too.

I think so. I hope so. I’m not good with words, so I gotta make her understand me with my hands, my lips and tongue, my body, my heart.

Her hands go to my face and holds it between them as she kisses me, as she devours my lips like a wild woman.

Fuck yeah! My cock’s so hard it feels like it’s about to burst through my pants.

A moan escapes me, but words…? No words come out.

What I feel right now is too deep, too profound, too… sacred to express in words.

Even if I had the words to tell her, I don’t know if I could…I don’t know if I’d dare.

I don’t know if I can make myself so vulnerable to her…yet.

Yet.

I want to but…well, it takes a lot for a man to let his guard down to a woman.

And I don’t know if women truly understand how vulnerable we men are to them…how vulnerable, how fragile, how badly and permanently broken we can be, if we give our hearts to the wrong woman.

How long it can take for a man’s heart to mend. If it ever really does.

Because the truth is, I have not given a single thought to another woman since the day I met her.

Since that day, it’s always been her. Jennifer.

Just Jennifer.

Jennifer Jane Gordon.

She’s the one.

She’s the one who brings out a bone-deep desire, no, need…need to be with her, to protect and provide for her, and to keep her by my side, safe and loved, until the day my spirit must pass from my body.

I know she’s the one because she’s all I think about. She’s all I dream about.

A future without her is not worth contemplating.

I know because I’ve tried…tried to imagine it. And it fucking hurts. It sucks! The future without Jenny is like an empty, dusty hell. Nope. No way. A future without her is no future at all.

Because…she’s the one. Finally, after all these years.

I found her.

For so many reasons, I know it. My heart knows. My soul knows. Not least, my body knows. Because the loveliness of her self, her being, her voice, her laugh, her hair, her body, her mouth, entices my manhood like no other woman I have ever met.

Right now, I can’t wait to push my aching cock into her irresistible depths, be swallowed in her tight heat, and pound her, hammer her, fuck her like an animal until tears of ecstasy flow from her eyes and she promises to be mine, forever.

Mine, to have and to hold. To love, to put my seed into and bear fruit with, however many children she wants.

I hope it’s a lot.

I need to claim her. Forever.

Mine.

I push her towards the bed and kiss those plump, ripe lips of hers back. She tastes like berries of some kind, with a faint under taste of booze. She’s not drunk, so she didn’t have much. But whatever she drank, it sure tastes good on her lips.

I kiss her again. Mmmm. Wait…. is that…cherries? Yeah, cherries.

Fucking delicious! Now, her hand is grasping my hardness and ah, god…now she’s pressing her palm against it, rubbing it firmly through my pants…sending waves of pleasure through me.

One of my hands searches for that heavenly place between her legs, and when I find it, and cup it, it’s warm and welcoming. I squeeze and rub it, pushing the length of one finger hard against the place where I know her pleasure center is hiding.

She moans, and writhes against my hand, making my cock jump.

Gently, I push her backwards, aiming towards the bed, but she resists. She holds me away from herself and falls to her knees before me, looking up at me with shining eyes.

Ahh, Jesus!

Smiling softly, eyes intent, she licks her lips as her fingers fumble with my fly.

Fuck! Does she have any idea what it does to a man, to have a beautiful woman kneel before him like this?

If I’m not careful, I’m gonna blow as soon as she touches me.

I close my eyes and stroke her hair as she pushes my pants down first, then my boxers. My dick springs free, hard, straining upwards, the tip wet with precum.

Her hand grasps my shaft firmly and squeezes, bringing an involuntary moan from my throat. My eyes close as she strokes me, stopping short of that most sensitive ridge just where my glans starts.

“Mmmm,” she whispers, and I open my eyes just in time to see the tip of her tongue peek out from between her lips and touch the very tip of my dick.

Ahhh, fuck yeah!

Now, she squirms that naughty tongue between the tiny folds of my urethra, sparking off shocks of pleasure that race down my rod and make my balls tremble. The hand she’s using to grip my shaft strokes restlessly, up and then down, up and then down, and then…on the downstroke…she envelopes the head of my cock with those ruby, cherry-tasting lips, sucking hard, tongue swirling.

“Hhhnnnngg,” comes from the depth of my lungs in a burst of air as my lips pull back from my teeth. My heart races as I struggle not to blast my load straight down her throat.

She pulls back, edging her teeth over my ridge, her tongue flicking and licking, making my balls contract and my cock swell, hardening even more in her mouth.

My hips pump helplessly, and she opens wide and takes my cock halfway down her throat, moaning so temptingly, her glorious eyes looking up in supplication, her hair so silky under my hands, her breasts and belly warm and firm against my thighs and knees.

Jesus fucking Christ I’m gonna blow her head off with my load…God damn! It feels so fucking good!

I gotta hold off though..gotta hold off so I can fuck her, worship her pussy with my cock like she deserves to be worshipped.

I put my hands on either side of her head and try to ease her away.

But one of her hands goes to my ass, leveraging herself so she can push her hot, tight mouth further down my cock, while the other hand maintains its grip on the base of my shaft. Her mouth and throat enclose my glans and the top of my rod in ecstatic sensation, while her hand strokes upwards in tandem, building intense and inescapable pleasure.

My cock surges and my balls press themselves firmly against the bottom of my shaft, my orgasm close, so close, I know I can’t hold off any longer.

Quickly, insistently, I withdraw myself from her tantalizing attentions and pull her to her feet. My cock jumps as she lets go of it, a string of precum breaking off and dangling from her mouth as she stands. Her tongue slips out and licks it up, so hot and dirty that it makes my cock spasm again.

“Goddamn! You are so fucking hot,” I mutter, and now, I’m pulling her yoga pants down with a hungry growl, followed by her panties. She’s pulling her shirt over her head at the same time, and somehow her panties tangle in her long legs as she tries to step out of them. She topples backwards onto the bed, laughing, and flashing her glistening folds, pretty in pink and begging to be fucked.

Her top and bra come all the way off, letting her bountiful tits bounce free. Smiling, she grabs them with both hands and lifts one to her mouth, letting that naughty pink tongue slip out to reach for her own nipple. Her boobs are so lush and large that she can almost reach it.

But it’s the thought that counts, and the thought that she’s doing this for me, being dirty for me, to please me, this beautiful, gorgeous, demure-in-public but dirty-for-me girl…the thought and knowledge that it’s all for me makes me crazy with lust, crazy to get at that tight slippery pussy of hers, that hot, secret place that gives us both so much pleasure and joy.

I lower myself face-first, intending to tongue-fuck, suck and lick her luscious cleft until she floods my face with her come like a typhoon in springtime.

But she has other ideas.

“No, no, c’mere…c’mere,” she whispers, her voice urgent with lust. “Yeah, I want you to fuck me, Blake,” she pants, “just fuck me as hard as you can, yes, yes…” She grabs my cock and pulls me towards her, her eyes-half closed with lust. “Fuck me, own me, make me come with that fat cock of yours.” She licks her lips and spreads her legs, plunging a finger into herself to show me how soaked she is, how bad she needs me.

I cannot believe how bad I ache for this woman.

My eyes drink in her nakedness greedily. Her breasts are soft, symmetrical globes on either side of her chest, tipped with her deep pink nipples, now pebbled and hard. Her firm, round bubble-butt adds dimension around her hips, giving her prone body such a generous, exquisite, sexy and fuckable contour, not to mention, so much fetching jiggle, I nearly come all over her belly just looking at her.

Somehow I contain it long enough to position myself between her trembling legs.

I spread her lips with the tip of my dick and then, with one swift move, I impale her.

“Uhh!” she cries, and thrusts her hips upwards to push me even further inside herself.

For a long moment, I have to close my eyes and think about work. It’s a struggle to prevent myself from ejaculating.

I can feel sweat beading on my temples.

Being inside Jenny is like sinking into a warm, pulsating, heaven.

Slowly, I get a hold of myself, edging my imminent orgasm back under my control.

Now, I push and thrust myself as far into her as I can go, barely aware that I’m grunting like a beast, my cock intent upon delivering the same intense sensory pleasure to her, that her body bestows so generously on me.

Her lips are pulled back from her teeth as I grind and hammer her, making her flesh jiggle and jump, her eyes flutter closed and her pussy tighten around my cock.

She’s about to come. I put my thumb between our bodies and find her hard little button. Spreading my hand against her belly, I press the side of her clit as I thrust, using hard, short movements that make her gasp and moan.

I grind into her, watching her face, feeling her clit throbbing under my thumb. The intimate, delicate pulsations of her tunnel shiver around and stroke my cock with exquisite sensation.

Her pussy tightens, and then loosens, and her belly flutters under my hand.

“Oh yeah, baby,” I whisper encouragingly. “Come on. Come for me, gorgeous. Come for me, yeah….yeah…”

“Uuhhh,” she moans, her voice rising, “ohhh god….uhhh…god oh god…” and now her voice is a sob, so breathy and sweet, so hot and erotic, and her channel tightens on my cock, then lets go and then tightens hard again, and again, and again, and her voice rises from a breathy whisper into a scream as I massage her pleasure centres from within and without.

“Uuhhh!!! Uhhhhh!” Yeah, oh yeah, it’s a good one, such a good one, her pussy squeezing my dick so tightly, over and over, the rocking of her hips punctuated by her sobbing cries and the raking of her fingernails on my straining ass.

And, now, finally, I let go, and my own orgasm ignites. My movements still as my load rockets upwards, an unstoppable force, tearing through my cock, blinding me with such pleasure that my eyes squeeze shut and a hoarse, primordial roar erupts from my chest like thunder.