– Harlow
I take Whitney’s kiss as a sign that she’s ready for the next round. I can’t stop looking at her naked body, and touching her soft skin.
I’m glad I accomplished my goal of making her feel so good and giving her her very first orgasm— while standing up, even. I must admit I’m very proud of myself. And now I want to take her, claim her as my own while I keep making her feel even better.
I turn her over so that she’s lying on her stomach.
“Oooh,” she says teasingly, as I run my hand down her naked back. “What a way to start out.”
“You know it,” I tell her. “I want our first time to be magical and memorable, not the traditional missionary position.”
Although I wouldn’t mind being in that position— and any and every position— with her in the future, of course. I still I have no fucking idea what’s gotten into me. I just know I want to be in her— in every way possible.
I take off my shoes, pants and underwear while I kiss her neck and then my lips make their way down to her back and her perfectly round ass. I slip on a condom as I knead her ass, which makes my dick hard as a rock.
I get onto the bed and sit behind her, pulling her ass up to my cock while her head rests on the pillow.
“You just relax and keep feeling good,” I tell her. “Let me do the work.”
I put my cock up against her pussy and I can feel it throbbing desperately for her. I might even feel embarrassed at how much I want her, if I weren’t so turned on.
I’m wishing I could feel her naked pussy on my raw cock. I have a feeling that we’ll get to that in due time, which is another sign that this could be The Real Thing. But for now, I’m wearing the condom.
I slide through her wet and welcome opening and she moans as I slip inside her. I love how she moans. Her pussy feels so warm and tight. When I’m almost all the way inside, a tiny gasp escapes her mouth.
“I’m sorry, did I hurt you?”
I pause.
“No. I mean. It’s fine. Keep going.”
I continue until I’m all the way inside her and then I gently pump while she starts moaning again. I love how tight and wet her pussy feels when my cock is all the way inside it, completely filling her up. I can’t restrain myself now, and I push in and out of her at full force.
“Yes. Harlow. Yes!”
“Whitney,” I groan. “Whitney.”
I hold onto her shoulders and then her hair. I pull her hair and she doesn’t even cry out in pain. The only sounds escaping her lips are those of pure pleasure.
“I’m coming,” she calls out, grunting in animalistic instinct. “I’m coming on your big cock.”
“Come on me,” I tell her. “Come again. All over me. Just let yourself go. Feel as good as you possibly can.”
“Mmmmm,” she moans. “Mmmmm, Harlow.”
I’m excited that I’m making her feel so good, while I myself feel good too. It seems like the perfect balance that is usually so unattainable.
I grip her hips and push myself into her further, faster, and harder. I’m panting and she’s groaning and calling out my name.
“Whitney,” I say, wanting her to know how she makes me feel. “Whitney. Whitney. Whitney.”
I feel her pussy tighten even more around my cock as her juices explode on it.
“You’re making me come. I’m coming again.”
“I’m coming too. I’m coming with you now.”
I feel the cum from my cock pulse inside her, as her pussy spasms around it. I can’t remember ever feeling so good physically and emotionally after one fuck.
It is just a fuck, right?
We collapse together on the bed, my arms wrapped around her in a cuddle.
I don’t fucking cuddle.
I also don’t usually fucking come so quickly. But I haven’t been with anyone in a while thanks to having Whitney all up in my head.
All I wanted to do was let myself go with her, physically and emotionally. I may have just give her her first—and second and third— orgasm, but she’s just given me the best orgasm I’ve ever had.
What the hell am I doing?
I hope to God that Jensen’s wrong, that this really is a real thing and that real things can actually last. Could I be fooling myself?
Hell, just a couple weeks ago I thought this “mystery woman” was my worst enemy. So, what if I really am literally sleeping with the enemy?
As I hear her breath slow down, and feel the relaxed comfort of the side of her hip in one of my hands and her soft, gorgeous brown hair in the other, I know I’m not going anywhere tonight.
If I’m sleeping with the enemy, at least we just had out-of-this-world sex, and at least I’ll have sweet dreams before I wake up to my real-life nightmare.