Pale sun streamed in through the window, waking me up only a few hours after we had finally collapsed with exhaustion. I lay there for a moment, feeling the soreness from muscles that hadn’t been used in far too long. Then, almost as if I couldn’t quite believe what I would see, I looked over to my right at the most beautiful girl in the world, lying naked in my bed.

The embers in the fireplace weren’t quite enough to cut the chill so I had covered her with a heavy quilt. The outline of her strong, lithe body was clear underneath the fabric.

Her bare shoulder peeked out from above the covers, and the sunlight caressed it with a gentle glow. Her hair was mussed, tangled, and falling around her face and shoulders in waves. Her lips were red and swollen with kisses. I remembered again how wonderful she had tasted. Without her glasses to hide her eyes, her eyelashes were incredibly long.

I rolled over as carefully as I could, trying not to disturb her, but I should have known that even as I studied her, she was studying me in her own unique way.

“I’ve been awake for a while,” she whispered, and those plump, red lips curled up into a smile. “I like waking up with you.”

“Good,” I murmured. “Cause you’ll be doing a lot more of it.”

“Really?”

“God, yeah.”

She giggled and buried her face into the quilt. I slid over and wrapped myself around her. She cuddled into me with an ease that made it feel as though we had done this a million times. My cock started to stir, but I had to tend to the fire first. Naked, I walked to the fireplace and rebuilt it. Then I went back to find her under the quilt.

“Any regrets?” I asked.

She shook her head. “Not a single one. You gave me exactly what I wanted.”

“I’ve never been … well, you know … somebody’s first.”

“Was it what you expected?” she asked shyly.

Huh. What had I expected? I gave it a few moments of thought. “No. It wasn’t. I guess I always thought a virgin would be uncertain or wouldn’t know what to do, but you … oh, honey. You’re a natural. It’s hard to imagine that no other cock has ever entered this sexy mouth. I mean, for a virgin you sure know how to give one hell of a blowjob. What I got last night was porn star quality.”

“Elaine,” she said, as if that answered everything.

“Elaine?”

“She made me practice on a condom covered banana when we were seventeen.”

“I never thought I’d see the day I was jealous of a fucking banana.”

She giggled again and buried her head against my neck so I couldn’t see her face.

“What? Don’t tell me you’re embarrassed? After that performance last night. Really?” Women were such funny little creatures. I would never understand them if I lived to a hundred.

“It’s one thing to do it and quite another to talk about it,” she said primly.

“Hmm … yes,” I teased. “As I recall now, you had no problem doing it. Why you were all over me. Taking advantage of me, really. I mean, even if I had wanted to resist, you were right there on top of me just slamming me into the floor, making sure you got exactly what you wanted. I-”

“Oh, stop being so mean,” she laughed.

I laughed along with her. “It’s true! I was quite helpless. You were on me like jelly on peanut butter.”

Her cheeks became rosy. God, she was so pretty I wanted to lock her up in my house and never let her out.

“Like milk on cereal, your hands and mouth were everywhere,” I added, just to see more color flood into her cheeks.

“Stop it,” she begged.

I took pity on her. “Oh, babe. You were absolutely amazing last night. Don’t you dare be embarrassed about it. I loved it that you were bold and honest and … so … lusty.”

“You’re doing it again,” she complained.

I chuckled and caressed her smooth stomach. “All right I’ll stop. Are you hungry?”

“I’m starving. Are you?”

“Hell yes,” I said, boosting myself up above her. I whipped away the quilt and looked down at my property. Underneath me her legs spread out invitingly. “My, my, look at all this cream. Is it all for me?”

“You’re going to eat me again?” she asked shyly.

“Of course. Let me show you just how hungry I am,” I growled.

She gave me a dazzling smile and whispered, “Please do.”

I reached my hands under her legs and brought them over my shoulders, lifting those bewitching hips right off the bed, and placing my mouth exactly where I wanted it. I blew directly into her little quivering hole, and she squirmed and leaked more thick juice.

“Morning pussy. My favorite,” I said, and clamped my mouth over her twitching sex. She grabbed my head and ground my lips into her lovely pussy. I sucked on the engorged clit until it was double the size it was last night. Then, when I had kept her on the edge for so long, she jerked desperately into my mouth.

I bit her clit lightly, and she wrapped her legs around my neck in a vice grip and succumbed to a tremendous screaming climax, gushing sweet fluid into my mouth, over my face, and down my neck.

I grabbed her bottom and kept sucking and licking her pussy, forcing her to cum again. And again. She was begging me to stop as yet another orgasm ripped through her.

By the time I lowered her shaky body down my face and hair were soaked with her juices, and her pussy was swollen and red.

“From now on only I make you cum,” I said.

She nodded silently.

“Do you want to sleep for a while”

“I want to drink you the way you drink me,” she said breathlessly.

“You want my cum?”

“Yes.”

“All right,” I said.