Chapter 18
Chapter Eighteen
Henry
Three days pass.
We can’t keep our hands off each other. I don’t tell her no, but I keep dodging her question. When will I take her virginity?
Part of me doesn’t want to do it. Not before she moves into her dorm. Maybe if she still feels this way later in the fall or over Christmas break. I could book us a cabin in the mountains and make love to her in front of a roaring fireplace.
When she’s sure.
When she’s ready.
But every day, she shows me over and over that she is both sure and ready now.
It’s a pair of sweatpants that does it, in the end. We’re doing laundry, so she’s wearing a skimpy little tank top and a pair of baggy sweats, everything else in the washer or the dryer. She dances around the apartment, putting away towels and folding my T-shirts in a way she saw on Netflix.
And I’m struck with the fact that I’m a complete and fucking idiot. Too tangled up in our age difference to realize that right in front of me is a person who makes me so fucking happy it hurts. I’ve been holding myself back. Depriving us both of a deeper connection when time is running out.
My pulse is pounding as I grab a strip of condoms from the box I bought a while ago—just in case—and prowl toward her.
She spins around, a delighted look settling on her face when she realizes I’m coming in for a hug.
“Hello.” She makes a pleased sound as I kiss her.
She smells like fresh laundry and tastes like innocence about to be violated. If I ever had a favorite flavor before, it’s now been replaced with this.
“What happened to doing laundry?”
“We’re taking a break so I can show you how beautiful I think you are.” I cup her breasts through the thin tank, playing with her nipples as I kiss her neck.
Mauling her, basically. Fuck, I can’t stop now.
“Henry?”
“I’m sorry I made you wait so long.”
“Are you— Are we?” She squeals in delight as I strip off her shirt. “You’re ready?”
“I think that’s supposed to be my question for you.” I catch her mouth as she climbs into my arms, naked now, sweatpants on the floor. We kiss like we’re on fire, and it feels so right I can’t even hold on to the pang of regret I feel. It’s there, and then it’s gone, replaced by certainty and need.
We’re both ready.
I carry her into the bedroom, and she stands on the bed as she helps me out of my shirt, and I lose my pants. I cannot get naked fast enough for my eager minx, and as soon as I am, she sprawls out on her back with an inviting look on her face.
After dropping the condom strip on the bed, I put my hands on her knees, guiding her legs to fold up, then out. Her sexy-as-fuck pussy with its sparse regrowth of soft, dark hair blooms for me. Pink and wet, shiny and swollen.
Ready for my cock, I know that, but I’m still nervous.
Not nervous enough to stop, though. And not nearly as nervous as I am equally confident that this is going to be fucking amazing for her.
I may not have done this a lot in my life because, deep down, I was waiting for her, but the few times I’ve practiced, I’ve learned things.
We’ll both learn more tonight.
My hands are huge against her thighs, my fingers easily spanning most of her flesh. I love the difference there, how little she is in contrast to my big, brutish size.
It’s a reminder that I need to be gentle, no matter how much she thinks she wants what is about to happen.
My cock is dripping at the tip, wet enough to leave a smear against the inside of her thigh as I tease her with my fingers first. She takes the first one with ease and only has a little groan when I give her a second one.
But the third makes her pant, and her forehead pinches.
And yes, my cock likes that, a bit too much.
I’m only going to take a girl’s virginity once in my whole life. I’m going to fucking enjoy it, her ripe, untouched cunt making room for me for the first time.
But despite the way her body reacts to the intrusion of my fingers, Summer knows what she wants. She gets her hand on my erection and tries to pull it toward her pussy.
I pin her down the way she likes and give her a stern growl. “We need a condom.”
She pouts and rubs the dripping tip of my cock against her clit. “Are you sure?”
I grunt.
But I still grab the first condom and roll it on. The slick, lubricated protection helps when I notch my cock against her tiny slit. I’ve dreamed of this moment, worried that it would hurt her too much, or be too hard for me to push into her. . . and it’s not.
She’s fucking tight, don’t get me wrong.
But as big as my fucking cock is and getting bigger by the second as I press into her, the lube and her own arousal ease the way.
She cries out, her eyes going impossibly wide as she takes me for the first time. I don’t know if it’s oh or ow, but before I can stop, she’s smiling, tossing her head back.
I’m two inches in, then three. My fat dick is bulging at the base, her pussy stretching wide around it, and there’s still so much more for her take, but it feels fucking incredible.
Never had anything like it. A first for both of us, and my balls start pulsing. I ease back, knowing I’m going to blow my load in her in a hot fucking second if I don’t slow my roll.
“No, no, no, don’t stop,” she pants.
“Just spreading your sweet juices up my cock, baby.”
She turns pink, and now the shoe is on the other foot. Finally, it’s Daddy’s turn to make her blush, my hedonistic sex baby.
I pump my hips twice, going in further than before on the third thrust. She cries out again but immediately begs me to keep going.
“It hurts so good.” Her voice is breathy and full of wonder. “Henry, you’re inside me.”
I pin her down and do it again. I find a good angle for leverage so I can keep touching her because I can’t keep my hands off her.
Her thigh, her knee, her calf. Her thin little ankle, flexing in my grip as I thrust my hips, finding all the ways to make her eyes go wide and her mouth fall open in that gorgeous, silent gasp.
There.
That’s the spot. That’s the secret I’ve been keeping from her because I knew once we did this, we would never stop.
Now she knows how good Daddy’s cock feels buried deep in her little pussy.
And that’s all it takes, that filthy thought, and I fall on her, gathering her in my arms.
She clings to me as we move as one, slow and intimate.
“Touch yourself.” My voice is a low murmur between us, a private guide. “You might not get there from my cock alone. I want to see your fingers on that pretty clit. Show me what feels nice.”
“You feel nice,” she pants, but she slides her hand down her body all the same.
“Good girl.” I press my forehead against hers and look down between our bodies. I’m so glad we did this in the daylight. I want to remember every expression on her face, every tense flex of her body, every spot she turns pink.
I want to watch her come apart while I ride her like she was made for me, so I can remember what she likes and what she needs.
And her sweet little middle finger, moving in tight circles, is exactly that.
“Daddy,” she whispers, the name a prayer on her breath. “I’m going to come.”
“I’ve got you.”
“Come with me.”
“I’m there. Oh fuck, Summer, I’m there. Come on, baby. You feel so good. So damn tight. I’m going to fill you up, little one.”
“Oh my God.”
“Call me Daddy.” It’s a rough demand.
She gasps it out.
“Again.”
My balls are churning now.
“Daddy. . .”
“Shhh. . .” Fuck. “Be quiet for Daddy.”
She squeaks and clings to me, her nipples hard against my furry chest. Her mouth latches on to my neck, and around my cock, I feel the first trembling clutches of her orgasm.
I crush her to the bed and slam my hips into her, out of control with the need to bury my seed in her belly. “Good girl,” I grunt. “So good for Daddy. So perfect. My pretty girl, I love how you feel. Take it. Take it all.”
The first spurt feels like it blows the top of my head off, and the rest are fucking glorious. There’s a lot, too, like I’ve unloaded a lifetime of come into her.
“God,” I mutter as I lift myself off her.
She stretches out, fully nude. Her smile is incandescent, a shining beacon. “That was wonderful.”
That was rough and wild and perfect.
“Are you sore?” I run my fingertips lightly over the tops of her thighs.
“A little.” She catches my hand and brings it to her breast. “Not here, though. I just feel good here.”
I squeeze her flesh gently, enjoying the way her nipple tightens against my palm. “You’re beautiful.”
“I think that’s what you said to get in my pants before, too.” She giggles as I jerk back, and she chases my hand, pulling it back. “Henry. I want you to do it again.”
“You’re sore.”
“Only a little. And I know you’ll be gentle.”
“It’ll take me a minute to recharge.” I reach for another condom. “If you really want to do it again. . .”
“Yes, again. Always again. Never stop making love to me.”
If only it were that simple.
But right now, it feels like it should be.