Shadow Chapter 7 #2
Her glorious tits were revealed. They were firm and pert with the prettiest pink nipples adorning them. Those were hidden under pasties when she stripped, just as her actual pussy was hidden. I paid homage to them.
Cupping them in my hands, I gently kneaded them, plucking at her distended nubs as she had mine, causing her to moan. After doing that a few times, I lowered my head and sucked them into my mouth. I flicked and sucked, driving her to squirm and moan louder.
I worked them for a good five minutes before I knew I had to go below.
I ached to see, smell, and taste her pussy.
My cock was throbbing with the need to be inside of her.
To feel her virgin pussy gripping me, stroking my shaft until we both orgasmed.
I’d never taken anyone’s virginity before. Excitement and anxiety filled me.
Letting go of her tit with a pop, I placed kisses on each tip, then I shifted her, pressing her down until she was flat on her back. Her body was flushed, and her breathing ragged. I lowered my head, trailing kisses from her tits down to her stomach. Her hand landing on my shoulder halted me.
“What’s wrong?” I asked, looking up at her.
“Nothing is wrong. I want you to remove your shorts. I want to see you. Can I touch you, somehow, while you look at the rest of me?”
I heard the uncertainty. Rising, I smiled.
“I can do that, and yes, there is. Let me reposition you.”
I ended up sliding her down further toward the foot of the bed and onto her side.
Then, I stood and shoved my shorts down.
They dropped to the floor, where I stepped out of them.
Aubrielle’s gaze was glued to my sex. When my cock sprang free, bobbing, standing tall, dark red, with the head covered in precum, she gasped.
I groaned when her tongue came out to swipe across her lips.
Fisting myself, though that was dangerous, I stroked up and down my shaft twice.
She held out her hand. I delayed no longer.
Climbing back on the mattress, I positioned us in the classic sixty-nine position.
It would allow her to touch me however she pleased, and I could do the same to her pussy, except I planned to eat her.
I eased her top leg up and back, opening her up.
I groaned at the sight and scent of her.
She smelled floral with a hint of musk. She had closely cropped curls the same color as the hair on her head.
Her clit and plump inner lips enticed me, along with the gleam of her pussy’s honey.
Aubrielle was very aroused. I doubted it would take much to make her come.
I knew enough that I wanted her to be super excited and slick, which meant at least two orgasms before I attempted to take her virginity. God, please help me hang on, I prayed.
I leaned in and was about to swipe my tongue up her folds when her hand enclosed the base of my shaft. I jumped, then groaned. Wanting to drive her insane, I licked. Aubrielle cried out, and her hips jerked. I used my hand to steady her—the flavor of her burst on my tongue. I needed more.
I launched myself into making my woman have her first orgasm from having her pussy eaten. I lapped, sucked, nibbled, and fingered her. She stroked and explored my entire cock, including my sac. I had to fight not to get lost in the sensations she produced, or I’d blow my load on her hand.
Her first orgasm came swiftly and was caused only by external stimulation using my mouth and fingers.
I paused to glance up, so I saw what she looked like when she came.
It was beautiful, raw. I let her ease down a bit before I went back to work.
This time, I inserted a finger, causing her to moan my name.
Son of a bitch, she was tight. I worked her until I could add a second finger, then a third.
I teased her clit and thrust in and out, mimicking what I would soon do with my cock.
I scissored my fingers, working to stretch her more.
My cock wasn’t the biggest in the world, but it wasn’t anything to be ashamed of.
Then, heat enveloped the head of my cock, and something warm and wet swirled around it, followed by a sucking sensation.
I arched back, shouting her name. Aubrielle was sucking my cock!
I hadn’t expected her to do that this soon.
The way she was going at it told me that she didn’t mind the taste of my precum.
This knowledge pushed me closer to no return.
I went back at her even more determinedly.
I had to have her second climax before I took her.
No more than a couple of minutes was all it took to have her crying out my name as she clenched around my fingers and coated them in more of her honey as she crashed over the edge.
It made her stop sucking my cock, which was good.
I needed control. By the time she was relaxed, I made my move. I licked my fingers clean.
I got onto my knees, wrestled her around with her legs spread and her pussy taunting me. I grabbed my pillow and shoved it under her ass, raising her. Then, fisting the base, I guided my cock to her hot entrance. I paused to catch her gaze.
“Are you ready?” I asked.
She nodded and said, “Yes, oh God, yes.”
I pressed inward and groaned. Slowly, with resistance, she opened up, allowing my cock to sink into her.
I took it in small increments, where I pushed, retreated, pushed, then retreated, advancing my cock deeper with each tiny thrust. It wasn’t long before I felt the barrier proclaiming she was untouched.
I drew back a bit, then I thrust hard, breaking through.
Aubrielle’s breath caught, and she hissed, but she didn’t ask me to stop.
In fact, she smiled encouragingly at me.
I kept working until finally, after what seemed like eternity, I was fully engulfed.
I had to pause to breathe. She was so tight around me.
I felt the quiver in her muscles. I felt my heartbeat in my cock.
I’d never been this turned on or hurting this much to come.
“Braxton, more, I need more,” she whimpered.
And that was what I gave her. I became lost in the thrusting, the twisting of my hips, playing with her tits and her clit.
Slapping my pelvis into hers. Our bodies moved together faster and harder.
She was an active participant. Aubrielle worked her hips, thrusting back to meet my incoming strokes.
Fire burned. Streaks of bliss shot through me.
Her pussy became wetter and wetter until finally, I felt her tighten before she yelled my name.
At the same time, I crested, and my cock jerked, spilling squirt after squirt of cum deep inside of her.
I grunted as it did. While I emptied myself, I knew I’d never get bored with this, with her.
I wondered how soon we’d be able to do it again and whether it was too early to tell her I loved her.
I had implied it to her, but the words hadn’t been said.
As the last of my cum left me, and her pussy eased its grip, I slumped over her, placing a kiss on her mouth.
She kissed me back. It was a vow. She was mine.
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I flopped over onto my back, breathing hard.
Lying next to me was an equally panting Aubrielle.
We’d just finished making love for a second time.
After our first round earlier in the night, after I regained the ability to walk, I’d taken her into the bathroom and had her soak in a tub of Epsom salt.
It worked on sore muscles after a heavy gym workout for me, so I figured it couldn’t hurt to ease any discomfort she had.
I’d washed her virgin blood from my cock. Thankfully, there wasn’t much.
I’d asked her if she was okay and if she was in pain.
Aubrielle reassured me that it wasn’t anything to worry about.
When she asked when we could try again, I knew she was telling the truth.
Her heated gaze had run up and down my body, pausing to stare at my cock.
It stirred, but I fought to restrain the randy fucker.
After cleaning up, we went to bed and fell asleep. I loved having her in my arms. It was a few hours later that I was woken by her hands wandering, exploring my body. Aubrielle had initiated the second time.
“Wow,” she whispered.
I chuckled as I turned my head to look at her. Her face was flushed, her eyes bright, and her breathing was slightly labored, like mine. I reached over and ran my thumb down her cheek.
“Double wow, Dazzler. That was incredible. You can wake me like that any time,” I grinned, making her giggle as she snuggled into me.
Utter contentment filled me. Now, finally, that vague feeling that something was missing from my life was gone.
I had her property cut on order with Spawn.
As our club secretary, he handled ordering cuts.
As soon as it arrived, I’d present it to Aubrielle.
Then, after a short time for her to get used to being my old lady, I’d ask her to marry me.
It was the end of May. I wanted her to carry my last name by the end of the year. Hopefully, she’d feel the same. I’d wasted more than enough time. A trace of regret lingered because of that.
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I walked into church with the rest of my brothers. The weekend had passed, and now it was time for us to get back to work. We were having it on Tuesday night rather than Monday because yesterday had been the actual Memorial Day holiday. We had a club cookout and enjoyed the longer weekend.
Today, after taking Aubrielle to her apartment, she stayed in all day working on her classwork. She pushed me not to sit there and be bored. She promised that if she decided to go anywhere, she’d call me.