Cormac
I could barely comprehend how this night ended up here.
There was a mix of relief and utter happiness coursing through me.
And now passion consumed me as Cyndi uncurled, allowing me to see her.
I hadn’t lied. She was beautiful and sexy.
Her body had curves. Her tits were perky despite how large they were.
They would more than fill my hands, and her tight, pale pink nipples topped with those hard beads beckoned me to touch and taste them.
If I wanted to stay in control, I had to start there.
And as much as I loved the idea of having her suck my cock, I wasn’t able to give her a tutorial.
What man wouldn’t love to have his woman learn to suck his cock the way he liked?
Only an idiot didn’t. I might not be able to do it this first time, but I would definitely do it, giving her as many lessons as she desired.
Walking forward, I planted myself in front of her.
She was sitting on the edge of the bed. Her eyes dropped to my cock.
“Touch it. I’ll tell you when I can’t stand it anymore. Do whatever you want,” I instructed, deciding that letting her start might make her less tense.
I had no idea she’d only ever been with one other guy, but the thought of anyone touching her other than me made me want to find him and beat him for touching what was mine.
I had to suppress that urge. I watched her reach out and run her finger over my cock’s sensitive head.
I gasped, and my hips jerked. When I didn’t tell her to stop, she ran her finger around the head, gathering the precum spilling from my slit.
I almost shot my load when she slipped her finger in her mouth and sucked it clean.
Her hum of approval had me dying to have her do more.
“Do you like how I taste, Cyn?”
“Mmm hmm, I do. Slightly tangy and salty,” she murmured.
“Do you want more?”
“Yes, please.”
“Then take it.”
I figured she’d use her fingers to gather more. I was wrong. Suddenly, she leaned down over me and sucked the head of my cock into her mouth. I went up on my tiptoes as the sensation exploded in my cock and balls. Praying I wouldn’t come in her mouth, nonetheless, I encouraged her as I praised her.
“íosa, Jesus, that’s it. Dia, that feels so good. Swirl your tongue around the head and along the ridge.”
She did as I asked. Unable to resist, I sank my hands in her golden hair. I didn’t force her head down on my cock. I wanted to touch her. Her tresses felt like warm silk in my hands.
“Put your hand around the bottom of the shaft. That’s it, Hold me tight…tighter. That’s it. Perfect. Now, while you lick, suck, or even if you want, gently scrape your teeth and nibble, pump up and down the length of the part not in your mouth. You can also work my balls lightly.”
As Cyndi began doing as I instructed, my brain went hazy, and I got caught up in all the sensations she created in my cock and balls. Tingling, shooting streaks of electrical shock, burning, and throbbing became my world.
I know I talked to her. And she listened, but I couldn’t tell you what I said. Or how long it lasted before an orgasm was on the edge of bursting free. That brought me back to the moment.
“Cyndi, shit, I’m close. You’ve got to stop, or I’ll come in your mouth. I wasn’t planning for that to happen. You’re just too damn good,” I groaned.
My words caused her to tighten her mouth and thrash the head with her tongue as she stroked faster.
Unable to stop it or speak, it took her a few pumps, and I was shouting to the heavens as my hips thrust and my cock jerked repeatedly, dumping my load of cum into her mouth.
She swallowed over and over as her gaze stayed glued to mine.
I read the enjoyment she was feeling in it.
By the time I finished coming, I was shaky in the knees.
I pulled back, signaling her to open up.
She did, and I withdrew. I shuddered. Damn, I was sensitive as fuck.
Needing to recover, because I intended to get my cock inside of her pussy, I pushed her onto her back.
Her legs remained hanging over the side.
Leaning over, I kissed her, not caring if I could taste my spunk or not. Then I kissed my way to her tits.
My hands and mouth both got in on the action. Kneading, lapping, sucking, and biting were switched up to drive her crazy. The way she panted and kept moaning, I knew my woman liked her tits being played with. Her body writhed as I worked them.
Suddenly, she took me by surprise when she stiffened and cried my name.
Her body shook. Hot damn, she climaxed simply from tit play!
That was fucking hot. Growling in approval, I kept touching her until she relaxed.
When she did, I knew I had to be between those legs. I wanted to see how turned on she was.
Letting go, I shifted back and went to my knees on the floor.
The bed was the perfect height to reach her pussy.
Spreading her legs, I moaned. Small golden curls protected her treasure.
Her pink lips peeked out. She was soaked.
And her heady aroma made my mouth water.
Unable to wait. I kissed the inside of each thigh, then nuzzled the hair on her mound before sliding my tongue over her clit and down her crease to the opening of her pussy.
Cyndi wailed, and her hands landed in my hair.
Smiling, I went to work. As I licked and sucked, then fluttered my tongue, she became even wetter. Her smell intensified. I switched it up often. Her fingernails bit into my scalp, and she tugged on my hair.
Eating her out had my cock coming back to life quickly.
Wanting to make her orgasm one more time before I fucked her, I fluttered my tongue inside of her, then withdrew it to replace it with my finger.
Her inner walls were tight around my digit.
Wanting her to be prepared to take me with the least amount of discomfort, I zeroed in on her clit, as I thrust in and out.
She squirmed and moaned. I worked frantically to get her to accept three fingers.
Crap, I was drowning in the need to come again.
I lapped at her folds and hummed against her flesh. That with the thrusting did it. She went rigid, her thighs clamped around my head as her hands gripped my hair for dear life, and she screamed, “Cormac,” as she released.
Her body bowed off the bed as she gushed, filling my hungry mouth full of her goodness.
I swallowed it greedily. When she was replete, her hands let go of my head as her thighs fell open.
I rubbed my lower face on her mound, then I stood.
I gripped my cock and pumped it up and down.
Her slumberous gaze turned to shock, followed by excitement. She raised on her elbows.
“I’ve got to be inside that pussy, Cyn. Let me in.” I half growled.
“Yes, take me. Do it,” she moaned.
“Are you on birth control?” I asked. I had condoms in my wallet, but with her, I didn’t want to use them. I wanted to experience every nuance.
“No, no I’m not. Don’t you have something?” she asked, sounding tearful.
“I do. And I’ll use it, but I’ll be honest, I don’t want to.
I want to take you without anything between us, Cyndi.
And before you ask about pregnancy, I don’t care if you get pregnant.
You’re mine. You love me, and I love you.
You’ve accepted me. We’re getting married as soon as I get that ring on your finger.
Having a baby already inside of you won’t bother me. What about you?”
Was I pushing too hard? She was so young. She might want to wait to have babies. I knew she wanted kids from our talks. Her eyes were wide open.
“C-Cormac, we can’t. What will your family think if we get married and I’m already knocked up?” she squeaked.
“Is my family the only reason you’re saying no?”
“Yes. They’ll think I’m awful.”
I chuckled. “No, they won’t. Patrick tried with Maeve from the start.
They’re having a child in a couple of weeks, but this isn’t her first pregnancy.
They lost the first one. She got pregnant immediately.
I can guarantee you, Sean won’t care. As for my parents, well, they can’t say much.
Mam was two months pregnant with Patrick when they got married.
Seems we O’Sheeran men can’t keep our hands off our women, and we don’t like barriers.
But it’s up to you. I’ll do whatever you want. If you prefer to wait, we can.”
I’d stopped stroking myself. I was growing too aroused. Cyndi took several moments to answer me. Assuming the delay meant she was trying to word her denial of my request, I went to bend and grab my pants off the floor. She called out.
“Don’t! Please, I’m sorry, but I think that having you without a condom is the way I want to go.
If we change our minds and want to use them, and I’m not pregnant, we can do it.
However, once I know what your cock feels like bare, I don’t think I can go back to using a condom.
Please, honey, please, give me that baby maker,” she purred as she winked.
Calling my cock a baby maker made me want to use it even more.
I fell on her like a starved beast. Thankfully, I had enough brain cells working not just to ram it inside of her.
I pulled her ass off the bed, then pressed her folded knees toward her chest. This move opened her up for me.
Grasping the base of my cock in one hand, I ran the head up and down her crease, gathering her cum to make it easier to penetrate her.
When I was sufficiently coated, I lined my cock up with her opening and applied pressure.
As I sank into her, it took willpower not to let go.
Her vagina was slow to allow me to advance, and it was agony, but in the best way.
Her snug grip on my cock felt like a vice.
I made small thrusts to work myself into her.
How I managed to do it without blowing my wad, I don’t know.
But when I reached the end, I was panting, and she was moaning almost constantly.
Seeing only pleasure on her face, I flexed my hips, pulling back and then thrusting again. Cyndi cried out.
I set out to make her come without me. As I fucked my woman, all sense of time disappeared.
I tipped her into a climax within the first few minutes.
Then it was back to working on the next one.
I was able to make her come a second time by gritting my teeth and clenching my eyes shut.
When her grip lessened, I knew on the next one—I’d blow.
“Oh, oh, Cor, oh, God, please, please,” she whimpered hoarsely.
“Please, what?”
“Please, harder. I want it harder and for you to come,” she confessed.
Snarling, I sped up, pounding her pussy, making her sob.
The tingling was racing up my legs to my core in no time.
As I ramped up a tad more, I knew she was right there.
Reaching up, I grasped her hips, using them to work her up and down the length of me.
She moaned then wailed as she clenched around my cock, making me see stars, and her body thrashed.
I rammed myself into the hilt then held still as I grunted with each jerk of my spasming cock.
Despite coming in her mouth not long ago, this load was still a good-sized one.
Eventually, in a few minutes or so, we were done orgasming and working to regain our strength. I raised up and then looked down at her. “I think that was baby worthy. What do you think? Did my baby maker do the job?” I teased.
Cyndi burst out laughing, which made me laugh. And that was how we ended our first time making love. I’d remember it always.