Elias #2
Her lips part, eyes flutter closed, and a barely audible sigh finds a way
out when I circle her clit.
“Good girl,” I whisper, my cock straining against the zipper of my
Jeans.
“Focus on how you feel and nothing else, feel my fingers baby, move with me. Show me what you like baby.” My fingers slide left and right, then in small circles, her wetness aiding my work, bringing her closer.
“Chase that high, baby. You want to scream? Scream. You want to keep it
in? Do it. Don’t think.”
With each stroke, her moans lose their softness, and her petite body
shudders with waves of pleasure. I love how she pulls me in, rediscovering
my lips over and over again.
“I’m so close,” she utters minutes later.
“That’s it baby.” I tease her entrance, rubbing her clit with my thumb.
“You’re so fucking beautiful. You’re mine. Every sound, every
spasm, every fucking thing about you is mine. ” A low rumble begins in my chest, cutting off words when her orgasm hits.
“There it is, good girl. Ride it, baby.”
Her breathing hiccups, and she’s coming. Hard. So hard her legs shake,
and toes curl, and her lips part. She gouges her nails down my back,
scraping long lines as I watch.
I stare.
She throws her head back, throat exposed, and moans in a soft
staccato. I brush my lips along her collarbones. She squeezes her thighs together, still shuddering.
“Fuck. You’re perfect baby, you know that? Now you’ll come on my lips again. I miss your taste and I’m starving.”
“I... I-”
“You’ve never made yourself come twice in a row?”
“No, I didn’t think I could.”
I take my jeans off and move down, hooking my arms under her knees. I nose a line down her abdomen before licking her slowly. She tastes like fucking vanilla candy. Sweet... so fucking sweet.
Her thighs quiver around my head as a needy whimper hits my ears,
and my cock twitches to spring free.
Seraphina grips my hair; her boobs pressed in her arms as her back bends
from the bed with every lick of my tongue. I could spend hours between her
legs, using my best tricks to make her squirm. She moans, the sounds
louder, as if she can’t hold her inhibitions, and I feel I might burst any
minute.
I flick her clit with my tongue, using my thumb to tease her entrance,
And she pushes me down harder, lifting her hips off the bed a little, begging for more.
And more I give her, sucking her into my mouth once, twice, and she’s coming again, clutching my head in place and grinding into me for a few intense seconds before her legs open enough to let me out.
I mark a line of open-mouthed kisses between her breasts before we’re at eye level.
Flushed face, full lips even plumper, swollen from my kisses, and long
eyelashes casting shadows on her cheeks. She smiles a blissful, satisfied smile, eyes still closed.
I get up, pulling my boxer shorts off, and Seraphina lets out a quiet gasp,
eyeing my cock.
“Um, it’s so…”
“So?” I ask, my ego being stroked.
“Will that… that fit?”
I blink twice before a burst of laughter rips from my chest. “Fit? Baby, don’t you worry we will make it fit.”
“I didn’t mean it like that but uhm are you sure?” She blushes, scooting closer to me. Reaching her small hand out, she stops, glancing up at me. “Can I touch it?”
“That’s the first and last time you ask permission. If you want to touch
me, do it.”
Her gaze drops again. She trails the veins, her touch light but arousing
when she smears a bead of precum over the head with her thumb.
“So big,” she murmurs.
I grip her hand, wrapping it around the hilt.
“That’s how you do it, baby.” I clamp my hand over hers, stroking it over myself a few times. Fuck that’s sexy.
“We’ll save that lesson for a different day.”
She moves back, nodding when I pull a condom from the nightstand
drawer and rip it open.
“I’ve got a contraceptive implant,” she says before I roll it on. “It helps with my periods and things… Can I feel it just this time?”
Fuck.
“Okay baby, we can do that just this once.” I kiss her head, grabbing pillows from the bed I push a pillow under her head, and slide another
under her butt, positioning myself between her legs.
“Relax. I’ll take care of you, baby.”
When I imagined having sex with her, I always skipped this part, going straight into picturing myself already inside her...but I need to get there first without fucking hurting her, and despite hiding it well, I’ve never been so nervous before sex.
“You’re more worried than I am, Honey. Relax.” She lifts her head off the
pillow, imitating my tone.
I watch her face, waiting for any signs of pain as I move my hips
forward slowly the head of my cock pressing against her resistance. She tenses.
“Look at me.” I retreat, then slide back in, barely making contact.
Her eyes pop open. Big, round, filled with unease that has me on edge, almost ready to pull out and try another day.
Fuck. This girl… This sweet, innocent perfect woman has been my focus point since I laid eyes on her.
“You trust me, Seraphina. I won’t hurt you.”
She nods, smiling small, and I wipe that smile off with a kiss.
I tease her with shallow, slow thrusts, her body adjusting to take me inch by inch.
The more she relaxes, the further I sink.
The barrier stretches slowly, letting me in deeper.
It takes at least five minutes of cautious movements and my lips working every inch of her skin in reach before I’m as deep as the position allows.
“How’s that, baby? Does it hurt?”
“No, honey but I need you to move or something.”
I graze my nose up her cheek, leaving a kiss on her temple. Grinning.
“Gosh, there’s no space there. How did you fit it in? I’m really
stretched... it’s... it’s...” She circles her hips like she’s checking something.
“Honey, I’m not joking, please move.”
I rise on my elbows, looking her over. I don’t know why, but her
babbling makes me fall for her that much harder. I retreat my hips slowly and slide back in, loving how she bites my lip, her nails digging into my biceps. I cover her mouth with mine, teasing her tongue while I pull out and push back in.
“You have no idea what you do to me.”
Being with her, being inside her, is surreal. I never want to be
anywhere but this close to her. Ever. My moves remain cautious for a while before I’m confident enough to up the tempo.
She moans, arching off the floor, kissing my neck, face, and lips while her nails glide up and down my back, drawing faint lines.
I’ve never been so fucking aroused. Every thrust is fucking sacred.
Every sound she makes blows my mind. She’s a drug, and I’m addicted to the point of madness, my chest heavy with overpowering emotions.
I’ll make this work. For her, I’ll be the best version of myself.