HE WAS SERIOUS. IN moments, my panties are on the floor, and my pussy is over his mouth.
I’m wetter than six bushels of overripe peaches, and Jared loves it.
With one hand, he’s stroking himself, and the other digs into my thigh as I grind myself to heaven and back on his hungry tongue and sucking lips.
“Stay, baby. Let me suck you,” he pants when I’m almost there, and both of his strong hands suddenly clamp around my waist, keeping me right where he wants me, right where I’m grinding, my hands clamped on his wrists. He sucks my clit the way I would suck a cock, hot, hard, and messy.
No one has ever done that. I didn’t even know someone could do that.
I especially didn’t know I would start bucking so hard, I would worry about Jared needing a neck brace afterwards. I scream and dig my nails into his skin, letting go for the first time in my life without fearing the consequences.
They’re beautiful. I glow. Jared glows.
With a shove of my hips, I slide down over the round, firm middle that makes up his chest and stomach and leads me to his cock.
There’s a tiny thought in my head that I should suck him first—and my mouth waters with want, but my pussy is the wetness winner at the moment.
I sink myself down, going slow because it’s been so long.
I wait for pain, but there isn’t any. Just deep, satisfying fullness in my slippery heat.
And now it’s my turn to worship this man who wiped out all my insecurities so fast and so completely that I feel like a new person.
No, like the person I always hoped I’d get to be. Sexy. Confident.
“That was amazing,” I purr, my hands on his shoulders, gyrating my hips with extra swivel, shaking my ass like his cock is my personal stripper pole.
“This is amazing,” Jared gasps, eyes wide, watching me.
“The first night we met, I imagined this. I wanted to ride your cock. Then I wanted you on top of me. I wanted to feel you over me, warming me up, smothering me—gently.”
“You did?” he sounds so awed—and it’s so adorable.
My confidence rockets up. My ego will be the size of a skyscraper if I marry this man.
Maybe that’s okay? I’m sure I’ll have enough screw-ups during my daily life to keep me humble.
“I did. You made me come, and now it’s your turn.”
“It’s not going to take long. You taste so good. Feel so good.” He strokes my cheek, and his hips rise to meet mine.
“Hear how wet you made me?”
“Feel how hard I am for you?” he challenges in reply.
I sit down on him and squeeze all those muscles you’re supposed to flex to enhance pleasure, and it works. I see stars, and he curses softly.
“You have to stop soon. I’m going to come in a couple of minutes,” he warns, lips thin. “We’ll do more later.”
“I came fast, too,” I soothe. I love how he’s worried about that, but at the same time, I’m not.
I have a feeling that my pent-up pussy is going to be the perfect match for his love-starved cock.
I want him behind me. I want him pounding into me while his hands grip my cheeks, pulling my hair—I jump when I realize how turned on I am just by any thought of him, and that all my “taboo” thoughts turn into perfectly acceptable thoughts around him.
I even picture him popping my one remaining cherry, and there’s no worry or fear involved.
He’s yours. You claimed him now , a lilting, fluttering voice warns me as my hips go crazy, drumming an erratic rhythm on his cock.
I’m startled when he suddenly sits up, crushing me to his chest—but sliding his cock out of me.
I feel him shudder and spurt, his cum all over my belly, and his two thick fingers deep inside of me as a replacement.
I bite Jared’s lip as I come on his hand, so tempted to rub his essence into my hot, wet tunnel.
“I want you,” I whisper between nibbles of his lips.
“I love you,” he whispers.
It doesn’t feel rushed. It feels right... but I don’t say it back.
I want to, but... But bodies are easier than words. “I feel the best with you. Like we can do anything, because I’m supposed to be with you. Does it feel that way with you, too?” I ask, and I pray that it does.
“Yes! Chloe, I... I had so many rough experiences with Patsy towards the end, and some stupid, awkward experiences before I met her... You make me feel like I’m the best version of myself. Like I’m—”
“Completely confident? A sex god? You are. That mouth.” I twitch, still having aftershocks.
“Want more?” he whispers, gently stroking my arms.
I nod, silent, wide-eyed. “Don’t you need a rest?”
“I want to rest while I hold my beautiful banshee bride-to-be.” He nuzzles his lips to my temple, and I melt. He could tell me he wants us to go skydiving, and I’d suit up and write my will. “And I have a feeling I’ll be ready in no time.”
THIS INCREDIBLE PIN -up worthy hottie curls up and kisses me. Snuggles with me, touching me all over, including the parts of my body that I always believed were ugly. Not to her. Chloe sighs in contentment and kisses me with dreamy eyes.
At some point, she turns over.
Her bottom is the most adorable thing. Perfect and pert and so round, I just want to bite each cheek.
Speaking of cheeks... She wriggles back into me while my arm is draped around her. I lift her thigh and slowly start to stroke her soft, pink parts. With her, I feel confident. I can do this. I can be the lover she deserves.
“I like when you’re behind me,” she breathes out as I start to stroke soft circles around her clit.
“Mm?”
“And in front of me, of course. I... I was wondering—”
I roll us over, briefly pushing her into the mattress with most of my weight on top of her.
“God, yes!” she whimpers, but I’m not done. I sit on my knees, and she automatically gets to hers. “I think this would be a perfect angle.”
“Mm, yes, please.”
“But first,” I pause and duck my head, burying it between her parted thighs to pay a quick hello to her pussy, finding her soft, pouting inner lips and swirling my tongue over her clit before I stand behind her.
Chloe scoots back to the edge of the bed, and we click, perfectly, my cock sliding home into her pussy without hesitation, feeling the welcoming grip of her walls like they were made for me.
“Play with my ass?” she whispers, voice tight and nervous.
I almost shoot my load that second. “Of course, baby,” I whisper, and stroke that silky soft bottom. Squeezing. Lightly slapping my hands down as I cup and grip the fullest part.
She moans at that.
I’m not sure what she meant with her request. Old Jared would ask. New Jared should probably ask, too, but instead, I run my fingers down the cleft of her cheeks and stop when I find her tight pink ring. “Does that feel good, honey?” I ask, rubbing her in soft circles.
“I’ve never done things there. With anyone. But I want to do that with you.”
“I’ve never done that, either. We can have that be our special first.”
“Oh, God, yes. I love that idea, but for now... I like when you touch me there.”
“I’ll touch any part of you. You feel like you were made for me.” I bend down, resting my weight against her smaller back, my forearm easily resting beside hers, my hand covering hers as we press into the mattress together. “You fit with me like two—”
“Pieces of a puzzle.”
“Exactly.” Or a perfect hole for a particular peg, I think, as her walls begin to twitch and pump around me more steadily, quickening the pace as I stay deep inside of her.
I’m buried to the hilt, my face resting against the cloud of long, silky hair that fans over her back and falls over her shoulder.
“My beautiful rose.” I’m not good at poetry, but that’s how I suddenly see her, a creamy white rose that still has that tinge of green—so wild and beautiful, so perfect.
Chloe tilts her head and pants against my not-so-muscular bicep, dragging her teeth against it before she bites down softly. “My bear,” she moans.
The bear and the rose. We’re a fairy tale. The simple, lonely man and the beautiful princess, or maybe the forest enchantress.
“I don’t want this to end,” I whisper.
“It’s hard not to come when I’m so full and you feel so good inside of me,” Chloe whimpers.
“Not that. Okay, yes, that, but I meant this. You and me.”
“It can’t unless you deny my offer. Or one of us dies.”
Mental note to start eating more vegetables and watch my cholesterol. I think about the benefits of having Chloe in my life and realize I have a new way to work out, hopefully several times a week, so that’s good.
“You don’t want me to let you go?” I ask, bringing my free hand around to smooth down from her swaying breasts, over her soft belly, and on between her thighs. She’s soaking still, wetter than before. I can feel her throbbing, feeling her stretching around me.
“No. I want to stay.”
Maybe it’s not the most erotic phrase, but it sets off all my bells and whistles. She wants to stay. With me. She wants me after all. I barely pull free before I erupt like a geyser.
To my delight (and kind of horror), Chloe screeches and pushes herself back onto my still-hard cock moving frantically on me to capture her final orgasm.
“Chloe!” I gasp, feeling one last spurt empty inside of her.
She just looks back over her shoulder at me and smirks. “That escalated quickly.”
I hasten to reassure her. “I’m not complaining.”
“Me, either. But I am starving.”
“Showers and spaghetti?”
Chloe sighs and collapses, curling up in my bed.
“Yes, please.” I look at her, all flushed and naked, pink spaces on her shoulders marked by beard burn and reddened thighs where our skin rubbed together, and the hint of white between her deep pink folds that shows I was inside of her—and that a little part of me still is.
“You’re beautiful. You shower first,” I say, fumbling for my never-used blue terry cloth bathrobe.
Chloe slowly sits up, a dimly glowing goddess in the dark. “We’re still going to have spaghetti and chocolate cake, right?”
“Of course! And tomorrow we can go thrifting. I bet you know the hot spots. Or we could go visit the campus botanical center.”
She stares at me. “We had sex.”
My stomach chills. “W-what’s that matter? I want to do a million things with you, not just that. I’m not like that. I didn’t make the fancy dinner to get you into bed. I... I made it to impress you. So you’d want to—”
Chloe flies from the bed—maybe literally—and plants her mouth on mine, her legs and arms wrapping around me. “You spoil me. I’m glad you heard my song after all.”