that she’s going to tell me she doesn’t feel the same way.
“I… I… I love you too, Nate. I’ve loved you for what feels like forever.” That’s all I need to hear; that she loves me back, and she does it in a way that I’ll never recover from.
Stripping her saturated thong down her legs, I come back up and bury my face in between her sweet thighs, getting my first look at her gorgeously bare pussy, wet, and glistening with her desire for me. Licking up the inside of her thighs, I run my nose up the crease between her thigh and the lips of her pussy, inhaling her uniquely sweet scent. Ronnie smells like cocoa butter, the lotion she uses daily, and a hint of lavender. It’s always been a smell that’s triggered thoughts of her, thoughts of home, never this intimately before, but nevertheless it’s always been a good memory.
The first swipe of my tongue up her slit has her back arching off the bed. Tasting her, sucking on her clit has me throbbing, my cock jerking against her mattress, desperate for release. My woman tastes exactly like I expected, of sunshine and sugar. Sweet and creamy on my tongue I can’t help thrusting my tongue further into her hole to gather more of her wetness. I want to savour her. I want to devour her.
Gripping my hair with both of her fists I hear, “Oh God, Nate. Don’t, don’t stop. Please don’t stop.” The girl is crazy if she thinks I’m going to stop, but the first time she comes it’s going to be with me inside her.
“You like that, Baby?” I know she does, so I don’t wait for her to answer. “I’m going to make it so good for you, Sunshine, I promise. I want you to come on my cock though. You can come all over my face later, yeah?”
I look up to see her blushing beet red. It’s good to know for sure that my woman blushes from the tips of her pretty nipples to the tops of her ears. “Are you going to let me make you feel good, Ronnie? Are you going to trust I can make this good for you?”
Without hesitation she says, “I trust you, Nate. I know it will hurt for a minute but, I’m ready.” What I feel in this moment is nothing short of elation. My Ronnie trusts me. More than that, she trusts me with something so precious that I’ll never be able to express how monumental her trust in me means.
Moving back up her body, trailing wet open mouth kisses over her skin, and teasing nips along the length of her flat stomach, I skim over her gorgeous round, heavy tits; finally settling my cock at her entrance, where I can feel her cream coating me, practically dripping down her thighs.
We had a conversation during one of our hot make out sessions, a few days ago, about birth control. Ronnie has been on the pill since she was fifteen to regulate her cycle, and I’ve never fucked a woman bare. That was probably one of the most embarrassing conversations for Ronnie, and awkward for me, that we’ve ever had. Even when I told Ronnie about the first girl I fucked, this was years ago now, obviously, it was less fucking uncomfortable than that discussion.
Telling the girl you love, even if she doesn’t know it yet, that essentially you were a fucking manwhore up until a couple of months ago, does not usually bode well for a guy. Ronnie just shrugged it off, shocking me with her blasé attitude, saying that everything before her doesn’t matter. As long as I’m clean, she wants to be with me, only me, no rubber interruption, and nothing between us. I couldn’t have been fucking happier.
Holding the base of my cock in my hand I stroke it up and down her slit, using her juices to lubricate me, making easier, I hope, for me to slide inside her tight little body. I really am a selfish fucker. I can’t even bring myself to finger her, to stretch her a little to accommodate my size before making love to her. I don’t want anything but my cock to have the privilege of being the first thing inside her.
Capturing her mouth
“I… I… I love you too, Nate. I’ve loved you for what feels like forever.” That’s all I need to hear; that she loves me back, and she does it in a way that I’ll never recover from.
Stripping her saturated thong down her legs, I come back up and bury my face in between her sweet thighs, getting my first look at her gorgeously bare pussy, wet, and glistening with her desire for me. Licking up the inside of her thighs, I run my nose up the crease between her thigh and the lips of her pussy, inhaling her uniquely sweet scent. Ronnie smells like cocoa butter, the lotion she uses daily, and a hint of lavender. It’s always been a smell that’s triggered thoughts of her, thoughts of home, never this intimately before, but nevertheless it’s always been a good memory.
The first swipe of my tongue up her slit has her back arching off the bed. Tasting her, sucking on her clit has me throbbing, my cock jerking against her mattress, desperate for release. My woman tastes exactly like I expected, of sunshine and sugar. Sweet and creamy on my tongue I can’t help thrusting my tongue further into her hole to gather more of her wetness. I want to savour her. I want to devour her.
Gripping my hair with both of her fists I hear, “Oh God, Nate. Don’t, don’t stop. Please don’t stop.” The girl is crazy if she thinks I’m going to stop, but the first time she comes it’s going to be with me inside her.
“You like that, Baby?” I know she does, so I don’t wait for her to answer. “I’m going to make it so good for you, Sunshine, I promise. I want you to come on my cock though. You can come all over my face later, yeah?”
I look up to see her blushing beet red. It’s good to know for sure that my woman blushes from the tips of her pretty nipples to the tops of her ears. “Are you going to let me make you feel good, Ronnie? Are you going to trust I can make this good for you?”
Without hesitation she says, “I trust you, Nate. I know it will hurt for a minute but, I’m ready.” What I feel in this moment is nothing short of elation. My Ronnie trusts me. More than that, she trusts me with something so precious that I’ll never be able to express how monumental her trust in me means.
Moving back up her body, trailing wet open mouth kisses over her skin, and teasing nips along the length of her flat stomach, I skim over her gorgeous round, heavy tits; finally settling my cock at her entrance, where I can feel her cream coating me, practically dripping down her thighs.
We had a conversation during one of our hot make out sessions, a few days ago, about birth control. Ronnie has been on the pill since she was fifteen to regulate her cycle, and I’ve never fucked a woman bare. That was probably one of the most embarrassing conversations for Ronnie, and awkward for me, that we’ve ever had. Even when I told Ronnie about the first girl I fucked, this was years ago now, obviously, it was less fucking uncomfortable than that discussion.
Telling the girl you love, even if she doesn’t know it yet, that essentially you were a fucking manwhore up until a couple of months ago, does not usually bode well for a guy. Ronnie just shrugged it off, shocking me with her blasé attitude, saying that everything before her doesn’t matter. As long as I’m clean, she wants to be with me, only me, no rubber interruption, and nothing between us. I couldn’t have been fucking happier.
Holding the base of my cock in my hand I stroke it up and down her slit, using her juices to lubricate me, making easier, I hope, for me to slide inside her tight little body. I really am a selfish fucker. I can’t even bring myself to finger her, to stretch her a little to accommodate my size before making love to her. I don’t want anything but my cock to have the privilege of being the first thing inside her.
Capturing her mouth
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