The Virgin Duet(22)

“More, Bray. Don’t stop.”

She brings up both hands, grips my short hair, and puts my face back on her *.

I hum with pleasure and go back to loving her body. I remember from watching her masturbate how she likes to get off, so I gently insert my fingers inside her and suck on her clit. Within seconds, she’s gripping me and moaning my name. I want to give her more orgasms like this, but right now, I want to be inside her more.

I give her sweet little * one last kiss before I move up her body and get on top of her. I have a fleeting thought about birth control, but then I think about what getting her pregnant would mean. She would be mine, no matter what. Forever. She could never leave me.

The thought makes my aching cock even harder and I kiss her possessively. I can still taste her * as I kiss her mouth and it drives me wild. I pull back and try to breathe in some much-needed air before I say what I need to.

“I don’t want anything between us.”

I don’t give her time to answer before I’m kissing her again, and she wraps her arms and legs around me.

My cock is so hard and leaking everywhere. I move my hips just a little and I can feel the warm entrance of her * hugging my tip. Her * pulses, and it feels like she’s giving me a kiss with her opening.

I love you, I think, but don’t say it out loud. I can’t bear the thought of not hearing it back right now. It’s so sudden, and so soon, but it’s what I feel inside for the first time in my life.

Instead of telling her that, I look into her eyes, and watch her face as I enter her for the first time. She closes her eyes tightly as if in pain, and I nearly black out from the sensation. I’ve never experienced something so wonderful in my entire life. She’s so tight and hot that the pressure squeezes cum out of my dick. I have to take big gulping breaths of air to keep from losing it on the first stroke.

I shake my head a little and try to focus on her pain. “You okay, Tink?” I ask and lean down to kiss her lips softly.

She’s breathing normally now and gives me a little nod but it seems uncertain. “Just go slow, okay?”

I nod and pull back a little before slowly pushing back in. I have to fight my way into her tight * and with each thrust, more cum leaks out of me. I try not to think about leaving lines of semen inside her untouched * with each stroke. If I think about how at any second I could get her pregnant, every last drop of me will fill her up.

After a few more thrusts, my little fairy has relaxed and moves her hips with me.

“You’re so perfect, Tink. So little and tight. Your * is everything I’ve been waiting for. Thank you.”

She giggles a little. “You’re thanking me?”

“If you had any idea how good this feels, you’d understand. I’m going to send your * a fruit basket tomorrow.”

She giggles again, and then it turns to a moan when I thrust harder.

We are both on the edge within just a few moments and I know I’m closer than she is. I reach between us and rub her clit while I take her mouth. I feel her body tense and start to shake, and she’s right there with me. As I feel her * clench, I finally allow myself to let go of the orgasm I’ve been denying myself. She breaks our kiss to throw her head back and shout her release, and I thrust hard one last time, emptying my cock inside her ripe womb.

With any luck my seed will stay, and she won’t be able to leave me. The thought brings a huge smile to my face and, as my little fairy comes down from her orgasm, she locks eyes with me and matches my smile.

Cum leaks out from around my cock and down her ass, and she wiggles a little at the feeling. I start to thrust again and a look of surprise crosses her face.

“You didn’t think once would be enough did you?” I ask and claim her lips again.

I don’t remember how many orgasms it takes before I finally pull out but when I do, I hold her until she falls asleep. She thinks it is because I want to hold her, which I do, but I also want to make sure my cum stays inside her as long as possible.





BECS


I wake up as a warm tongue circles my clit, slowly teasing and flicking my bud repeatedly, sending zinging vibrations through my body.

“Bray,” I moan, lifting my hips to push my * further into his mouth. His hot wet tongue latches onto my clit. The sensation makes my body bow off the bed. Both of his hands grab my hips in response and press me back into the mattress so I can’t move.

He growls around my clit, pushing his mouth tighter against my *. It’s always like this with him. As if he can’t get enough of me. He always seems to want to be deeper inside me, no matter if it’s his fingers, his cock, or his mouth. His intensity scares me at times, but I’ve never felt more wanted in my life. Utterly safe, nothing can touch me but him. This is how I’ve felt since the control he was using to keep a distance from me shattered into a thousand pieces. Too many pieces to be put back together again. My body is his, his to control or use how he desires.

Grabbing at the bedspread, my fingers claw the material as if I’m trying to anchor myself. It’s so easy to get lost inside this and forget who I am. He takes my clit into his mouth, sucking at a near frenzy. The sensations shoot to my brain, making my thighs drop farther apart to give him all of me.

“Don’t cum yet. Wait just a little more, Tinkerbell, I want to enjoy it.”