rationalised. A passionate tryst with somebody I desired before my life went downhill. I teetered on the precipice while the hammered-in Catholic morality of my childhood competed with my desire for James. I didn’t care that I hated him, that he thought I was beneath him or that he belonged to Caroline and thought I was her.
James surprised me by pulling me up to his chest. Before I knew what I was doing, I was straddling him like I would a stallion. I’d never been naked on top of a guy before and it felt...amazing, actually. I was in control except I didn’t really know what to do about it. I was apprehensive and awkward which was ludicrous in light of everything I’d just done.
James read my nervousness and let me adjust to being on top. He rubbed his hands from my waist to my breasts in an assured caress that soon had my breath catching in my throat. My hips gradually relaxed against the scorching heat of his erection.
He bucked his hips to tip me forward and a gentle hand went around the back of my neck to pull me to his mouth, holding me captive with the force of his kiss. I was glad for him to take the lead, eager to experience what he would do next.
When he lifted my hips and adjusted me onto him I caught on quickly, obliging him by lifting my body so I could feel his wet crown. I was nervous as hell, but I’d made up my mind to go through with it. I rubbed my pussy along his length, relishing the rigid heat.
“Darling, this isn’t you,” he said, sounding dazed.
“That’s right,” I whispered. “I’m Paisley, remember? And I...” I gulped and took a deep breath. “I want you to fuck me.”
I’d never said that to a man before and it felt hard-core, even for me. It was the right thing to say though. James flipped me onto my back so fast I almost shrieked. Spreading my legs, he positioned himself between my thighs. I bit my lip as he entered me, parting me gently at first and then more firmly as he pushed deeper.
Holy shit , my brain screamed, I’m having sex for real . With James! And then, God I hope it’s not like what I told Caroline.
As if he’d heard me, James paused to kiss me. “I’ll stop if you say so,” he said, agony in his voice.
I raised myself onto my elbows and the movement made him slip farther inside me. It could have been my breath that caught in the darkness or it could have been his. He groaned, pushing deeper, only to stop with a low curse.
“You can’t get me pregnant,” I assured him.
Well, it was true, wasn’t it?
I stroked him, circling and pumping his slippery shaft before I put him exactly where I wanted. He was slow and sure, controlling the urge I knew he had to go deeper. His cock felt better than I’d imagined. Big and scorching hot. A live wire charged with James’s unique energy. He was making me his , millimetre by millimetre, branding me inside. My pussy was slick, easing him in further, creating a friction that was consuming me with the desire to feel his full length, all the way to the hilt.
When he got to my hymen I tensed, wary of the pain I knew was coming. He lifted the hair from my face and kissed me, moving rhythmically while he coaxed my body into relaxing. It was pain and pleasure in one. He shifted position, easing out of me slightly so he could trail his fingers along my labia to the hard nub between my swollen lips. The ripples of pleasure increased.
His fingers were just as skilful as before, but his prodding cock made it feel ten times more powerful. His husky voice urged me on as he see-sawed at my entrance. The farther he went, the more my pussy clenched around him, the pressure building up like the geyser I had mentioned so casually to Caroline.
James created a rhythm that my body translated into intense, visceral delight. It grew stronger with every thrust until I hit the peak and climaxed in waves of pure ecstasy. I had to bite into his upper arm to keep from screaming as hot pulses of fluid bliss burst from my pussy and
James surprised me by pulling me up to his chest. Before I knew what I was doing, I was straddling him like I would a stallion. I’d never been naked on top of a guy before and it felt...amazing, actually. I was in control except I didn’t really know what to do about it. I was apprehensive and awkward which was ludicrous in light of everything I’d just done.
James read my nervousness and let me adjust to being on top. He rubbed his hands from my waist to my breasts in an assured caress that soon had my breath catching in my throat. My hips gradually relaxed against the scorching heat of his erection.
He bucked his hips to tip me forward and a gentle hand went around the back of my neck to pull me to his mouth, holding me captive with the force of his kiss. I was glad for him to take the lead, eager to experience what he would do next.
When he lifted my hips and adjusted me onto him I caught on quickly, obliging him by lifting my body so I could feel his wet crown. I was nervous as hell, but I’d made up my mind to go through with it. I rubbed my pussy along his length, relishing the rigid heat.
“Darling, this isn’t you,” he said, sounding dazed.
“That’s right,” I whispered. “I’m Paisley, remember? And I...” I gulped and took a deep breath. “I want you to fuck me.”
I’d never said that to a man before and it felt hard-core, even for me. It was the right thing to say though. James flipped me onto my back so fast I almost shrieked. Spreading my legs, he positioned himself between my thighs. I bit my lip as he entered me, parting me gently at first and then more firmly as he pushed deeper.
Holy shit , my brain screamed, I’m having sex for real . With James! And then, God I hope it’s not like what I told Caroline.
As if he’d heard me, James paused to kiss me. “I’ll stop if you say so,” he said, agony in his voice.
I raised myself onto my elbows and the movement made him slip farther inside me. It could have been my breath that caught in the darkness or it could have been his. He groaned, pushing deeper, only to stop with a low curse.
“You can’t get me pregnant,” I assured him.
Well, it was true, wasn’t it?
I stroked him, circling and pumping his slippery shaft before I put him exactly where I wanted. He was slow and sure, controlling the urge I knew he had to go deeper. His cock felt better than I’d imagined. Big and scorching hot. A live wire charged with James’s unique energy. He was making me his , millimetre by millimetre, branding me inside. My pussy was slick, easing him in further, creating a friction that was consuming me with the desire to feel his full length, all the way to the hilt.
When he got to my hymen I tensed, wary of the pain I knew was coming. He lifted the hair from my face and kissed me, moving rhythmically while he coaxed my body into relaxing. It was pain and pleasure in one. He shifted position, easing out of me slightly so he could trail his fingers along my labia to the hard nub between my swollen lips. The ripples of pleasure increased.
His fingers were just as skilful as before, but his prodding cock made it feel ten times more powerful. His husky voice urged me on as he see-sawed at my entrance. The farther he went, the more my pussy clenched around him, the pressure building up like the geyser I had mentioned so casually to Caroline.
James created a rhythm that my body translated into intense, visceral delight. It grew stronger with every thrust until I hit the peak and climaxed in waves of pure ecstasy. I had to bite into his upper arm to keep from screaming as hot pulses of fluid bliss burst from my pussy and
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