naked heat in her eyes had me curling my fists around her sheets to keep myself from pulling her under me and pounding us both into ecstasy. My cock jumped at the thought, and based on April’s sly smile, her mind was in a similar place.
Maybe later. Right now I wanted her on top, wanted to see her writhe above me, have all of her so soft abundance available to my touch as I watched her take her pleasure. I fisted my cock and stroked myself, chuckling as the heat in her eyes went from scorching to inferno. She’d told me how much she enjoyed watching me touch myself, and I’d told her how much I enjoyed watching her watch me.
I moved my hand over my shaft with lazy, slow swipes, and used my other hand to grasp her hip.
“I want to watch you ride me,” I said.
A faint smile still played on her lips, but there was trepidation in her eyes now, where before there had only been passion. I was surprised; April had always been an eager and avid participant in our bedroom games, willing to try anything, so her hesitation stilled my hand and had me tightening my hold on her waist.
“You don’t like that?” I asked.
“I haven’t…I’m not comfortable with that, you know, being on top,” she said hesitantly.
The late-afternoon sun that pored through her bedroom windows lit her in an almost unearthly glow, and I waited to speak, content to just stare at her.
“Why not?” I eventually asked, my tone demanding.
I wouldn’t have secrets between us—I chose to overlook my own—and the expression on her face told me there was more to her reluctance than a simple preference.
“It’s not a big deal; I’m just not comfortable with it,” she said.
I moved my hand up the sweet curve of her waist, the swell of her breast, finally to rest on her cheek, but I didn’t speak, instead leisurely swirling my thumb across her jaw, sitting up to pepper kisses on her face and neck as I waited.
“I just worry…I mean, I’m…larger. I might hurt you,” she finally said quietly.
I laughed out loud, letting the full measure of my humor have free rein in a way I hadn’t for years.
“Come on; that’s not funny,” she said as my laughter continued, her voice somewhere between amused and exasperated.
“You’re wrong. That’s the funniest thing I’ve heard in a long time. Hurt me? Compared to me, you’re tiny, and I can’t wait to feel you over me as you roll those amazing hips on my cock, can’t wait to thrust into you as you do,” I said, my laughter fading into a husky, desire-filled whisper.
From her expression, I could tell she remained unconvinced, and so I pressed my lips against hers in what I hoped was a reassuring kiss and then I rolled until I’d pinned her under me, my cock nestling against the warm heat of her wet cunt.
“April, honey, I just want to enjoy you and have you enjoy me, and if you don’t want to be on top, you don’t have to be. But I am going to fuck you,” I said, rocking into her slightly to emphasize the point.
She moaned low and kissed at my collarbone, and I let myself revel in her touch, in the wet heat of her cream coating my cock.
“I could be inside you right now with nothing between us. Would you like that, feeling my cock against your walls with no barrier? Feeling my cum deep inside you?” I whispered into her hair.
I’d thought of it so many times, slipping my cock inside her, fully making her mine. And she seemed pleased by the thought as well, widening her thighs so that I lowered even closer, my cock now only a breath away from her core. She linked her fingers behind my neck and looked up at me, her eyes open wide and shining clear in the sunlight.
She was offering herself to me, showing me her trust, and I wanted so much to take her, to take it, that I didn’t think I could stop myself.
But I did.
I wanted her, badly, but I couldn’t take this gift with lies between us. The April I’d come to know was kind, decent, and somehow, I’d managed to make
Maybe later. Right now I wanted her on top, wanted to see her writhe above me, have all of her so soft abundance available to my touch as I watched her take her pleasure. I fisted my cock and stroked myself, chuckling as the heat in her eyes went from scorching to inferno. She’d told me how much she enjoyed watching me touch myself, and I’d told her how much I enjoyed watching her watch me.
I moved my hand over my shaft with lazy, slow swipes, and used my other hand to grasp her hip.
“I want to watch you ride me,” I said.
A faint smile still played on her lips, but there was trepidation in her eyes now, where before there had only been passion. I was surprised; April had always been an eager and avid participant in our bedroom games, willing to try anything, so her hesitation stilled my hand and had me tightening my hold on her waist.
“You don’t like that?” I asked.
“I haven’t…I’m not comfortable with that, you know, being on top,” she said hesitantly.
The late-afternoon sun that pored through her bedroom windows lit her in an almost unearthly glow, and I waited to speak, content to just stare at her.
“Why not?” I eventually asked, my tone demanding.
I wouldn’t have secrets between us—I chose to overlook my own—and the expression on her face told me there was more to her reluctance than a simple preference.
“It’s not a big deal; I’m just not comfortable with it,” she said.
I moved my hand up the sweet curve of her waist, the swell of her breast, finally to rest on her cheek, but I didn’t speak, instead leisurely swirling my thumb across her jaw, sitting up to pepper kisses on her face and neck as I waited.
“I just worry…I mean, I’m…larger. I might hurt you,” she finally said quietly.
I laughed out loud, letting the full measure of my humor have free rein in a way I hadn’t for years.
“Come on; that’s not funny,” she said as my laughter continued, her voice somewhere between amused and exasperated.
“You’re wrong. That’s the funniest thing I’ve heard in a long time. Hurt me? Compared to me, you’re tiny, and I can’t wait to feel you over me as you roll those amazing hips on my cock, can’t wait to thrust into you as you do,” I said, my laughter fading into a husky, desire-filled whisper.
From her expression, I could tell she remained unconvinced, and so I pressed my lips against hers in what I hoped was a reassuring kiss and then I rolled until I’d pinned her under me, my cock nestling against the warm heat of her wet cunt.
“April, honey, I just want to enjoy you and have you enjoy me, and if you don’t want to be on top, you don’t have to be. But I am going to fuck you,” I said, rocking into her slightly to emphasize the point.
She moaned low and kissed at my collarbone, and I let myself revel in her touch, in the wet heat of her cream coating my cock.
“I could be inside you right now with nothing between us. Would you like that, feeling my cock against your walls with no barrier? Feeling my cum deep inside you?” I whispered into her hair.
I’d thought of it so many times, slipping my cock inside her, fully making her mine. And she seemed pleased by the thought as well, widening her thighs so that I lowered even closer, my cock now only a breath away from her core. She linked her fingers behind my neck and looked up at me, her eyes open wide and shining clear in the sunlight.
She was offering herself to me, showing me her trust, and I wanted so much to take her, to take it, that I didn’t think I could stop myself.
But I did.
I wanted her, badly, but I couldn’t take this gift with lies between us. The April I’d come to know was kind, decent, and somehow, I’d managed to make
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