Page 17 of Healing Love

“Thank you for giving me this precious gift,” I whisper into her silky, warm skin. “Are you okay?” I lean back and search her face.

“I’m so full. I love being connected to you like this.” Her pussy squeezes around my girth, and I bite the side of my cheek to keep from exploding right here and now.

“Fuck, sunshine,” I groan. “You feel so incredible. Love having you wrapped around me, love filling you up.” My cock twitches, pre-cum no doubt leaking out into her pussy. “I have to move. Are you okay?” I ask again. I might die if I don’t start moving, but I’d happily die right here if she wasn’t ready.

She moves her hips in answer to my question, wriggling beneath me.

I growl and pull out of her slowly. Looking down, I see the evidence of her virginity smeared on my cock, blood mixing with her cum. I grow impossibly harder as I ease back into her.

Setting a steady pace, I pump in and out of her, watching her perfect pussy stretch and swallow me each time. It’s so fucking hot, I never want to look away. At the same time, I need to see Brielle’s face, need to gaze at her gorgeous body, need to see and suck and feel every inch of her. I want all of her, and I want it right fucking now.

I pull my eyes away from where we are joined and look into her eyes. I see the same need in her, the need to possess every inch, to wring out every ounce of pleasure from our bodies.

She leans up and kisses me, biting my lip and dragging it through her teeth. I growl and thrust into her harder. She moans and drags her fingernails down my back.

“Fuck, honey. That’s right. Mark me, make me yours.”

“Ye-yes, yes, oh fuck…” She moans as I angle my hips to hit her sweet spot. “M-more… I need…”

She doesn’t even finish her thought before I lean back on my heels and throw one of her legs over my shoulder and then the other. The new angle takes me deeper, makes her tighter, squeezing my dick in a sweet torture. I thrust into her again and again, folding her in half.

“So good,” I growl, trying not to lose my shit.

“Elliot! Oh yessss…” Her head thrashes back and forth as her mouth drops open in a silent scream.

I plunge into her again and again. Her eagerness to open up to me, to take whatever I give her, to trust me completely with her body… It’s fucking everything.

I feel so goddamn good as the tingle in my spine starts, hurtling me toward an orgasm. I'm almost afraid of when it hits. I can already tell it's going to be bigger and better than anything I've ever experienced.

“Elliot, I…. Oh, god,” she gasps for air, “I’m…”

She’s shaking and pulsing, her muscles taut and strained.

“That’s it,” I encourage. “Let go for me. I’ve got you.”

I pick up my pace, chasing our release, needing it while at the same time never wanting this to end. I reach down and rub her clit furiously, needing her to get there before I do.

“Ah, ah, ah, fuck, fuck!” Brielle pants as she meets me thrust for thrust.

“Come all over my big fat cock, Brielle. Let me feel that pussy pop.”

I pinch her clit and feel her walls snap around my dick, squeezing me painfully in the best possible way. Brielle screams and gushes all over me. I drop her legs back down to either side of my hips and lean over her again, swallowing her moans and cries of ecstasy.

I pound into her, our juices flowing and making obscene sounds as our bodies collide together again and again. I still inside of her as my cock swells. Roaring my release, wave after wave of cum pours out of me. I continue to thrust as I empty myself inside her. Brielle comes again, one orgasm rolling into another as we throb and pulse together, our bodies dripping in sweat.

I collapse, rolling onto my side and pulling her with me. We’re both gasping for air and shaking. She’s incredible.

“Goddamn, Brielle. Just… goddamn.” I lean down and kiss the top of her head. When she doesn’t say anything or look up at me, I panic. “Are you okay? I wasn’t gentle. Fuck, I said I’d be careful. Please forgive me…”

Brielle tilts her head up and kisses me, cutting me off mid-sentence.

“I’m more than okay, Elliot. I feel perfect. Complete. I have no words.” She buries her head in my chest, relief washing over me. “Thank you,” she whispers.

I wrap my arms around her and hold her tight. This feels like home. I stroke her back, tracing circles and patterns into her soft skin. She rests her cheek on my chest and her breath tickles across my skin.

When her breathing evens out, I know my girl has dozed off again. I grin to myself, loving that I wore her out. I kiss the top of her head and pull the blanket over us, letting a satisfying, drugging sleep take over.

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