Page 10 of His Handyman Skills

Eventually, she’s putty in my hands, and I know we can move ahead. So, I reach between us and wrap my hand around my neglected cock. I groan into her mouth at the contact. I didn’t even realize how badly I wanted friction until this very moment. I was so focused on making Shayla feel good that I completely forgot myself.

“You ready for me?” I ask as I rest the head of my length against her opening.

“I’m ready, Leo,” she says, reaching up to run her fingers through my hair. “I’m more than ready.”

Without another word, I work my cock into her. I go agonizingly slow, my body shaking with the effort of my restraint. Still, Shayla’s comfort is my top priority. My pleasure will come later.

“How does it feel, sweetheart?” I ask when I’m completely inside her. “Good?”

“It’s so big,” she gasps, looking up at me with wide eyes. “It’s like I’m being split open, but it’s good.”

“Good,” I say, relieved that she’s able to take me. “I’m going to start moving now.”

“Please.”

With that, I pull my hips out slowly before thrusting back into her tightness. I can’t help the savage growl that comes out of my mouth. It’s animalistic and unrestrained. It’s like her body was made for mine, and I don’t think sex has ever felt better than this.

When Shayla starts rocking her hips up into mine, I speed up the pace of my thrusts, careful to keep from setting a pace that would put an end to this too soon. I’m sure that this is just the first of many times we’ll do this, but I want this to last. I want to be inside her as long as possible.

In time with each piston of my hips, she makes a soft, keening noise. Her hands roam from my head to my shoulders. Then, she lets them explore my back, her nails scratching against my skin lightly, digging in gently every so often.

“I love how responsive your body is to mine,” I tell her, pushing the hair out of her face. “I love the noises I can pull from you. I love that I get to have you like this.”

She whimpers, too overwhelmed from the pleasure and my words to come up with a proper response. That’s okay, though. I’m glad that I’m making her feel so good that she can’t even speak.

I keep up the same steady pace as I snake a hand down to her breasts. I take her nipple between my fingertips, rolling it gently to a nub. Shayla arches up into the touch, apparently loving having her nipples played with. I take stock of that information, storing it away for next time.

My orgasm creeps up on me fast, a combination of how good she feels around me and the sounds she made when I was pleasuring her earlier. The effect she has on me is like I’ve been put under a spell.

There’s so much more I want to do with her. Learning every spot that drives her crazy would be an honor. Getting my mouth on her pussy is high on my list. Maybe she’d even let me teach her how to get a blowjob. Even though we haven’t even finished this, I’m already looking forward to the next time.

With my climax impending, I move my hand away from her breasts and slide it down her abdomen. Then, when I get to where I’m still steadily pounding into her, I start circling her clit. If I’m going to come soon, I need her to be right there with me.

“Tell me how you’re doing,” I prompt, nearly out of breath from holding back my orgasm. When she doesn’t immediately respond, I add, “Do your best. I know it’s hard.”

“C-close,” she stutters after a few seconds. “I’m close again.”

“That’s a good girl,” I say, feeling her pussy pulse around my cock. “Fuck. I’m close, too.”

“You first,” she whines, her nails digging into my back as if to urge me to fuck her harder and faster. “Please.”

I think about telling her that I’m the one in charge here, but there’ll be time for that later. It’s her first time, and I’ll let her call this shot. She hasn’t known exactly what she’s wanted so far, and since she’s asking for something, I’m going to give it to her.

So, I start pounding into her harder. The room is filled with the sound of skin slapping against skin and Shayla’s urgent wanton moans. And, even though she wants me to come first, I keep rubbing steadily at her clit. I want her to fall over the edge with me.

“Oh god, Shayla,” I groan as my orgasm crashes into me like a wave. “Oh fuck.”

As I fill up the condom with hot come, my rhythm falters. Still, I keep going to the best of my ability. Most of my focus remains on her little bundle of nerves, doing my best to get her to her peak. It’s difficult, considering the way it feels like my soul is leaving my body.

When the last bit of semen dribbles out of my cock, Shayla’s pussy flutters around me and she makes a high-pitched keening noise. Beneath me, she experiences her second orgasm of the night. And, while her climax is working its way through her body, I lean down to kiss her wildly.

Eventually, my cock starts to soften, and I have to pull out. I keep kissing her. While I flip us over so she’s lying on top of me, our mouths stay connected. The kisses we swap are lazy and satisfied. It’s like neither of us want this moment to end.

“How are you feeling after that?” I ask, tucking the hair that’s falling into her face behind her ear. “Was it good?”

“It was incredible,” she says, leaning into my touch, the action cat-like. As I gently pet her hair, she hums and says, “I’m glad my first time was with you.”

“I’m glad it was, too,” I say, guiding her head down so I can kiss her again.

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