“Shhh. It’s okay. You don’t have to say anything. We’re not done.”
Her glistening eyes widened.
“It’s time to christen this bed. I’m going to make love to you now. Are you ready?”
Feverishly, she nodded. I loved that she was insatiable. Still on fire. Dripping with desire. Gripping the base of my thick, rigid erection, I rubbed the wide crown along her slick heat, coating and lubricating it with her hot juices. Then I grabbed her slender ankles, slid her down the bed closer to me, and threw her legs over my shoulders. A new position. Like in a ballet. We were perfectly lined up. My cock at her entrance. Still holding the base, I slowly inserted my dick, inch by thick inch, feeling her expand to accommodate my width. As I pushed inside, she let out a soft groan.
“Baby, am I hurting you?”
She shook her head. “No, it’s just that you’re so big.”
“And you’re so fucking perfect. So tight. So hot. So wet.”
Deep inside her, I repositioned myself, planting my palms on either side of her torso, and straightened my body until I was hovering over her. Her dainty tits grazed my chest and her warm breath heated my face. I slid my cock inside her until it could go no further. Slowly, I slid halfway down and then slid it back up. I continued these controlled movements, getting into a steady rhythm. Like I said, I was going to take it slowly and break in this new bed. We had all night. And for the first time, we had tomorrow. Willow didn’t know it yet, but she was spending the night.
As we came blissfully together and I held her in my arms, I realized that if life was a book, I was starting a new chapter.