Page 5 of Spring Fling

“I’m going to forgo the rubber this first time with you, but I’ll pull out, alright?”

Lust burns through me like a wildfire when she reaches up and kisses me timidly before whispering, “Yes.”

I take her mouth in a deep, ravaging kiss, grateful for her acquiescence and beyond ready to feel her pussy wrapped around my cock. First though, I enter her with a single finger, groaning at how tight she is. Then I slip in a second digit and scissor, stretching her a bit before adding a third. She moans and her hips rise, her walls squeezing my fingers. Her pussy was already drenched but it floods now and when they are slipping in and out easily, I pull them out. She whimpers at the loss and I kiss her again, tasting peaches and desire.

Adjusting myself so I’m line up with her, I slowly start to push inside. After every inch, I stop and let her walls stretch and adjust. My cock is larger than my combined fingers and I don’t want to hurt her. I’m straining to keep from driving in until I’m fully seated and my body is shaking with the effort.

“You okay, baby?” I ask as I push in a little farther then stop when I feel the barrier that will make her completely mine. “Can you take more?” I don’t know how the fuck I’ll stop if she says no.

Her chin jerks in an up and down motion. “Keep going,” she pants, her chest heaving and bouncing those magnificent tits in my face.

“This is going to hurt a little,” I warn her. I don’t give her time to respond before I pull back some and drive in, breaking through her virginity and filling her up entirely. Holding very still, I fight to keep from coming at the feel of her pussy gloving my dick. Her eyes are clenched shut as she processes the pain.

I wait, watching her face until I feel her hips shift and she moans. Her eyes open and they are filled with pleasure instead of pain. I take that as my cue and begin to move, leisurely pumping in and out. Her breathing picks up and she starts to writhe beneath me. Picking up speed, I revel in her cries, anxious to hear her screaming my name again.

A part of me really wants to draw this out as long as possible, to savor this first time together. But fuck, I’ve never felt anything like this and I’m lost to it. It’s not long before she is tumbling headlong into ecstasy and I follow right behind. My cock explodes with jet after jet of come. Shit! The realization that I forgot to pull out flits through my mind but it’s quickly pushed away by the unbelievable feeling of coming bare deep in Abbi’s womb. The image of Abbi round with my child flashes in front of me. She’d be fucking hot carrying my baby. What the fuck are you thinking, man? I try to shake off the ridiculous thoughts but I grab her ass and push in even more as the caveman inside me bangs on his chest at the thought of marking her as mine inside and out.

Finally spent, I look down and watch as my cock slides out of her, sticky with our mixed come that is pink with the proof that her pussy has only ever had me inside it. Damn, I feel like a Neanderthal, already hardening at the sight. It doesn’t help when I spy jeweled daisies peek out either.

“That—I didn’t expect—holy cow,” Abbi rambles, her body lying limp and replete. “Is it always like that?”

I ease up my grip on her ass and lower her to the bed. Getting on my knees, I lean over to place a lingering kiss on her bee-stung lips. “It is between us, baby.” Another swift kiss and I climb off the bed, heading to the bathroom. With a warm cloth, I clean myself, then take a fresh one over to Abbi. I’m tempted to leave her with the evidence of our coupling drying in the inside of her creamy thighs. But, this is new to Abbi and I don’t want her to feel uncomfortable, so I gently wipe it away.

Turning, I toss the rag in the hamper before drawing back the blankets on the bed that I’d been in too much of a rush to move before. Abbi lifts her body so I can pull them out from under her and I don’t miss her slight wince. I silently lecture my cock to stand the fuck down. She needs time to heal.

I sit on the bed and open my nightstand drawer, removing some detested foil packets and setting them on top. We’ll have to take care of my thoughtless action tomorrow and I’ll have to use the stupid fuckers to keep from coming in her again, no matter how amazing it was. With a last glare in their direction, I flip off the light and lay down, pulling Abbi over to me. She drapes herself across my body and I can’t help smiling at how comfortable she seems to be. It’s like there is an innate sense of peace between us, as though we’ve been doing this forever.

But, the truth is, I know almost nothing about her and I find that I really want to know her. I run my fingers through her curls and kiss the crown of her head, then begin rubbing slow circles on her back. “Where are you from, baby?”

She hesitates and I wonder if she’s going to tell me. I’m not sure why that bothers me, but I wait, trying to appear patient.

“Massachusetts,” she eventually answers.

Everything stops and I barely breathe when I ask for clarification, attempting to sound casual. “Where in Massachusetts?”

“Boston.”

No. Fucking. Way. Is this happening. The caveman reappears and he is trying to overtake all of my sanity.

In one week, I will be moving into an east Boston brownstone. See? The barbarian points out. Told you she was ours.

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