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I wanted to taste her, to make her come on my face. I wanted to fuck her until she screamed, but I knew she wasn’t ready. One day, she would be, but we’d work up to it. Elise was so shy and self-conscious; I didn’t want to spook her and push her into more than she could handle.

There was no rush. We had the rest of our lives.

My pleasure wasn’t important. All I cared about was building my girl up by trailing my fingers over every inch of her skin until she whimpered and moaned, and I watched goose bumps scatter over her flesh. I gently rubbed and circled her clit with my fingers, and as she became wetter, I pushed a finger inside my girl’s sweet pussy, preparing her to take me.

It didn’t take long before she began to moan and writhe. Over the years, I’d been taught by the whores how to use my fingers and tongue, and I utilized every lesson on Elise. I changed things around and started to fuck her gently with two fingers while grinding the heel of my palm against her clit.

Within seconds, I felt her walls clench around my fingers. “Please don’t stop,” she begged.

Seeing her writhing, almost naked on the blanket and so turned on, made me hornier than a bull in heat. “You’re so fuckin’ perfect, baby,” I told her.

Her pussy clenched again at my words, and I smiled inwardly.

My mouth could get dirty on occasion, but Leesy wasn’t used to it, and I didn’t want to embarrass her by going too far. All she needed was enough to push her in the right direction, so I murmured over and over how beautiful and sexy she was and how good she felt when I touched her.

Elise’s chest heaved, and her breaths came harder. A pink flush spread across her throat and down her chest, and I knew she was close.

I pressed a little harder, applying more pressure until she let out a loud whimper. Her hips shot upward, and with a soft cry, she began to orgasm over my fingers.

Quickly, I moved over her, grinding my bare cock against her pussy until a rush of warm wetness enveloped me.

The expression on her face as she came was exquisite. Her hips thrashed, and her fingers dug into my arm so hard that she made small moon-like indents on my skin. Her teeth caught her bottom lip, and she let out a long, low moan.

I reached inside the pocket of my skewed jeans, pulling out a small, square foil packet and tearing it open with my teeth. After slipping on the wrap, I crawled on top of my girl, settling my weight on her and holding her face with my hands.

“Are you sure?” I asked earnestly, staring deep into her eyes.

“Yes,” she replied, without hesitation, though her green orbs were still dazed from her orgasm. “I want you. The thought of you leaving without this kills me, John.”

I tucked a hand under her knee, pulling her leg up and over my hip. “I’ll go slow, baby.”

“What if I don’t want you to?” she whispered.

The corner of my mouth hitched. “I’ll still go slow because the thought of hurting you is like stabbing a knife through my own heart, Duchess. It’s unbearable.”

Slowly, I pushed my hips forward, moaning as I met the tight, wet warmth of her pussy. The need to surge inside her wasalmost overwhelming, but I clenched my jaw and counted to ten, trying to take my mind off the snugness of her heated core.

Sex, for me, had always been a physical act—a way to let loose and use up the surplus energy that being a young man gave me. But with Elise, it was more. My heart was involved, and in that moment, I’d never been closer to any other human in my life.

As I pushed my cock deeper inside my woman, one slow, agonizing inch at a time, I almost heard the air crackle in my ears. It was as if the world around us had shrunk until we were the only people in existence, the only people who mattered.

After what seemed like an hour, but was probably only a minute, my cock was finally fully seated inside her. I lowered my face and kissed Elise softly. “I love you, Duchess, heart and soul.” My voice, usually deep, came out strangled. The urge to tip her pelvis up and slam inside her was so strong that I consciously had to hold myself back.

It was as if she could feel my struggle because Leesy’s hand slid across my ass before she pulled me deeper inside her. “Please, John. I need you to move.”

I couldn’t have stayed still if I wanted to. Gently, I pulled out before sinking my cock deep inside her again, slowly repeating the action over and over.

“Am I hurting you?” I gritted out.

“A little,” she said with a whimper. “But it’s a different pain. A good pain.”

“Baby.” I buried my face in her throat as I thrust gently into her wet heat. “You feel so amazing, so fuckin’ tight. It’s never been like this for me. I dunno how long I can last.”

Elise’s eyes softened. “I don’t need you to last, John. You made me feel good already. It’s okay.”

It had been years since I’d had sex, and even then, it was nowhere near as beautiful as having Elise underneath me. That may have been why I couldn’t hold anything back from her. Afteryears of meaningless sex and using women to let off steam, I finally had something good and honest.

Resting my forehead against hers, my throat went tight. “Most beautiful girl I’ve ever seen.” I circled my hips, slowly grinding my cock inside her snug pussy, and moaned as a tell-tale tingle spread across my lower spine.

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