Page 13 of Only Me
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Zeke
Never in all my life have I seen something as beautiful as Casey Hughes naked and sprawled out on the bed before me. I’d been in a damn frenzy to get her in this state, now that she is, I have no idea what to do.
I’ve never seen a girl completely naked before. Never. Not porn, not even in a regular old R rated movie. I’m more of a book guy. After leaving the compound and being disowned by my parents, I worked near constantly to support myself. When I wasn’t working, I was reading. Plus, it was hard to shake the voices of my mother and stepfather in my head saying I would go to hell for thinking impure thoughts. But looking at this angel laid out before me, I know nothing about this could be wrong or sinful.
I push up my glasses, eager to get a better look. Maybe I should have been studying up on women and sex because I have no fucking clue what to do now. There are so many luscious parts of her, where do I start? Her tits are round and heavy, sloping down and to the side slightly under their own weight. I want to pick them up in my hands, push them together and run my tongue down the groove they would make. Is that something people do?
My eyes continue down to her belly, her hips. I want to kiss her there too. Hold on tight to her hips when I put my dick inside her for the first time. I’ve already had a front-row viewing of her pussy, but even seeing it now, my dick nearly explodes in my pants. She’s puffy and pink and glistening with the moisture leaking from her body. My mouth waters wanting to lick up all that sweet nectar again.
The debate wages on in my brain right up until Casey’s legs move together, shielding the perfect sight from my eyes. Her arms cross over her chest and hide those luscious tits from me. I swing my eyes back to her face and find her bottom lip quivering and her eyes brimming with tears.
“What did I do wrong? Did I hurt you?” I inch forward on my knees, nauseous with the thought I might have caused her some sort of harm while I tore the clothes from her body.
“You’re just sitting there not talking. And you look, I don’t know, confused. Like you’re trying to figure out something about the way I look.” She reaches to the side, groping for the edge of the blanket. “I know I don’t look like the other girls at the club. That’s one of the reasons I’ve never gotten on stage to dance also because I’m completely uncoordinated. If you thought I’d look like them, I’m sorry to disappoint.”
Understanding dawns on me. I’d been sitting there like an idiot dazed by the sheer beauty of the woman I somehow only met today but already love so much. And she mistook my look of wonder for something else. “No.” I grab her wrists and pin them to the bed on either side of her body, looming over her. “Don’t cover yourself. You are the most amazing… the most gorgeous…” My mouth opens and closes searching for the right words. The perfect words to let her know exactly how much I treasure her, but instead a stream of nonsense rambling spills out. “You are the best thing I’ve ever seen in my life. I look at you, and I don’t know how I got this lucky. I don’t deserve you. I’m an uneducated construction worker that grew up sheltered from everything by hyper-religious parents. You’re this confident, curvy, beautiful creature with more knowledge of things like sex and men than I even know exists. I don’t want to disappoint you. Ever.”
Through my speech her body has relaxed by degrees, going pliant and warm beneath me. Her eyes are still watering, but they’re no longer glazed with sadness or uncertainty, but tenderness. Love. “I told you I’m a virgin too. I may know more about the parts and how they work, but being raised around a bunch of gay men and guys getting their rocks off in a strip club didn’t exactly give me a ton of opportunities at romance.” Her pale skin flushes and she squirms beneath me. “But, what you did in the office earlier was… mind-blowing. I think I’ll like everything you do to me.”
I give her most of my weight, letting her feel exactly the effect seeing her has on my body. “Feel that?”
She nods, biting her lip and the blush deepening to a rich crimson.
“I’m going to put this cock so deep inside you, you’ll forget we aren’t one person. You’ll walk around feeling me there for days. Is that what you want?” I rock against her, the barrier of my jeans and boxers doing nothing to lessen the impending orgasm building in my balls.
“Yes. Zeke, please.” She goes to move her hands, but because I still have her pinned, she can’t. For some reason, that little bit of struggle gets my blood pumping even harder. Her eyes go wide, and she presses her hips up, fighting my hold on her wrists a little more.
“You’ll get it, Spitfire. But when I decide it’s time.” I lean down, finally taking the kiss I’ve been thinking about since first seeing her. Hell, since first hearing her voice. It’s not a gentle thing. It’s rough and intense. I dive my tongue into her mouth, swallow her gasps and moans. It’s my first kiss, and I know I’ll remember this for the rest of my life. Not just because it’s my first, but because this is the beginning of the rest of my life.
I thought when I finally got around to talking to women, to having sex, I’d be shy and gentle. But Casey brings out my true self. The possessive, rough man inside that needs to hold his woman down and give her everything she needs. This can’t be right, this pulsing need to dominate. But beneath me, Casey’s eating it up, loving that my weight is holding her down. I can tell because her soaked little pussy has leaked all over my jeans.
Rearing back, so I’m sitting on my heels, I rip off my T-shirt and toss it to the side. Dropping my hands to my sides, I lean back a little farther, letting Casey see the body that will be at her disposal for pleasure or anything else she desires, for the rest of her life. I’m not cut like some men, I’ve never been able to afford a gym membership. But I run every day and do hard manual labor ten hours a day five days a week, so I’m no slouch either. Casey’s now free hands tremble as she runs them over the hard-packed muscles in my torso, up to the soft coating of hair over my pecs.
I can see why Casey had let self-doubt inch into her brain a few moments ago. Exposing yourself to the person you want to love you most is damn scary. But I can tell by her wide eyes and heaving breaths that she likes what she sees.
“Take my cock out.” I thrust my hips up slightly, giving her free access to the fly of my jeans.
“What?” She looks confused but trails her fingers down the center of my abs, following the smattering of hair that leads down into my pants.
“Open my pants and take my cock out. I want to watch the first time you hold a cock in your hand.” I twitch in my pants at just the thought of her soft hands wrapping around that hard piece of me that has been largely ignored my whole life.
With her bottom lip tucked between her teeth, Casey carefully unbuttons my jeans and slides the zipper down. She peels both sides of the denim away to reveal my black boxer briefs. My heart races as she grips the waistband of my underwear and drags them slowly, slowly, down until the part of me made specifically for her springs free, slapping against my abs.
“Holy guacamole,” she whispers under her breath, and I don't think I was meant to hear that.
But I did, and I can’t help but laugh, the extreme tension in the room breaking for a moment. “The first time you see my cock, and you sayholy guacamole? Man, I wish this was an appropriate story to tell our grandkids.”
She blushes and closes her eyes, but then she’s reaching for my cock, stroking over the head with her thumb, spreading my precum around the crown. “Sorry, you’re just so big, I’ve never seen one in real life before.” Her legs pulse against my legs where I’m holding them closed beneath me as if they’re already trying to make room for me. “I don’t think you’ll fit.”
Shit. I hadn’t thought of that. The last thing I want to do is make this painful for her. The little I was told about sex growing up was that the women didn’t like it, it was just part of their duty to their husbands. But that thought burns in my brain, making me hate the man who pretended to be my father all those years even more. Because I know now, if you truly love the woman you are with, you’d do anything to spare them discomfort, including ignoring your own needs.
“Don’t worry. We don’t have to do that if you don’t want to.” I slide down her body, bringing my face to her pussy, still a little puffy from my time worshipping it earlier. “I can lick you forever, and I’d die a happy man.”
Just as I’m slinging her legs over my shoulders, Casey threads her fingers through my hair and starts yanking on it, trying to pull my mouth away from her weeping sex. “No, Zeke, I want you inside me. Need you there. I know it might hurt a little. But I think it will feel amazing then. After the pain.”
I groan, rubbing my face in the crease where her leg meets her body. “I hate the thought of you hurting. Whether by me or someone else. I don’t know that I can do that to you, as much as I want to be inside you.”
