Page 11 of Rowdy and Willing

His naked body is pressed against mine, and another powerful kiss between us leads to more. His cock rubs against my thigh, and I reach down and wrap my fingers around it, urging him toward my slit. I always wanted him to be my first, I realized tonight. I was just too much of a coward to admit it, let alone ask for it.

Williams does not deny me, his hard cock poking at my folds, finding its way to where it needs to go. He rubs my clit gently as he starts to push himself in, the sudden and powerful rush of entering me so intense. I gasp as I feel him overcome me, fill me so completely. The intense friction of my sex and his so intertwined, rubbing together, tickling me and making me want so much more.

It’s all so painless, it’s all so much greater than I ever imagined. There was always a part of me that feared my first time would be terrible, a let-down, painful like movies and TV taught me it could be. But Williams will never hurt me, and this is no exception to the rule.

“You’re so tight. So perfect. Why did we wait so long, Windy?”

It’s a question that I struggle to answer, my previous excuses seeming so pathetic in retrospect.

Soon, I’m moaning from him, the simple rhythm of him fucking me, of him rocking back and forth and shaking my entire form with each and every penetration. As I settle in, I go with the flow, I buck into him, meeting each and every thrust of his cock into me, leaving me singing for him so quickly. It’s so intense, better than even the beautiful tongue lashing he gave me earlier.

We set such a beautiful motion with one another, sliding into one another again and again, me crying out for him, my arms and legs wrapped around him, clawing my nails down his back. He just groans with pleasure and keeps fucking me.

A steady building tide rises inside of me, and I’m sure he feels the same. The feeling is so goddamn immense, and I’m trembling with need to ride it through. If he were to stop now, I would hate him forever, but thankfully, I can see in his eyes that stopping is the absolute last thing on his mind.

Faster and faster the tide rises, and soon I’m going to be beautifully drowning in it. I can’t wait, urging him on, telling him I want more and more in what’s likely completely incoherent language. He understands it though, rubbing my clit with each and every thrust of his cock, filling me to the absolute brim, testing my physical limits.

I feel like any little thrust will be enough to get me screaming at the top of my lungs. And when I let go? Goddamn.

It’s everything I expect and more.

My entire form is ignited with absolute bliss, searing pleasure all the way through me. Williams is right there with me, thrusting slower but still powerfully, until he erupts inside me, the tightness of my sex leaving him unable to resist any longer. The heat inside me adds to the pleasurable blend of sensations washing over me, and I’m left fucked silly and just smiling about the whole thing.

He lies next to me, holding me close, holding me tight. He’s never going to let me go, that much I’m sure of.

“We can’t go back, can we?” he says.

“I don’t think so. Not when we know this is waiting for us.”

“We were so afraid of ruining our friendship. Well, we’ve crossed that bridge. Now I guess we gotta work on making it a proper relationship. I don’t want to ever lose you, Windy.”

“I’m not going anywhere. I need you, Williams. Always and forever.”

I don’t know how this will change things between us. But with how intent and sincere he’s always been? I can’t help thinking those changes will be for the better.

“We can work on our project tomorrow, you think?” he asks, briefly floating back to the real world from our orgasmic wonderland. “We got time, right?”

“Yeah. We got time. I have all the time in the world for you, Williams. For work... and for play.”

He laughs and places one more kiss on me.

7

WILLIAMS

Our project is complete and the meeting has been arranged. Windy and her father, Bob, join me in an SUV with our prototypes in the back and we begin our interstate journey.

We don’t know how to reflect the sudden change in our status to others just yet, so Windy and I have to keep our hands off one another during the trip.

Which is harder than I expected.

We roll up to a garage in Utah at last. It looks kind of dusty, but we want some vehicles to demonstrate the potential of what Windy and I created.

It’ll need a bit more extensive testing, but we’re certain that we’ve created something that’ll save time and money if applied to most motor vehicles.

“Here we are,” Bob says. “Remember. Watch your language. He’s a bit of a stickler for that sort of thing. He wants to make sure you’re on the same moral ground as he is.”

“I can already say we fucking aren’t if that’s a big deal for him,” I reply.

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