As we kiss, I walk her backward toward her bedroom, never breaking contact with her soft, yielding lips. My hands roam her body, mapping every curve and hollow, committing them to memory. Her fingers dig into my shoulders, urging me closer, and I'm powerless to resist.
We fall onto the bed, a tangled mess of limbs and clothes, and I take a moment to simply drink her in. The moonlight streaming through the window casts a silvery glow on her skin, highlighting the flush that rises to her cheeks as she gazes up at me with a mix of desire and trepidation.
"Are you sure? Because Valerie, when you give yourself to me this time, there's no more running. You're mine forever, baby. I won't be able to let you go," I warn her, my voice heavy with need but unwilling to take this step without her complete consent.
She nods, her eyes never leaving mine. "Yes, Van. I want this. I want you."
And that's all I need to hear. I crash my lips down onto hers as I begin stripping her clothing off her.
Her skin is warm and soft beneath my fingertips, and I kiss every inch of it as it is exposed to my hungry gaze.
I leave her in her underwear and kneel before her, taking her knees in my hands and spreading her legs. Her breath catches in her throat as I run my tongue along the edge of her lacy panties, the delicate fabric damp from the nectar of her arousal. I tug at the crotch, pulling them down her long, toned legs and discarding them on the floor.
As I feast my eyes on her bare flesh, she whimpers, a small mewling sound that makes me throb with desire. I can see her moisture coating her delicate, pouty lips, and I want nothing more than to taste her. She tosses her head back, and her long hair makes a matted tangle as it falls over her slim shoulders. Her chest heaves as she pants, her breasts thrusting forward, begging for my touch.
I wrap my fingers around her thighs and pull her to the edge of the bed, keeping her spread wide open for my eyes. She watches me as I bend my head and trail my tongue along her exposed core, lapping up her sweet juices as they spill out of her. Fuck me...The taste of her is intoxicating, and I can't get enough.
She begins to writhe beneath my tongue, and I grab her hips, holding her steady. I nibble at her swollen clit, and she cries out, her back arching. I push my tongue into her opening and groan as I realize she's soaking wet and hungry for me.
I slide my fingers inside of her and she moans, rocking her hips back and forth as I alternate between licking and sucking her clit. My cock is aching and leaking at the sight of her pleasure, and for a moment I consider simply sliding my cock along her clit until she comes.
After another moment, I decide against it. I want to be inside her when I make her come undone.
God, I can't fucking wait.
Valerie cries out as I find her sweet spot, stroking her swollen bud until she becomes a writhing, squirming mess. Her cries become louder as I increase my speed, unable to stop myself from seeking my own pleasure at the sight of her succumbing to mine. She throws her head back, her hair tumbling over her shoulders and her eyes squeezed shut. A low guttural moan escapes her parted lips as she throws her head back and her hips buck beneath me.
"Van, yes! Oh God, yes!" she cries.
I redouble my efforts, my own cock throbbing as I feel her inner walls gripping my fingers. I can't control myself anymore, and I begin to stroke myself as I continue to taste her. Her juices dribble down my chin and I wipe them away, wrapping my other hand around her thigh and lifting her leg over my shoulder.
I slide my fingers free of her and push the head of my cock inside her, groaning at the feeling of her tight, wet heat. She cries out as I push deeper, her nails digging into the bed as she struggles to stay quiet. I bury myself deep inside her and pause, waiting for her to adjust to my size.
"Christ, you feel so fucking good," I pant, marveling at the way her hot, tight opening squeezes around my cock.
I begin to stroke, moving inside her in short, shallow thrusts. I push deeper until I can feel her cervix pressing against me, she arches her back and cries out.
I take it as permission to continue.
"Let me hear you," I whisper, my cock twitching as I pull back and stroke in long, slow thrusts, deeper than before. She cries out, her eyes still squeezed shut and her back arching as she bucks her hips against me. My fingers dig into her thighs as I struggle to hold back my own release.
She writhes beneath me, moving her hips in a circular motion to match mine. She can't take her hands off of me, and I grab her wrists, pinning them above her head as I fuck her.
"Yes, Van, please!" she cries, her voice barely above a whisper. Her hips buck beneath me, her face flushed as she feels her own orgasm begin to build.
I can feel her inner walls clenching around me, and I begin to thrust faster, unable to hold back any longer. My balls tighten as they begin to draw up, and I struggle to stave off my own release as her nails dig into my back. Her cries are louder now, and I can't tell if she's trying to bite them back or if she can't help herself.
"You're mine, Valerie," I pant. "Every beautiful inch of you. I want to put a baby in your belly and make sure everyone knows who you belong to."
Valerie's shocked gasp only turns me on more. That coupled with the thought of seeing her belly swollen with my child is enough to send me over the edge.
Her pussy flutters around me. "You like that, baby? You like the thought of me breeding you?"
"Van!" Valerie finally screams my name as she comes undone.
I lose my self-control, and I plunge into her one last time, holding myself deep inside her as I feel myself release inside her. My cock twitches as I fill her. She moans my name again, and I gasp, trying to catch my breath.
I collapse beside her, wrapping my arms around her as she rolls onto her side to face me. Her eyes are wide, and her cheeks are flushed. I run my fingers through her hair, tucking it behind her ear and letting my fingers linger along her cheek.