by Golden Angel
His hips pushed forward automatically, his blunt head pushing into her body and both of them cried out. Immediately he stopped his movement, and Kerry almost growled in frustration. All the anticipation during the soccer game, the foreplay, and his teasing mouth had her wild with need. Although the sensation of having part of him inside of her felt a little strange, so hot and unyielding and somehow significantly different from a vibrator, she wanted more of it.
Pushing her hips up, she felt another inch of him slide into her and they both groaned in unison. Derrick was practically sweating with the need to control his urges, not wanting to hurt her.
“Are you okay?” he asked, slightly worried that he was interpreting her groan as passionate when really it was pain.
“Yes,” she replied, her legs wrapping around his thighs to try and pull him further in. “It feels like… stretching. Like I’m stretching around you. It’s strange but it doesn’t really hurt. Keep going. Please.”
Only slightly reassured, Derrick nodded and lowered his mouth to kiss her. Pressing forward into her slick walls, he thought he might die from the exquisite sensation of her warm, wet, tight sheathe. Fortunately she’d lost her hymen a long time to go so there wasn’t that pain to deal with and she was quickly adjusting to the way he felt inside of her. It was an uncomfortably pleasurable stretching, strange and exciting. She could feel him pulsing and twitching inside of her, strangely soft and yet incredibly firm. Clenching her muscles around him, wanting to get a better feel of the way he felt inside of her, Kerry groaned with how good it felt.
Her moan was matched by his as her soft walls molded around his cock, grasping every inch of him. With one determined thrust he buried himself the rest of the way inside of her, her hips arching up to meet him as he took the final plunge. They gasped and held each other close, savoring the moment of having him fully sheathed inside of her. Kerry was grateful for the momentary pause as her pussy adjusted to this large intruder, so much wider and longer than any toy she’d ever played with. The way he lay on top of her made his groin press against her clit and she felt it itching with need. Unfortunately Derrick was still holding himself in place, trying to control the urge to immediately cum.
Frustrated with his lack of movement, Kerry began to move beneath him, her hips thrusting and her pussy clenching. The movements seemed strange and yet familiar at the same time. Derrick groaned as she undulated beneath him, sliding his arms under her shoulders, his body beginning its own rhythmic thrusting in a dance as old as time.
They began slowly, as if testing the limits of each other’s bodies, but as their passion grew higher they began to move faster, harder. Kerry spread her thighs wider, wrapping her legs around his waist and her arms around his shoulders, nails digging into his flesh as his dick parted her pussy lips. She rubbed herself against him, her clit scraping against the curly hair of his groin, every time he pressed home. For his part, Derrick thrilled to her enthusiastic responses and the way her pussy felt as it convulsed around him every time he pressed directly against her clit.
Burying himself completely inside of her, he rubbed his hips up and down, an erotic grinding that cause his dick to stir her insides as he rubbed against her clit and pussy lips. Kerry cried out, clutching at him as these new sensations nearly sent her over the edge. Derrick’s hands gripped her hips, holding her in place and at his mercy as he pleasured her. Then he had to pull away, gasping, and slowing his pace to keep himself from cumming.
But Kerry was so close to her climax that she didn’t want it slow; she wanted him to take her, hard and mercilessly. An inner instinct prompted her and as he tried to slow his thrusts, she pulled his head down and bit down on the muscle between his neck and his shoulder. Despite his hold on her hips, she managed to bump and grind beneath him, her inner muscles gripping him like a vice.
With a wild cry Derrick gave in to her body’s promptings and let himself go, pounding at her as she begged him for more. The rough plunging strokes of his cock speared her as she went rigid against him, her muscles tightening all over her body as pleasure spiraled outwards from her center. Kerry’s back arched and she cried out his name, nails digging into her shoulders.
Her insides massaged his cock, wrapping around him and squeezing before releasing over and over again. Pulling her even closer against him he ground his groin into hers, losing his breath at the intense ecstasy of her pussy convulsing around him in orgasmic bliss. With a low groan he felt himself swelling inside of her, pressing outwards against her clutching walls. Kerry quivered and wailed as he began to spurt inside of her, her nails scratching at his back as her orgasm sent her higher and higher into rapture, burning her upside. Holding her tightly, Derrick kept his body pressed firmly against hers as he followed her into sweet release.
“Derrick…” Kerry whispered his name in a sigh as she held him against her.
Burying his face between her neck and shoulder, Derrick pressed tiny kisses against her skin. “That was amazing.”
“You’re not kidding,” she said with a laugh. Fingers stroked through his hair and down his neck, almost reverently, caressing him.
“Kerry…” he said and then hesitated as he searched for the right words. She looked up at him, the expression of utter trust and adoration deciding him. “I think I’m falling in love with you.”
“Oh thank god,” she replied, catching him off-guard. Then she giggled as she saw the consternation on his face. “I thought I was the only one.”
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Of course when Janice and Missy tried to take credit for Kerry and Derrick’s new relationship, they were good friends and didn’t tell everyone how utterly ridiculous that was.
About the Author
About me? Right… I’m a writer, I should be able to do that, right?
I’m a happily married young woman, no kids so far, and I like tater tots, small fuzzy animals, naming my plants, hiking, reading, writing, sexy time, naked time, shirtless o’clock, anything sparkly or shiny, and weirding people out with my OCD food habits.
I believe in Happy Endings. And fairies. And Santa Claus. Because without a little magic, what’s the point of living?
I write because I must. I live in several different worlds at any given moment. And I wouldn’t have it any other way.
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