by Flint, Ember
And fine, my rational self is talking my ear off, screaming I’m nuts, but I don’t care.
I want her. I want this and even more crazy than that: I know she wants it too; she wants it all.
My mind drifts back to the feel of her under me, around me, of my cum marking her soft belly, the inside of her thighs and her glistening, soft, sweet pussy lips and I feel myself harden.
—*—
As soon as I spot her, standing near the bed, I’m on her, her book falling on the floor with a thud, our lips meeting in a punishing kiss so hot my cock starts to leak for her.
She makes this delicious cooing sound in the back of her delicate throat as I drive my tongue in her mouth and it makes my balls draw up already.
Shit, I need to slow down.
This is too important. She is too important: I can’t fuck this up and if I don’t stop I know I will mangle this.
“God, Sterling! I want you so much, so much,” she mewls, driving me even more crazy than I already am.
I try to break the kiss, but my little bombshell must be as worked up as I am because she’s not ready to let me go, her legs fastened tight around my waist.
Fuck, when did I pick her up?
I bite her lower lip and she moans my name, letting go of my tongue and hardening my dick even further.
I trail kisses down the column of her neck, trying to keep calm, but I want her so much I don’t know If I can trust myself right now.
“Cora, love, we need to talk a bit first.”
“Talk? Now? Later, Ster, we can talk later,” she whispers fervently, her voice all shaky as she delivers searing open-mouthed kisses to my neck and the upper portion of my chest, her little hands getting busy discovering more and more of my skin.
I shake my head, trying to clear it from the fog of lust that always comes down on me when I’m around her and I bring her with me on the bed until we’re both lying down.
I grasp her hands in mine, bringing them both up to my lips for a kiss. “We really need to, love…”
I see her beautiful blue eyes fill with panic, her face going pale. “You don’t want this anymore?” she asks, her voice low.
And now I want to really kick my own arse. How it is that even when I try to do the right thing I always fuck up when it comes to her?
I kiss her temple, my hands letting go of hers to stroke her lower back until I feel her relax against me again. “No, sweetheart, it’s not that. I want this, you… I really do, trust me.”
She lets go of a shaky, ragged breath that tugs at my heart. “What do you want to talk about?”
“Us, love. I just wanted to tell you that you mean the world to me. I don’t know how you could get in my heart so fast, but you’re there.”
I see tears brighten her eyes as she smiles up at me. “Oh Ster I—”
I stop her words with my lips. I need to get all I have to say out fast, because I need her to understand how things are going to be.
“Cora if we do this, if you give yourself to me there will be no going back. Do you understand what I mean?”
“I do.” She nods even if I’m pretty sure I’m not making much sense as agitated and aroused as I am.
“You want what I want,” she says softly.
“And what do you want?” I ask, my lips coming down on hers again, my hands stroking her unruly, copper curls away from her lovely face.
“I want to be with you always.”
She looks away, blushing so prettily it punches in my chest and in my balls at the same time. I want to own her, fuck her, protect her. I want everything and I want to give her everything that I am forever.
“Oh, love. You’re right then: I want the same thing and so much more… I’m going to take care of you always. You’re the most precious thing I’ve ever needed and I want you to be mine.”
She smiles at me, tears of happiness running down her rosy cheeks. “I am yours, Sterling, I’ve been since the moment I saw you all those years ago, but are you mine?”
I kiss her fiercely until we gasp for air. “I am, my little bombshell, and I always will be. I’m never letting you go. I mean it.”
She hugs me to herself more closely. “I don’t want you to, love. I never could.”
Okay, this should be enough for me, but it’s not. Maybe I’m pushing it, but fuck it: if she’s going to be mine, she might as well get used to it.
“Cora, I’m a greedy bastard when it comes to you. I’m not happy with just having you, I want it all.”
She frowns in confusion. “All of what?”
I strip her little sundress off of her, my hands caressing the soft, cotton brassiere covering her generous, pillowy breasts.
“I’m going to make love to you and I’m not going to pull out. Ever. I wouldn’t want you to think it just happened when I do. I wanted you to know. I want you to want this, love.”
For a moment she just stares up at me, her expression one I cannot entirely read.
She seems surprised, of course, confused, apprehensive, but there’s something else in her eyes: something that makes me believe she really might feel the same way.
“Ster, I’m not on the pill…” she says, blushing even redder than before.
Fuck, she’s so fucking adorable when she blushes.
I feel like wrapping her up and holding her to my chest forever and at the same time I want to ravish her, make her scream my name.
I stroke her soft cheek. “I don’t care.”
She looks up at me in complete understanding, her hands squeezing my arms. “You mean you want us to have a—?”
I don’t let her finish, ripping her panties off her delectable, curvy body and growling a ‘Yesss’ on her lips.
Chapter 10
CORA
Oh God, I want him —this — so much, I’m losing my mind.
I’ve never been so drenched in my life and I can feel my juices as they slide down my inner thighs.
“I need you, Sterling, I need you so much, so much,” I whimper, clutching him to my body.
He starts to disrobe, from time to time only using one hand, his other still busy kneading my now bare bottom and keeping me glued to his body.
He pins me further into the bed, his boxers discarded, his hard, demanding cock, slick with desire, jutting away from the nest of curls at the base of the large stalk and bobbing and jerking against my hot skin.
“Spread your legs wider, love,” he commands and his voice all husk and smoke makes my pussy clench on emptiness.
I eagerly comply, barely recognizing myself.
I would have never imagined I could act this wantonly with a man, especially one so much older than me, but here I am moaning for him, pushing my center into his hardness and feeling more myself than I have ever been.
Sterling’s thumb wanders between my wet folds and then roughly dips in my slit, making me moan his name, my back coming off the bed at the simple contact.
He starts drawing fast, slippery circles on my nub and I feel myself arch against him even more.
His other hand comes down on one of my hips, clutching possessively as he stares down at me.
“This is going to hurt, my sweet, I’m sorry. I’ll do my best, but there’s no use in lying to you: I’m too big for this not to bring you some discomfort.”
“I don’t care. I want you inside me, Sterling.”
I bring his head down on mine, making him curve over me and I kiss him as hard as I can.
He breaks the kiss grunting my name and I feel his large, erect cock drip hot pre-cum on my mound.
“I’ll make it up to you, I promise,” he assures, caressing my hip, his fervent gaze telling me he means every word.
I smile at him trustingly. “I know, love.”
He grins and I could swear there’s moisture gathering at the corners of his eyes. “Damn, it fucks me up so good when you call me that, my little bombshell: never stop.”
He kisses me again, his fingers still playing between my pussy lips and driving even more wetness out of me.
“I’m going to go slow, sweetheart, but I won’t stop. You just have to relax and breathe and take every inch of my big hard cock inside you while I make us one, okay?”
“Yes, yes,” I moan, my legs tightening around his waist, my lips against his throat.
“Oh, God, please Sterling, please!” I whimper at his dirty-sweet words, writhing under his muscular body as a fire like I’ve never known starts to burn and sizzle in my lower belly, my eyes fluttering shut while pleasure swamps my core.
“That’s perfect, Cora, keep coming like this and you’ll really be able to take me all the way in,” he croons, pulling my hips even closer to his, his large, tense body covering mine.
I strain my neck, trying to look down between us and I see his hand wind around the base of his hard erection. He brings it firmly between my soaked lips and pushes the head against my clit, tapping it a couple of times and making my pussy contract and gush some more, a moan leaving my throat.
“Damn, you’re bloody spectacular when you come. I can’t wait to feel it with my cock.”
“Sterling, please,” I beg again. “I don’t want to wait anymore. Come inside me.”
He nods and without saying a word starts to move the head of his cock past my slit, his hot, hard flesh parting mine and making me stretch at the delicious intrusion.
“Fuck!” he hisses, clasping my body to his as his cock sinks a couple of inches more inside of me and I already feel some of his hot essence shoot into me.
I try to relax like he told me to, but the feel of him entering me is too much as his big erection slowly makes his way inside my little channel, forcing my walls open for him.
“Damn, you’re so fucking tight, so tight, perfect, you’re perfect, love,” he husks against my neck, his hot breath tickling my skin.
I feel him stop at my barrier and we lock eyes.
“You ready?” he asks and I feel one of his fingers start to strum my clit again.
I nod on a moan, biting my lower lips, my body tightening around his as he breaks through my virginity, sheathing his length completely inside of me.
I feel the slap of his balls against my ass and I instinctively arch into his thrust, making him throw his head back and grunt my name brokenly as pain stings in my core.
“Dammit, Cora, don’t move, sweetheart! You’ll make me go too fast… I don’t want to hurt you even more.”
I feel him pet my clit again, his lips latching on one of my nipples, pleasure running in my core at the feel of his tongue and his fingers while I still stretch painfully around his hardness.
“The worst is over, love. Try to breathe and relax,” Sterling mumbles around my hard nipple, his hips glued to mine as the movements of his lower body come to a stop.
I look at his handsome, tense face, hovering over me as he tries to negate his instincts, holding still above me and I want him so much I feel like if he doesn’t do something soon I’ll burst into flames.
I know he’s just trying to be considerate right now and he wants to give my pussy the chance to get used to his size, but I feel like if he doesn’t start to move again I’ll lose my mind and I tell him as much, my hips driving against his, my legs cradling him closer and my hands pressing on his taut ass to bring him deeper inside.
“Fuck, Cora, wait!” he sighs, his voice all controlled passion and desperation for me. A desperation I can —and want to— to match stroke for stroke. “I’m trying not to fuck you through the bed, here, my sweet… have mercy!”
“You have mercy, love: I need you too much!”
I nip and lick the skin of his chest wherever I can reach making him jump and tense, his cock growing even harder and bigger in my pussy.
He glides inside of me, cutting my breath and though I can still feel some pain with each and every one of his now forceful thrusts I finally feel complete.
I’m so happy at the connection I feel tears of joy in my eyes.
I use my muscles to squeeze his shaft inside of me further, wanting him to feel the connection even more.
“Shit!” he hisses, his hips pistoning faster as he plunges himself deeper, harder into me, igniting my most secret place with pleasure.
“You’re so snug, so tight, you’re going to strangle the cum out of me.”
“That’s exactly what I want, Sterling. Make us come, bring us closer,” I moan.
He caresses the side of my face. “You waited for me, love, you wanted me to be your first and last. I want to make this perfect for you.”
“It already is, Sterling, it is: it could never be anything but perfect with you.”
I bring his head up from my breast to my mouth and I push my tongue past his lips.
He breaks the kiss and starts to really go to town on me: his cock really slamming into me, his thrusts becoming more and more erratic with every sigh and grunt that leaves his lips.
“You’re mine, always!” he grits through clenched teeth as he pounds me harder, pinning me closer under him and to the bed, the headboard thumping in tandem with the force of his penetration, my body burning for him.
I start to move faster, meeting his every thrust and he grabs my hips to help me keep his tempo, fucking into me like a man possessed in long, thick strokes, the pleasure making my eyes roll back into my head, more liquid heat gushing around his cock as he once more presses the tip of one finger to my clit, making my body quiver, a moan ripping from my throat as I start to really see stars.
“I’m going to—” he grunts, speeding up his glide even more.
“Harder, Sterling, harder!” I hear myself beg, my hands clutching his lower back, my nails digging into his sweaty, hot skin.
“Come, love, come with me,” he whispers earnestly on my lips and I let go: my body and heart trembling in pleasure as the orgasm rolls over me in foggy waves of lust as I clench around his driving hardness even more, making him gasp.
I feel him go rigid on top of me and he pumps hard and long one final time in my pussy holding himself deep as he spills inside of me in a never-ending jet that singes my walls; a sexy, hoarse, guttural groan of pleasure that I feel into my soul leaves his chest before he collapses on top of me, our bodies a shivering mess.
—*—
I wake up feeling, groggy, deliciously sore and inordinately proud of myself and I smile, nuzzling my nose into the smattering of hair on Sterling’s hard chest, taking a big, satisfying whiff of his manly scent, mixed with my own, the sex we shared and our sweat.
We have spent I don’t know how many hours in this bed, fucking each other’s brains out and I loved every single minute of it, no matter how bone-tired I feel right now or how funny I’m going to walk for the next few days.
God, I can’t believe we really decided to forgo protection completely.
It felt like it made perfect sense while I was under him and I wish I could persuade myself it was stupid now that the arousal-induced heat has slightly cooled off, but I can’t.
It’s crazy, I know.
I’m twenty-one and I have a million projects and things I need and want to do and a baby could change all that, but I still want this for us.
“And what has you smiling like that, bombshell?” Sterling asks with a little smirk playing on his lips.
I give him a small kiss on one of his pecs and look up at him, feeling suddenly shy no matter how much we have shared.
“I’m just happy,” I mumble, clinging to him.
I feel his own arms coming around me and my smile gets bigger.
I know how I feel and what I want, but I have to make sure he really feels the same way, the last thing I want is for him to feel like he’s trapped if he changed his mind: I love him too much to force him into anything. Though I’m not sure of how could I make myself ever let go.
“Cora?”
I pull away a little, crad
ling the crumpled, messy sheets to my chest and look up at him. “I was thinking about what you said before… and then also while we…” I trail off, pretending to be busy combing my curls into some semblance of order.
Sterling’s expression hardens a little. “You’re not having second thoughts, are you?”
I shake my head. “No, I was thinking you were maybe, ‘cause… you know… this is crazy.”
He chuckles. “It is, totally, but I really want this, love.”
I smile so big it hurts. “Me too.”
“Well, then,” he murmurs onto my neck, pulling me back to him and tugging at the sheet covering my breasts until it pools around my hips.
“Sterling, this is serious. We should really discuss this.”
He rolls his eyes. “Now you want to talk? Isn’t it slightly too late?”
“There’s the morning after pill, you know…”
He glares at me. “Fuck me if I’m let you anywhere near that shit. I want you pregnant Cora, I really do.”
I narrow my eyes at him. “You want me pregnant or you want a baby with me?” I ask.
He purses his lips. “It’s not the same thing?”
I shake my head, taking one of his large hands in mine. “You know it’s not.”
He chuckles. “You really are getting too good at reading me, my little bombshell, and fine you’re right: it’s not the same thing, I suppose, but it doesn’t really matter if—”
“Of course it does! We can’t have a baby just because you feel possessive of me, Sterling,” I interrupt, letting go of his hand.
He sits up, again entwining our fingers together. “Wait a second Miss-Jump-the-Gun, can’t I finish talking before you start with the glowering and the nagging?”
I slap the side of his head, indignant. “I don’t nag!”
He laughs, hugging me. “Love, I feel possessive of you, yes… I won’t deny it. Inexplicably, there’s this big part of my ego that feels like if I get you round with my baby you’re mine forever, but that’s not why I want to have a baby, our baby. Before you so rudely interrupted me, I was going to tell you that it didn’t matter because both things were true for me: I want you to be mine, yes… but I also want to have a life with you and I don’t want to wait for that life to start, does it make sense?”