Page 11 of Red's Peril: Part 1

My eyes glance at her bra, then up to meet hers, and my mouth twists in a grin. She reads my unspoken question, reaches behind her and undoes the clasp. The offending item drops, revealing her breasts to my eyes. They’re goddamn fucking perfect, teardrop-shaped orbs topped with dusty pink nipples.

I push her back to the bed. With one arm behind her, I help her down, encouraging her to shuffle back until her head meets the pillow. Lowering my body, I pause to take her lips once more, before dropping my head and feasting on those nipples which have already formed peaks. Her hands come between us. She’s touching me, learning the contours of my body just as I’m learning hers.

My cock is swollen and uncomfortable in my jeans, but I make no move to free it. If I’ve learned anything in my previous encounters, it’s that the woman should always come first. I know if I let it out to play this early, my years of abstinence will mean it will be over too fast.

I let my hand wander, making short work of the button and zipper on her jeans, then I slide my fingers inside her panties, and reach down to her clit, that bundle of nerves I’d ignored the first time I’d ever had sex. That, I remember with embarrassment, knowing I’d left my equally naïve partner unsatisfied, and remained in ignorance until I was schooled on the omission by a girl who was more direct and unashamed to give me pointers on what a woman needs.

I now pride myself on knowing I should scoop up the copious moisture she’s produced, use it for lubrication, then find which moves work best—a circling around, direct pressure on it, or a strumming effect. It takes me a moment, and a few wriggles from Cheryl, as well as a couple of instructions;up a bit, down… oh yeah, right there.

Obeying her guidance, I grin as I feel her muscles start to tense. I redouble my efforts and shortly am rewarded by her drawing in a breath, going rock still, then a cry comes out of her mouth as her body jerks.I made her do that.A man’s pride settles in me as I continue to let my fingers move, gently bringing her down, feeling her muscles continue to spasm.

It’s my turn.Leaving her panting, trying to catch her breath, I move off the bed, toe off my boots and slide my jeans down over my hips. She’s watching me intently, licking her lips, the sight making me groan. Without waiting for me to do it for her, she sits up, tugging her own pants down and off her legs, taking her panties down with them.

I draw in air.She’s fucking beautiful.A natural blonde, I notice. Her pubes are only a fraction darker than her sun-bleached hair.

As I can’t tear my eyes away, a little coy, she lies back and presses her legs together. I let myself drop on top of her, breaking my fall by bracing myself on my forearms. Then, using just one arm to support me, I move the other down.

Now I’m no longer staring at her there, she raises her knees and parts her thighs, making a cradle for me in between them.

“You ready for me, darlin’?”

“Red.” My name is all she says, but her tone is half-chiding, as though asking why I’m waiting. She adds in a wriggle for encouragement.

With that permission, I line myself up, and start pushing forward. She’s tight, and it takes work. My brow is creased in concentration, and glancing at her, so is hers. But I make way by pushing and retreating until I’m completely inside. She feels fucking amazing, better than any of the girls I remember having before. We’re a good fit, and I can feel her muscles rippling as she tightens her Kegels.

I start to move in and out, commencing slowly, then speeding up. She makes encouraging noises and pushes back against me. I think she’s enjoying it, but know from my previous experience that a lot of women enjoy the closeness, but don’t necessarily get off from the invasion of a cock.

“Yes,” she cries out, spurring me on.

I’m panting, sweat dripping off me, and a tingling starts in my spine. “I’m coming,” I warn her.

“Yes,” she gasps out again.

I can no more stop coming inside her than I could halt an oncoming train. I lose rhythm as cum shoots out of my cock, flooding into her. I press myself in deep, holding myself inside her, my head rolling back as I let the sensations fill me and inadvertently growl.Christ, that was good.In fact, it was perfect.

As my cock deflates and I roll off her, pulling her into my side, I feel our combined juices leaking onto the bed. I sigh with satisfaction and plant a kiss to the top of her head.

She takes hold of my hand, writhing against me, and pleads softly, “I need your fingers.”

Ah, I realise, as I manually help her reach the peak that had evaded her before. Our mouths meld together as I make sure she’s satisfied. After that, she waves toward the bathroom. When I give an understanding nod, she goes to clean up, then I use the facilities after her.

Staring into the mirror over the basin, I shake my head.That was too good.I clench my fists.I am not going to get addicted to her pussy.I renew my vow that in the morning, I’ll get back onto the road.

“You’re amazing, Red,” she tells me softly when I return to bed.

What man wouldn’t preen at that pronouncement?

“So are you,” I reciprocate truthfully. “You gonna stay the night, or you need me to get you home?”

She smiles sweetly. “I can stay, if that’s okay?”

“Sure it is,” I reply, again totally honest. I’m certainly up for doing that again.

As I lie back down beside her, I try to stifle a yawn, but I can’t. The long ride, the good sex, and I’m sorry to say, I drop off.

When I awake, I take advantage of the naked body lying beside me, my cock once again gets its relief—after I make sure she comes, of course—and once again I fall back asleep.

When dawn breaks through the flimsy curtains, I yawn. Feeling the warmth of her body, I realise it’s the first time in my life I’ve woken with another body in my bed. I smile, knowing how much I like it, then frown, realising nothing will come of it and sit up.Best get this day started.Goodbyes are better said fast than drawn out.

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