Page 42 of Spiralling Skywards
“Amazing, fan-fucking-tastic is what it feels like. I just want it to feel that way a little bit longer.”
I kissed her forehead and then her nose, hopefully reassuring her that she was doing great.
“I’m gonna take off your knickers, you all right with that?”
Her answer was to lift her hips, so I pulled them down and lifted each of her legs out of them, I then did the same with my jocks so that we were both naked. I looked at her face to try to gauge her reaction, assuming that if she’d never been naked in front of a bloke before, then she’d probably never really seen a dick. Mine was in no way a monster, but I didn’t want her being scared of it regardless. Instead what I saw was Sarah licking her lips.
“Fuck me, baby. Don’t look at my dick and do that. Please give me some help not to blow my load before I reach the goal.” I groaned. She giggled. That was until I leant forward and took her nipple between my teeth, then we were back to the moaning and the grinding.
I’d planned to do so many things to her that very first time but neither of us could hold back. We were both desperate for release. I wanted to taste her so badly, but I knew one swipe of my tongue wouldn’t be enough for either of us, and I wanted to feel her come around my cock our first time together.
I knew that she was wet, I could feel her all over me, but I didn’t wanna hurt her, so I sat back on my knees and swiped just one finger through her before pushing inside. She was incredibly tight and almost hit the ceiling when I pushed in a second finger, which made me chuckle.
“You like that? Didn’t hurt you did I?”
She shook her head but said, “Yes, yes I like that.”
I reached for the condom and opened the packet with my teeth. I switched my gaze from hers to concentrate on what I was doing, she did the same and watched me intently as I slid it over my dick.
“Bend your knees and open your legs for me, Sarah.”
I shifted forward. Holding my weight off her with my elbow, I used my hand to line myself up. I moved as slowly and gently inside her as I could. Stopping for a few seconds every time I sunk a little deeper. We didn’t break eye contact. I laced my fingers with hers at the side of her head and used my other hand to slide down over her waist and hip, then to lift her thigh up and over my hip to my back. This opened her up more, and I was able to slide in further, sink deeper into her tight heat. I groaned, I couldn’t not. I was fighting a losing battle against reacting to each and every sensation being inside of her drew out of me. I wanted to throw my head back, groan loud, and thrust inside her with force, instead I kissed her again. It was gentle at first, but as our hips moved against each other and gathered pace, our mouths and tongues probed more aggressively. Despite how tight she felt, she didn’t wince, not once did she look like she was in any kind of discomfort. We fit together perfectly, like she was made just for me.
Once I was buried inside her, she met me thrust for thrust.
Our eyes remained locked, our fingers laced together, our body’s rocking in a fluid motion. Her mouth fell open and her eyes widened at the same time as I felt her internal muscles tighten around me.
“Oh. Oh. Liam. Liam. Liam . . .”
My name was a mantra that she chanted over and over as she gave herself over to sensation. I got to watch and experience it all.
“I know, pretty girl, I know. Let it go, just let it go and let me watch you.”
She fell apart. I followed.
It was quick. It was intense. It changed my life.
As she took deep breaths afterwards and we both started to come down, I knew that it was more than bodily fluids that I’d just spilled inside her. She whispered my name as she held my face in her hands and rubbed her fingers over my stubble, and I knew that, in the same way that I’d absorbed every part of her earlier, I’d just poured my heart, soul, marrow, and my DNA into her that first night we made love. Everything that I was, she now owned, and I knew that I was home. Wherever she was, that was my home.
