Page 55 of Sweet Girl
Chapter Eighteen
Van
Tight.
She’s so fucking tight. And wet. Holy shit, I might lose a nut right this second.
I suck in a deep breath, as I slide back out of her to the tip, getting ready to plunge right back in. Instead, I take a moment to look down at my cock first, which is sopping wet. The image, along with the incredible feeling of being buried deep inside Kylah, has my balls drawing up tight, ready to blow.
I need to slow my roll, otherwise this will be one quick fuck, which under normal circumstances might be fine, but this is my first time with Kylah. It feels like something I need to savor and appreciate.
My eyes linger at the erotic image of our joined bodies before trailing up her stomach to her chest. I land on her breasts, which heave in and out, pushing air out of her lungs in quick succession. I suck a nipple into my mouth, slicking my tongue over her tit before releasing it from my suction. I glance up to find her mouth closed in a tight line, an expression of pain etched across her face.
Then her words sink in. Just as I was sinking into her, she started to tell me something. She said, “wait.” Oh fuck...I was so wrapped up in the moment, so eager to penetrate into her warmth, that her words didn’t even register in my brain. Until now.
It takes everything in my power to refrain from pushing back inside. Instead, the tip of my cock remains poised at her entrance.
“Kylah,” I murmur, coaxing her attention back to my face. Her eyes snap to mine, her lips parting in an “O”. “What did you just say?”
She shakes her head, too quickly, her eyes looking away like she’s guilty of something.
“Am I hurting you?”
That’s the last thing I’d ever want to do. I have to admit, I was so undone as I slammed home, and the bit of resistance that I was met with...oh God. Oh shit.
Oh no. Did I? Jesus, Mary and Joseph...did I just deflower her?
I hold myself still, even though my cock twitches for more action. I’m trying to recall if she ever told me about her first time. I’m guessing the reason she never brought it up was because she’d never had one. Until now.
Just to test the waters, I slide back in an inch and she sucks in a deep breath.
I stop my movement. My voice croaks. “Ky? Were you a virgin?”
She nods her head in confirmation.
“Fuck.”
Oh holy shit. How did I not know this? Goddammit, I’m an oblivious idiot. Somehow on a deep, subconscious level, I knew. I just didn’t want to admit it. Being someone’s first has so many ramifications. Consequences I don’t think I’m capable of handling right now. That’s not to say I wouldn’t have gone through with it with her – because I really wanted her - but I would have made a much better effort at getting her comfortable. I would have gone more slowly. We would have talked it over – we would have talked things through.
Instead, I just plowed right on through her hymen.
“Shit, Ky. I’m so sorry.”
I’m about to pull out, eject myself from the game and go take a seat on the bench – to use a basketball metaphor – when she clamps onto my ass cheeks and pulls me forward.
“Oh my God, Van. Don’t you dare. I’m sorry for not telling you, but please don’t stop. I’ve wanted this with you for so long.Please...”
What should I do?
My dick is telling me to get back into the game, and my brain is on the fence. But what she does next breaks my resolve and solidifies my strategy. Kylah tilts her hips so her wet pussy connects with my cock, reminding me how fucking good she feels wrapped around me. How wet and tight she is for me. That her virgin-pussy has only had me inside it.
I stare at her, all the questions written all over my face, as she smiles tentatively and pulls me down with her hand on my neck so her lips can touch mine. We’re fused together, her mouth opening for me in a way her body just did – giving me all of her. I kiss her back, telling her without words how much this means to me. That she trusts me enough to give me this gift means more to me than anything.
I nip at her lips, licking the moisture there. I can still taste her essence on our lips and it’s fucking incredible. “We’re gonna talk about this later,” I warn, as I thrust back inside her. “But right now, I need to fuck you.”
It has been over three months since I’ve had sex, unless you count with my own hand – so Ky’s tight virgin pussy, and the burning ache and need to release, has me losing myself again in seconds. Her sweet little moans don’t hurt, either. If the building was in flames or the sky was falling right now, I don’t think I’d have the wherewithal to leave the nirvana that I’ve found in Kylah’s slick heat.
It’s maddening how good it feels and every time I push back inside, she lets out a sexy little gasp. Her hands have found their way down my back, stroking my skin to my ass and back up again.
