I’ve added a finger now, and then another, and she’s unraveling into a sheer sensation, all twisting limbs and panting breaths and that delicious dress tangling everywhere around us, and then her first climax rolls through her like a storm, sending her tightening around my fingers and grinding against my face.
I love it.
I’m ready to do it again.
But then Zenny comes down from her peak and reaches for me, and I reluctantly come up from between her legs, torn between kissing her cunt to another climax or crawling into her arms. But it’s worth sacrificing the chance to give her another orgasm to have her hold me, to hold her again, to kiss her and let her lick her own taste off my mouth like some kind of curious kitten.
It also makes me nearly wild with need, and enduring her kissing me like this is something close to madness.
“You’re shaking,” she whispers, pulling away from our kiss to search my face. Her eyes are metallic, her mouth is wet. Jesus Christ.
And I am shaking. I’m shaking because I need to fuck, I’m shaking because the woman I need to fuck is a woman I’m feeling insane things for, I’m shaking because I’m going to fuck a woman I’m in love with for the first time in my life.
I’m shaking because—wait.
Wait.
Am I in love with Zenny?
The idea stuns me even as the truth of it thrums down to my bones, and it floods every part of me as we kiss again, as she wraps her legs around my waist and pulls me close. I love her. I love Zenobia Iverson, and maybe I have since the moment she knocked on my door, asking me to make her doubt. Since our first kiss, even. Or the night at the gala, when I met her as an adult and red silk kissed her skin in all the ways I couldn’t.
“Teach me now,” she breathes, oblivious to the earth-shattering awakening I’m having, oblivious to the real source of my trembling. “Do the thing where you teach me?”
I move my lips away from her mouth and kiss her ear. “Is that how you want to do this?”
“Yes,” she says. “It makes me feel…special. Safe.”
And how can I argue with that?
I yank at my bow tie as I rise up on my knees, unknotting it and shucking my jacket. I’m in the middle of unbuttoning my shirt when she gives a little whine.
“What is it, baby?”
She bites her lip and then says, “We’re going to have lots of sex, right?”
“Lots and lots.”
“Then save all the tenderly undressing parts for later. I want you to fuck me now.” She sounds a little grouchy, and I have to laugh.
“Such a demanding little virgin,” I murmur, leaning down to nip at her jaw. “I thought I was supposed to be the teacher here, hmm?”
“As long as you teach me fast,” she says huffily. And after I untie the dress’s halter at the back of her neck, I rise up to look down at her. Her skirt is a puddle of blue-green around her hips, her thighs are spread revealing a wet and kiss-swollen pussy. The bodice of her dress is now drooping off her chest, revealing her upthrust breasts with their furled, needy tips. A demanding little virgin, indeed, all the traces of nervousness now melted away and leaving only unselfconscious desire in its wake.
I let my hand drift over her tummy and find a place holding her hip still as my other hand goes to my fly. Pinning her like this as I one-handedly get my cock out feels filthy, on just this side of wrong, and judging from the way she squirms and chews on her lip as she stares at my hand working open my pants, she feels the same.
The breath she lets out once it’s free actually eclipses my own, as if she felt the discomfort of my trapped arousal as acutely as I did, and then I take her hand and guide her to me, guide her into handling and stroking me. I grunt with pleasure at her still-uncertain handling of my cock.
“You feel how hard it is, baby?” I ask. “It’s like that for you.”
She makes a low purr of satisfaction, her eyes not on my face but on the crude thickness of my erection in her hand.
“Here,” I say, taking her hand and wrapping it around the head of my cock. “This is where I’ll start. Just with the tip of me. I’ll find where you’re wet and tight, and I’ll begin to push in. It’ll feel big, Zenny, so big at first, like I’ll split you open, and just when you think you can’t do it, I’ll push in a little bit more.” I circle my hand over hers and push it down, just a little, so that she’s gripping me around my shaft just under my tip. “I’ll be stretching you to take me, and I’ll be petting you and rubbing you the entire time so that the stretch feels good, it feels like what you need.”
“And then?” she asks in a whisper, looking up at my face.
I guide her hand all the way down to my root. “And then I’ll be all the way inside you. And it will feel so good, baby, so full, full like you’ve never felt. Then I’ll start to move, start to slide—” I coax her hand into mimicking the motion. “—that’s when I’ll be thrusting. That’s how we’ll fuck.”
“Yes,” she says, looking a little dazed and a lot excited. “That’s how we’ll fuck.”
I lean over to my end table and fish out a condom, handing the packet to her once I have it, patiently waiting as she fumbles to get it open.
“This way,” I say kindly, showing her how to start it with the pinch and the roll, and then letting go and allowing her to roll it all the way on. Seeing her like this, eager and clumsy, is painfully arousing, and I find myself breathing in deep, shaky breaths to keep from tackling her and fucking her bare. I’ve never fucked a woman bare, and it’s never been something that I’ve thought much about before, but God, the image of my naked cock pushing into that sweet, tight cunt…
Fuck. I want it. I want it and I’ll never be able to have it.
“There,” Zenny says, sitting back and admiring my shining, sheathed penis. She looks proud of her handiwork, and it’s really quite charming. She’s sitting in a pool of unbound chiffon, mussed and well-pleasured, and she’s looking at my erection like a term project she’s just gotten a good grade on.
“Such a good student,” I praise. “Such a good girl.”
She looks pleased.
“It’s time, sweetheart. Lay back.”
And she does, spreading her legs without me telling her, and I praise her for that too, for being so smart, for being so perfect. I lean forward and tuck a pillow under her head, and then I give her a quick kiss on the lips. “Watch,” I tell her, and with the pillow behind her head, she can and she does. She watches as I kneel between her legs, as I brace myself over her, my loose bowtie dangling between us. I should tear it off, but both my hands are occupied and I honestly can’t bring myself to care right now.
I’m about to fuck the woman I love, and that’s all I can ever care about.
I take myself in hand and caress her entrance with my cock. The head of me is blunt and fat and wide, and much, much bigger than the tiny seam it’s currently rubbing against, and she stiffens the moment I make contact, the moment she feels for herself exactly how big the cock is that wants inside her pussy.
And so I lean down and croon in her ear about how brave she is to take me, how sexy she is, how good I’ll make her little cunt feel if she’ll let me. And as I say all this, I keep pressing and rubbing and gently pushing until finally, finally, my tip squeezes inside of her.