“It is. You are it for me,” she moans as I slide into her slowly.
“This might hurt,” I say, struggling to breathe as her pussy grips me harder with every centimeter I move forward.
“Don’t care, Clyde. Take me. Take it; it’s yours,” she says, and I surge forward, past her virginity right on my way to Heaven.
four
Kerry
This must be what Heaven feels like. The thought comes into my mind unbidden. It has to be. I’m swept up in my feelings right now. I promise myself I won’t cry, though I feel like I could. As he starts to move within me, really move that is, I suddenly know why people don’t talk about this out loud all that much. If they did, nothing else would ever get done. At first, I just lay under him, taking what he gives me, but when I start to move, I see flashes of light and color that can’t possibly be there. Every touch is amplified, but it seems like so much more than that. Everything is heightened. I swear all my senses, except taste, are on overdrive. It’s like I can hear the goosebumps popping up on my arms, which should be impossible, right?
“Oh, sweet Jesus,” I cry as he owns me. He’s branding me with each thrust of his cock. It does hurt a little bit, but that doesn’t matter right now. I feel so full. My hands are on his chest. I can feel his heartbeat. It matches my own. Suddenly, he pulls out of me and lifts my legs into the air, closing them. He props both of them up on his left shoulder before slamming back into me. He grips my thighs, using them as leverage as he fucks me. My body feels like I am floating away. This feels nothing like it felt when I touched myself late at night thinking of him. Only him. This feels like so much more. I can feel my orgasm building up inside me. My breath quickens and comes in pants as I move my hips toward him. The sounds of our lovemaking fill the tiny hotel room: Our panting breaths and the sound of our skin touching hits my ears at the same time as the squelching wetness of my pussy as his cock pounds into me over and over. It’s a naughty opus, and he’s the conductor.
“I am going to come if you keep doing that,” he growls. Our eyes meet. I can’t stop. I’m afraid that if I do, I will wake up and find that this is just some crazy good dream I’m having.
“Don’t stop, please don’t stop,” I beg, needing more from him. He thrusts into me harder and harder until I fall. I’ve fallen hard, fast, and even more in love with him.
“Marry me,” he growls, looking down at me. I pause. Did he really just ask me that?
“Yes,” I reply. I don’t think he’s joking, but it’s everything I’ve ever wanted. I want to be his wife and the mother of his children. I was only visiting colleges because I thought that I’d have to watch him marry someone else if I were stuck in Pine Grove. I thought that I’d have to watch them live the life I wanted, and I couldn’t bear that.
“Thank fuck. I love you, Kerry.” I pause again. Tears spring to my eyes and fall down my cheeks hotly. This whole experience has been beautiful and breathtaking.
“I love you too, Clyde,” I scream as I come. Every nerve in my body sizzles with it, and my tears are about to turn into straight-up sobs. I feel that hitch or itch in my throat that always comes before sobbing.
“Don’t cry, baby girl.” He rests his palm on my face, using his thumb to brush those tears away.
“I’m not,” I lie. He doesn’t say anything in response, but he does move his hips harder and faster.
I feel his cock get harder and a little bit bigger as he fills me with his release. He groans my name as he does, but he’s not showing any sign of stopping. For hours, I think it was hours since it’s gotten dark out since we started, but all he’s done is manipulate my body is to positions I didn’t know were possible and give me more pleasure than I deserve. Finally, after another orgasm, he pulls out of me gently. He moves off of me, and I instantly miss his weight, pressing down on me, keeping me safe. He pulls me toward him, and I settle into his chest. He kisses my forehead and wraps one arm around my back.
“We’ll get married right away,” he says, making me smile.
“I’d like that,” I reply sleepily.
“You could be carrying my kid even now,” he says happily.
“I don’t think it works that fast, Clyde,” I reply, giggling.