Stacey’s thick thighs grip my hips, a gristly V-shape meeting its equal counterpart in softness.
I’m big-boned and lean, dense with muscle.
Stacey is petite by comparison and her soft, smooth, and youthful flesh is the definite Yin to my Yang, completing us both.
I tell her how soft she is. How much I love her smooth skin, but her own look is one of determination as well as yearning once I feel her starting to slide herself down the length of my arousal.
Our mutual sounds can’t be stopped, and I feel myself gripping her gently not too hard as she makes her first solo voyage onto Ben Island.
She does it though, and I know by sight and feel it’s her own decision to take all of me for her first time.
It’s slow and sensual. Drawn out. Kissing each deeper and more tender than now.
I can feel her tightness flex and quiver over me, some of it’s her finding her way in the art of lovemaking and some of it I know neither of us can control as our bodies grapple between the pleasure of the moment and the need for release.
I’m no Casanova, but for a first timer, Stacey is already teaching me a thing or two as she finds what she likes, and soon enough, both our bodies are working in a rhythm that we both feel.
She shakes her head in disbelief, her tangle of blond hair spilling onto my chest as she picks up her pace, grinding down and twisting herself with each thrust of her ample hips.
“Uh, Ben… Fuck me,” she shouts, all shyness gone once she feels her stiff clit grinding on the base of my cock as she works me from the inside out.
My hands move steadily from her hips to her perfect ass, gripping it tighter and with force, as I reply to her bucking with my own upward thrusts, reaching a place I know she’s never felt before and holding her there for a few moments before we rinse and repeat.
“I’m gonna make you come on my cock,” I warn her, feeling how close she is already and noting the look in her eye as she whimpers.
We both want this to last, but I know she wants to come.
“You can come more than once,” I inform her, letting her off the hook in her own mind, as well as reminding myself of the fact.
“I want you to come inside me, Ben,” she gasps suddenly, gripping her own heels as she leans back, causing a ripple of sheer electricity to move through us both.
Her bucks and my thrusts slow until we’re as deep into one another as we can be.
Her pussy quivering on my cock now instead of my mouth like yesterday.
My own organ flexing and pulsing against her own magic and special place inside her while her stiff little bean is drenching me before we both know it’s pointless to try and stop it.
I grip those childbearing hips again, feeling us both start to climax and I know in a second that Stacey is the mother of my children.
Whether it’s right now or in the next few hours, I will be the one to put my babies inside of her.
I’ve never come so hard or for so long in my whole life, and I know Stacey’s own climax wipes the floor with anything I could give her last night on the kitchen table.
Her flushed sweating face finally falls into mine as I roll over onto my side, still inside her.
Our panting groans and little bursts of disbelieving laughter mixed with our profanity is our new soundtrack, I can tell.
“Holy...fucking...shit,” she gasps, struggling to get a word out with each breath, and I’m not doing any better.
Only beaming as I lay with her in my arms, longing for her to be ready to do all that over again and again.
“I’m so glad we just did that,” she adds, gripping me hard with her hands and kissing me harder still until I have to hold her close again, in a state of near shock myself that anything could feel so good.
So right.
My low groan in reply is all I can manage, running my hand through her hair and kissing her again and again, I finally have her.
“I love you, Stacey,” I tell her. Meaning it. Not just something to say after amazing sex.
Sex I’ve never had in my life so far either, but I figure we can have that conversation another time.
“I love you too, Ben,” she tells me. Our eyes less than an inch from each other and feeling so free and new, I feel like I could tell her anything.
But she goes first.
“I wanted to make love to you before I even knew what it was,” she admits, confessing her earliest high school memory of me.