The part of my brain that's still functioning worries I'm being rough with her, that I'm going to offend her and I won't just lose tonight but that she'll think I'm brutal or disrespectful and she'll kick me out and never speak to me again.
None of that is what I want and I try to rein myself back in and keep my cool, but then she makes this sound when my hand is still fisted in her hair, before I can loosen my grip, it sounds like purring mixed with growling.
"Oh God, Blake," her voice is so hoarse I can barely understand what she's saying, "I'm so wet for you..."
Whatever cool I thought I was going to keep is forgotten as her ass backs up against me, pressing my dick between her cheeks.
I snake one arm around her waist and test her claim. My fingers slide over the lacy little triangle that barely covers a neatly groomed thatch of fur and dips into the sopping wet material where it's clinging to her perfect little cunt.
My other hand gets a grip on one of her firm little titties, rolling and pinching her nipple between my thumb and my forefinger and loving the way it makes her arch her back and shove her ass even harder against me.
Another moan that starts low and gradually rises in volume till it ends in harsh panting rewards me and she begs for more as we bumble our way into the bedroom in a tangle of of limbs and fumbling to get out of our remaining clothes.
Courtney is definitely not offended. In fact, she's giving as good as she's getting and I'm going to make sure she gets it good.
Her bedroom is darker than the living room. The window faces the same street lamp but the curtains are drawn in here. Only a thin stripe of amber light falls across the middle of the room.
Fortunately, it's easy enough to make out the major features of the room-- namely, the bed.
I push Courtney toward it. She lands face down and ass up and stays there, wiggling that tight butt at me before she turns around and looks back at me with a grin.
My hand lands on one ass cheek with a loud smack and she gasps, then giggles.
This girl is playful and sinful. A perfect combination of angel and devil and it's making me crazy.
I smack her bottom again and flip her over, landing between her thighs before she has a chance to say anything.
The next thing I want her to say is my name. Followed by several "oh my Gods," and I won't mind a few curse words between the "just like thats" and the "I'm going to comes."
Courtney
"Oh God, Blake--" My hands are full of his hair and my thighs are pressed so tightly against the sides of his head, he might not be able to hear anything I say. I can't help saying it anyway, "Oh fuck, yes, Blake..."
I'm vaguely aware that my vocabulary has been reduced to about 4 words. I think they're "Blake," "fuck," "yes," and "God." I keep saying them over and over again in different order even if it doesn't make any sense.
His fingers explore my folds and then dip into my center again and again. His tongue follows the pattern and then begins a new one.
He's good at this. Really good.
Somewhere in what's left of my coherent mind I promise myself to be grateful that I get to marry a man who's not only amazing at eating pussy, but seems to genuinely be enjoying himself while doing it too. Because when a guy isn't good at it, I always convince myself I don't like it that much anyway, but now that I know what it can feel like when it's really good?
No fucking way I'm gonna live without this feeling now!
His fingers probe my depths, sliding into me easily between my own wetness and his saliva. His mouth locks over my clit and he sucks, and I don't even know what else he might be doing because I'm coming hard against his face.
Hard. I'm so busy panting and screaming I've forgotten everything else. Which is unusual for me, it's always been so hard for me to really get lost in the sensation of an orgasm-- sometimes I think I'm doing them wrong.
Maybe I have been. Because this one is definitely living up to the hype.
At least, those are thoughts that start drifting through my head as soon as I stop coming.
I feel Blake's lips against my inner thigh, planting light kisses and then careful nips while I catch my breath.
My legs are like rubber and I can't keep them up anymore, my thighs fall apart, leaving me open lewdly in front of Blake. I think about being self conscious but I don't have the energy.
"You taste amazing." His voice is dark and gruff between kisses. He sounds a little out of breath himself. "I'm going to make you come like that every night."
His tongue flicks out and lightly touches my clit, sending pure electricity shooting through my body that lights my nerves on fire with something dangerously close to pain but also carrying the thrill of new desire.
If I thought I was too wrecked to keep going, my body is telling me otherwise as his tongue carefully caresses my sensitive nub till I'm vibrating with new need.
"You're not done yet," I whisper, wondering how my throat got sore.
I manage to roll out from under him, catching him by surprise.
"I'll never be done with you, Baby," he promises darkly.
"That's not what I meant," I tell him, hoping my voice is just as playful and sexy as his as I push him into the fluffy duvet and straddle his waist.
Now that my eyes have adjusted to the dim light in my bedroom, I can see his features plainly. I take my fingertips and brush the wayward curl off his forehead. Then I trace the line of his nose with my nail, smiling at the way he tries not to smile like it tickles.
He kisses my fingers when they reach his lips.
I still want him inside me. I'm hungry for more and I want to feel him filling me up, but my climax took the edge off. I'm ready to explore his whole body with my hands and my eyes and then my mouth, go slow, and really take time feeling all of him.
Blake's hands rest on my thighs. They're so large that his fingers almost circle my legs completely. His thumbs rest in the hinge of my thighs and his finger tips reach all the way around to the crevice between my ass cheeks.
He holds me firmly, but gently. His eyes are closed and his lips are barely parted with his jaw not quite clenched.
I reposition myself lower over his abdomen, making more room for my hands to move over his chest.
He's in good shape. His pecs are firm and flat and his nipples are small and taut. When I graze them with my fingers, Blake inhales sharply.
When I giggle at his reaction, he smiles, "You like that?" he asks without opening his eyes.
"Mmhmm," I murmur quietly.
Yes. Yes I do like that. I love getting a reaction from him, knowing that he likes where and how I'm touching him.
So I do it again, this time with a little more pressure, and he rewards me with another light gasp, another smile, and a slight tightening of his hands on my thighs.
Then, while I'm admiring the perfectly arranged brickwork of his abs and the way they melt into flat stomach, I move my body even lower and remember that while he took the edge off of me, he didn't quite let me get that far for him.
My ass bumps into the head of his cock and I realize how incredibly patient this man is being.
When I had it in my mouth, I was impressed. It's long and thick and there's no way I can deep throat him entirely.
Feeling that rock hardness jutting up like it's begging for me when I position my pussy just against the underside of his shaft is like rediscovering it.
It's so hard.
My pussy is suddenly drenched again. I can feel myself getting slick with the combination of my own wetness and the bead of precum that I smear down his length as I begin to move along it.
Blake's hands tighten in my thighs, his fingers and thumbs digging into my soft flesh deeply enough that I'll probably have bruises in the morning. I like the idea of wearing his marks that way though and I balance myself over him by gripping his sides with my hands, digging my nails into his flesh, possibly leaving marks of my own.
He doesn't seem to mind.
His hips mov
e under me, matching my movements and teasing me the same way I'm teasing him-- and myself.
This is not dry humping. This is skin on skin and all wet torture.
"Fuck, Courtney," he growls, "you're killin' me here."
"I can stop," I lie.
"Don't you fucking dare," he says through gritted teeth.
There's no way I can take any more of this. It feels so fucking good, but I need him inside me about 15 minutes ago.
Just as I'm about to let the broad tip of his head slide past my entrance, Blake beats me to it. It's so easy for him to lift my ass up just enough that he's able to thrust into my needy hole with ease.
He does his best to give me control of how fast I lower my body back down on his, letting his girth split me open as it fills me completely on my way to meet his thrust.
My nails are embedded in his sides, my breath ragged and harsh. He's big enough that it almost hurts. Almost.
I'll be sore tomorrow, but I'll love every reminder of tonight.
I hear his breathing coarse and labored and the look of pure concentration on his face is sexy as fuck.
As soon as I relax my muscles and adjust to him, we start moving.
Blake
Fuck, she feels good.
I knew I was pushing my luck but if I let her keep teasing me like that, I was going to come like a teenager before I got inside her.
The idea of hosing Courtney's pale skin down with my seed makes me look forward to doing it. But not this time. Some other time. When we've been together long enough that neither of us are desperate to fit our bodies together the way they were meant to be. When I'm done putting babies in Courtney's belly, maybe.
Looking up at her while she rides my cock, I see her perky little breasts bobbing up and down and the smooth skin of her flat stomach stretching down to the mound of her pelvic bone where her body meets mine.
When I lift my head and look down between us I can see my cock sliding in and out of her tight pussy. If the lights were on, I bet I'd be able to see her pussy lips swollen and red from our lovemaking already.
The image in my mind is enough to make me wish I'd found the light switch before we got this far. But there's going to be plenty of opportunities to fuck Courtney with the lights on.
With the lights on. With the lights off. In the middle of the afternoon. In the kitchen, in the shower, on the living room floor.
Courtney's officially my woman now. I'm going to fuck her so good she won't be able to think about anything but the next time she's going to get fucked by me again.
Then I'm going to marry her. I'm gonna get my ring on her finger fast and make it legal before she gets a chance to come to her senses and realize I'm just some average Joe from the sticks and she could have done better if she'd been patient enough to wait for one of these city slicker types.
By the time she wises up, she'll be driving our kids to soccer practice and have another one on the way.
Imagining Courtney's stomach full and round with my child drives me wild. Wild in a way I never expected.
Suddenly, looking up at her now, I see not just the beautiful, naked woman with her back arched and her mouth slack, with beads of sweat breaking out over the soft skin of her chest and stomach. I see the woman who's about to become my wife, the mother of my children.
My whole future, right here with her tight snatch pulsing around my dick, impossibly tight as she comes for me so beautifully I can't help but speed my rhythm.
As Courtney's movements become spastic and her body drops against mine, no longer able to hold herself upright, I hold her ass in my hands and pull her against me so that I'm seated all the way down to the root of my cock as my balls tighten and I begin to pour my seed into her belly.
She keeps moving with me till the end. Moaning and whimpering, begging for my cum and convulsing on my softening cock with aftershocks from her own orgasm long after mine leaves me a useless lump content to hold her against me till the sun breaks through the slit in the curtain early the next morning.
* * *
Waking up to Courtney's tongue curled around my morning wood was every bit as good as sleeping with her naked ass pressed against me all night, and the chance to get a good look at her in the light while we fucked in the shower was definitely worth spending my day smelling like her flowery body wash.
"So I guess your first date went OK then?"
Tim asks with an elbow to my ribs on our plane ride home.
"Yeah, you could say that." I chuckle with my response and don't offer any details.
"Dude," Tim catches on to the fact that he's not going to get the low-down, "I know Court's pretty much family already, man, but you gotta give me something here."
"No, no I don't," I assure him. "Courtney's not just some other girl I started dating, she's the woman I'm going to marry, she's going to be the mother of my kids. I can't talk shit about her like that, man. That's not cool."
Tim twists in his seat to look at Evie in the seat on the other side of him. She's got her ear phones on and has been engrossed in a movie since the flight attendant gave us the go ahead.
"I told you guys everything that happened on my first date with Eve," Tim pines.
To that, I have to outright laugh, "Yeah, I remember that was a 2 hour bitch fest about how fucking hot she was in her mini skirt and all she gave up was a hug at her front door before leaving you on the porch with blue balls."
Tim looks over at his wife again. This time she notices him and she looks back, smiles at him warmly with a cocked eyebrow, waiting to see if he's going to say something to her. He leans over and gives her a soft kiss on the lips and mouths something at her.
I see Evie's smile grow brighter and she mouths "I love you too" back at him before she goes back to watching her movie and Tim returns to begging me for dirt.
"OK, but I told you about the second date-- and the third!"
He cuts me off before I can remind him that the second date was almost as Puritan as the first. Almost-- if I remember right, he got his hand up her skirt under the table at dinner while they were on a double date with her best friend and some random guy.
I nod.
He did keep us informed right up until he got to second base.
"Yeah, we did get the play by play right up to the part where you left the movie early and then, as I recall, you skipped some stuff and went straight to dropping her off at home. Is that how the date went, Tim?"
Tim's giving me a death glare that only makes me laugh harder.
"Dude, you suck." He almost sounds like he means it. "Me and the guys worked our asses off to find you the perfect woman so you can get married and live happily ever after like the rest of us and all the gratitude we get for it is 'She's amazing, guys, thanks.'"
"What did you expect?" I'm still laughing but I'm starting to think he might actually be insulted that I won't spill the details about sex with Courtney.
"I don't know," Tim leans back in his seat and absently reaches for Evie's hand on the armrest between them, "I mean, nah, I don't want to hear all that high school shit. You're right, man, that's not cool. I guess I just wanted to know how things went in a little more detail.
"You know, this was weird. It wasn't like we were just trying to set you up on a date and hope it worked out-- we were interviewing all these women trying to find you a wife. Not a girl who might work out for you in the long run, but like, all the girls we met were already in, all we had to do was figure out who was going to actually work out.
Weird as fuck, dude. Don't ever make me do that again."
"I don't think I'll ever need you to, man," I can't keep the stupid grin off my face, "Courtney's the one. If I'd met her any other way, I'd be just as sure of it."
"Really?" Tim sounds surprised, "Cuz I saw the way you looked at her when she first walked in, I thought for sure you were gonna call bullshit on the arrangement. What the fuck changed your mind?"
I replay the moment from 2 nights ago in my mind and
smile some more.
"She smiled, dude. I mean, yeah, when I saw her I thought you guys were playing a joke on me, right? I thought you knew me better than that...and then she fucking looked up at me like she knew what I was thinking and she smiled anyway.
"Not one of those stupid fake smiles that girls give you when they're not into it, but like a real smile."
Tim nods like he understands but he's looking over at me like I'm talking nonsense.
"Her smile-- I don't know, man-- it was like warm and real and I could see through all that makeup and high heels and all her city, right? She looked at me and suddenly all I saw was the girl next door."
Tim butts his shoulder against mine and grins, "She ain't that city, you know. We know you better than that. I gotta tell ya though, after all the work we put into Larie, just to have her goddamn grandpa put the match on ice..."
"Larry?" I'd forgotten all about the first match. After meeting Courtney, I can't imagine that anyone else would have ever felt right. Let alone someone named "Larry."
"Yeah, but not spelled the same way. She was cool, really cool, and we thought she was perfect for you, even though her grand daddy was kinda a dick. Didn't like the idea of his little princess settling for the likes of you."
I think back on all the people I met when I was getting interviewed by other teams. "Don't ring a bell, you sure I met the guy?"
Tim shrugs, "Maybe not, but we thought it was a done deal so I'd think you'd have met the old man somewhere along the way. Anyway, doesn't matter. When Raven sent us Courtney's profile we thought your fancy pants marriage broker was scamming you.
"Raven was convinced though so we started doing all the follow ups. That Kelly! Now she's city."
"Yeah, she's a real ball-buster, all right. I remember talking to her and thinking I didn't want anything to do with a woman who called that her best friend."
"Kelz is OK," Time says with a laugh, "once you get a few drinks in her."
I side eye my happily married cousin suspiciously.
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