Chapter 12

I pushed up against Mike, letting him know I was ready for more. He pulled back out, then pushed into me again, in a long, slow, firm, but still gentle way, rocking in and out of my pussy.

Oh God, this was sensational. The feeling like nothing I had ever experienced before. Every time Mike pulled out, my pussy clenched on him, trying to hold him deep in me, almost begging of its own accord. Then on his in stoke, stretching and expanding to allow him access, welcoming him into me, surrendering to him. My pussy was leading me, the demand of it wanting Mike’s cock taking control of me.

We were in the missionary position, and it seemed right and natural that we were for this my first time. Mike was taking his weight on his arms but still managed to tease my boobs. As my excitement grew, I drew my legs up and back, then wrapped them around him, crossing my ankles on his arse, locking him in me.

That lovely feeling of a growing orgasm started to fill my body with a warm glow. No, a hot fire burning inside me, coming from some deep inner core. My hands had formed into claws as I started to run them down Mike’s back, scratching him, marking him as mine. My possession.

As my orgasm grew to its explosion, I started to fuck Mike hard. I had changed from making love to fucking him. Mike responded instantly, slamming harder and faster into me, not caring about his own pleasure or release.

“FUCK, MIKE, I’M CUMMMING,” I screamed, as my orgasm hit at last. A tsunami, washing over me in torrents, breaking and flooding my body with endorphins of pleasure.

My eyes shot wide in delight as I stared into Mike’s. His face locked rigidly in passion. Then as his eyes started to roll back, I pulled Mike’s head down and bit into his neck.

My orgasm was just subsiding when Mike arched back and shot his cum into me. The first cum ever to enter my pussy. Splashing so deep, coating the back and sides. I’m sure I screamed out at the feeling of it inside me. Hot, wet and sticky.

Oh, God! What a first time making love. Mike was perfect, lying close to me afterwards, cuddling me, gently caressing my body. I was on top of him, our combined juices slowly leaking from me. His cock gradually softened flopping against my leg, all hot and sticky. This had been my first ever time, but I knew one thing, I wanted more.

After taking some time to recover, we changed from making love to fucking. We tried every position either of us could think of. Me on the top facing Mike, then switching so I was facing away from him. We did it doggy, and one last time, missionary, just for the fun of it. Just because we could. Neither of us came every time, but we were both okay with that. We were so connected it was the sheer act of being together, of finally making love. That was enough for us.