Chapter 4

“I see.” I stood and helped her to her feet. Pulling her sumptuous body against me, letting my cock drool onto her belly, I grasped her chin and pulled her mouth to mine. In a matter of seconds, we had moved from a first, gentle kiss to one that expressed our mutual need. “If you like girls, are you going to let me make love to you, my sweet innocent?” I asked.

“I’ve never wanted a man enough before this. I’ve had some experience with men, enough that I’ve been a little hesitant about letting one go that far.” She lowered her eyes again. “Girlfriends can’t make me pregnant.”

“I can’t either. I also can’t make you sick. If I learn to trust you enough, I may explain that to you, but for now, you’re just going to have to believe.”

Her huntress-like eyes scanned mine for a long time. “You’re not telling me everything, John Smith. But yes, I do believe you. I want you to take me.”

“I will be gentle, my dear. There is no way to avoid some pain, but your pleasure will make you forget it quickly. Now lie down. We must get ready.”

She got on the bed and turned on her back with her knees bent and spread, presenting herself to me to mount. I had other plans for the moment. Lying down next to her, I pulled her to me and began my work on her breasts. They tasted of her citrus body wash, fresh sweat, and hot flesh ready to be enjoyed.

When I grasped her nipple between my lips and pulled, the smell of new feminine moisture stirred my tongue again. Much as I needed my release, I could not deny myself one last taste of her virgin cunt.

This time, she had an idea of what to expect. Her hips began to move almost immediately, and the amazing amount of sweet, flavorful juice she produced added to my euphoria. She squirted only a little. It was just as well. I could not have drunk another drop.

I moved up in the bed and pulled her into my arms. As her strength returned, our impassioned kissing resumed. Her hand moved down to touch my twitching cock. “God, you’re hard,” she said, pulling her lips from mine. “Please, John, put it inside me.”

“Get on top of me and mount me. You can control how much you take and how fast you take it that way.”

Nicole seemed eager to do just that. She squatted over me, a string of her fluids dripping onto my balls as she moved. Grasping my cock in her hand, she aimed me. The first touch of my wet cockhead to her leaking lips brought a gasp of passion from both of us. She held us in that position for a moment and bored into me with her predatory eyes. Then she worked my cock into her opening.

As her lips stretched to admit me, she said, “I’ve wanted this for a long time.”

“Why haven’t you done it?”

“I was afraid of being alone afterward.” She lowered herself slightly. I could feel the head of my cock pressing against her membrane. “This is going to hurt, isn’t it?”