Chrissie took my length and girth in one go. She wasn’t messing around now. One tiny hand stroked my meat whilst her head bobbed up and down, fellating me like no other ever did. My body betrayed me as I lifted my hips, stuffing my cock deep into her mouth. Chrissie slapped my thigh. I got the message.
Chrissie sucked me off for, perhaps, five minutes, before I pulled her hair, lifting her off my soaked cock.
“Up here, darling. Move up here,” I said, motioning her to sit on my lap, facing me.
Chrissie smiled. I moved my legs together as Chrissie spread hers.
She sat, facing me ’til we were both comfortable. We looked at each other, our senses heightened and breathing surprisingly relaxed.
We touched each other, exploring each other’s faces, hair, chest and neck. We talked about what we loved in each other, what we meant to each other. I gently played with her nipples, lovingly pulling and twisting them. We were both slow and deliberate. Chrissie playfully pulled my nipples, reciprocating the feelings I had given her. After twenty minutes or so, Chrissie shifted up and grasped my still-hard cock. I could feel her hand on my throbbing member as she coyly placed it at her velvet entrance. Slowly she impaled herself on my love. I loved the little gasp that escaped her mouth.
“Oh, Tom. You are…you are…so..” and her voice drifted off.
I swept her hair away from her face, my fingers playing with her ears. Chrissie was rocking her hips, back and forth, taking me, taking my hardness, the hardness she needed. We played with each other, talking and laughing as we fucked each other, or rather, made love to each other. Our lovemaking was slow and methodical. We knew where we would end, but were in no hurry to get there tonight.
This was a night to connect, to talk, to meld together, to be as one.
Our hands roamed over each other. I stroked Chrissie’s back, my mouth next to her ear, whispering all the things lovers whisper to one another. Every time I looked at Chrissie, it seemed to get harder. Sometimes Chrissie would set the pace, almost reaching that peak where she would cum on my cock, other times, I set the pace, getting close, but we both pulled back from that release.
We kissed wildly, our tongues sharing our fluids, biting and licking each other.
“You are such a little kitten, Chrissie,” I moaned.
“Ohh, Tom. Always! I’ll…I’ll always be your…kitten,” she groaned as her hips quickened their pace.”Always,” she moaned, again, her head thrown back. “You…you…fill me in…in…every way, Tom!” she sighed as she continued to make love to my cock.
My mouth came to Chrissie’s neck and I sucked her, making sure, when I marked her, it wouldn’t be seen. The more I sucked her lower neck, the more Chrissie thrust onto me.
“Harder, Tom…just…just…har-” she almost wailed.
I sucked and bit her neck, pulling her hair and thrusting my cock upwards, burying myself deep inside her. I could tell she was close. I was getting to know her body well, after only two weeks. I scratched her back with one hand, my short nails probably not drawing blood but…I continued to suck her neck, just like a hungry, voracious vampire would. I wouldn’t let go. With the last tug of her hair, Chrissie screamed, covering her mouth as best she could.
I could feel her luscious, thick juices stream from her pussy. She fucked my cock like a woman possessed, thrusting and filling herself. She grabbed my head with both hands and, as she came, her eyes bore into mine, full of lust, desire and love.