Page 64 of Soaring Sweethearts

“Then hang on tight because here we go.” Nuzzling between her folds, he found her bud and started sucking and licking in a punishing rhythm that stole her ability to speak. His straining cock couldn’t take much more, and he wanted to take her soaring as fast as he could. He’d eased her into it the first time around, but now he wanted to push the limits of her capacity for bliss and see how far he could take her.

She shuddered and quivered beneath him as he slid in a finger and began to pump, taking her higher still. The noises she made grew louder as he added a second finger, sending shocks of sensation straight to his cock. If she woke half the neighborhood, he didn’t care. They were both too far gone.

He thrust into the sheets as pulsation began to build inside her, and he added a third finger, wanting to stretch her as much a possible before he took her so that he could minimize any pain or discomfort. If anything, she strained all the harder against him as her sweet quim took everything he could give.

Her back arched and the pulsation inside her grew stronger. She was on the brink.

“Touch yourself for me while I get ready.”

She let out a frustrated moan as he pulled away but did as he instructed. God, what a gorgeous sight that was!

But he was too desperate to watch for more than a moment. Climbing across the bed, he reached for the drawer of the bedside table and yanked it open, tearing open the condom package and sliding the sheath onto his cock. In seconds, he climbed on top of her, settling between her legs and pulled her hand away, kissing it and clasping it in his own. “Are you ready?”

She met his gaze, eyes wide and wild, and whispered, “Yes.”

He closed his eyes and notched the tip of his cock against her opening, sliding it in ever so slightly. She wiggled her hips to take in more, but he knew he had to do this slowly. “If this hurts, just tell me, and I’ll pull back.”

“Stop torturing me.” She wrapped her legs around his hips and arched up to take him.

Oh, fuck. She felt so good. There was no more waiting, no more easing in. He sank home, at long last, and it was everything. She was everything. Any lingering doubts about his worthiness or guilt about giving in fled in the face of the absolute rightness of their union.

The look on her face was holy. She was a saint transported by the rapture that he’d given her. This was meant to be all along—inevitable as the stars in the night sky.

They began to move, unable to hold back. He studied her face with wonder and awe, watching how with each thrust her lips parted and her round, glistening eyes widened. Each shuddering breath she took shook his soul, as pleasure shot through him and muddled his mind.

He was no longer in control. What was happening between them was beyond them both, and their slow dance gradually gained speed, despite his best intentions to hold back and be careful. He had to move, and the motion of her hips goaded him to let go. So, he did.

With each thrust, he plunged deeper, and their movement grew fast and frenzied. The heat and pulsation inside her drew him in, inviting the building pressure at the base of his cock to release. He reached down to touch her and push her over the edge because he couldn’t hold back any longer.

A few quick strokes of his finger, and she reached the tipping point, her sweet pussy clenching around him and milking him as he gave in. All the blood drained from his head, and black crept into the edges of his vision as he gave her everything he had.

He didn’t mean to collapse on top of her, but consciousness was too much of a struggle in the moments after. When he came to, blinking and sluggish, she was stroking his back with light fingers and kissing his head.

His head felt heavy as a fishbowl as he raised it, forcing himself to pull out of her and roll onto his back. Guiding her head to rest on his shoulder, he let out a deep sigh of contentment as she snuggled against him, draping a leg across his.

“How was it?” He’d done everything in his power to make this good for her, but he’d lost control for a bit at the end. “Did I hurt you?”

“It was wonderful. All of it. Especially the end.”

Thank God! He didn’t think he could take it if he’d hurt her, however accidentally. There would likely be some blood. After all, it was her first time, but if he’d distracted her enough not to notice, then he’d done his job. “I’m glad it was good for you.”

He never wanted to move again, but he needed to dispose of the condom and get a warm washcloth to help her clean up. Or maybe… “Would you like to take a bath with me? You’re probably going to be sore after what we just did, and it might feel nice.”

“That sounds heavenly. I know I should get home, but perhaps a little bit longer wouldn’t hurt.”

If only she could stay the night, and he could hold her in his arms as he slept! But that would have to wait until they were married. Ernie and the reverend would have his head if he kept her here now.

“I’ll go run us a bath.” Never had he been less eager to leave his bed, but he pulled away and trudged to the bathroom. He turned on the radio he kept on the windowsill, tuning it to jazz. Then he closed the drain and opened the taps before he looked down at his condom. Sure enough, it was streaked with blood. He had hurt her, even if she didn’t notice. At least he’d distracted her enough that she didn’t feel the pain.

Fortunately, it should be easier on her going forward. Precious as this first time had been, he looked forward to being able to let loose with her. Because he intended to do this over and over in as many ways as possible for the rest of their lives.

And propriety be damned. He wanted to marry her as soon as possible. There was no way he was waiting three months to tie the knot. He had a long engagement to Myrtle and look how badly that had gone. Somehow, he had to find a way to convince Reverend Pritchard. And he had to seal the deal for the flight school financing because Constance deserved better than a life of anxious waiting and bracing herself for bad news every time she picked up the phone.

But all of that could wait for the morning. For now, he had a bath to enjoy with the woman he loved. His worries would keep for another day.

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Sated and sore, Constance followed Jack to the bathroom and sank into the waiting tub with delight, letting the soft strains of jazz from the radio waft over her. The hot water stung for a moment as she sat, but she didn’t mind. It was hardly surprising, given the blood on the sheets as she climbed out of bed.