Chelsea

wondering how Chelsea's doing

Chelseas arms wrapped around him as he began to edge forward in a gentle rocking motion. He decided to withdraw and push back in to this point several times to loosen and lube her up some more. He read pain on her face but heard pleasure in her moans. He continued this way until he was satisfied that she was ready to take the rest of him. She was so incredibly hot and tight around his head that he was amazed that he was able to control himself.

«Im about to go all the way in.» He saw her eyes widen. «Its going to hurt.»

«It already hurts.»

«I haven't even popped your cherry yet, baby. Brace yourself.» He felt her clench around the head of his cock, nearly sending him over the edge. «You have to relax, my love.» He said it again.

As soon as she released her grip he thrust himself forward into her as far as he could go and Chelsea cried out in pain.

«Shh.» he comforted her. «The worst part is over. Focus on what feels good. Okay?» He rocked slowly in and out of her and kissed and licked her breasts now riddled with goose bumps. Tears fell passively down her face and into her hair as she whined and moaned.

When her moans began to out number her whimpers he sped up his pace and began fondling the tender flesh of her pussy. This set her on the course to her orgasmic destination. He could feel her passion rising and saw her body contorting, writhing and grasping at him desperately. He couldn't last much longer.

«Come for me, baby. Come for me. Come for me,» he urged.

«Ahh...» she screamed as she reached her peak and clamped down on him like a vice grip sending him into his own unmerciful orgasm. He rode her bucking and flailing body through their orgasms and collapsed on the bed beside her.

Both panting, drenched in sweet sweat, they lay apart catching their breath and basking in the after glow.

Finally he reached over and wrapped his arm around her. «Are you alright?»

«That hurt so good,» she finally managed to say.

«Happy Birthday.» They both laughed and faded off into a deep sleep.

It was 9 am and she was gone. At first he didn't notice anything different. Then he noticed he was laying in bed naked and the events of the previous evening flooded back into his head. He wanted to see her again. Now. But he knew he should wait.

It was barely noon when Brent couldn't wait any longer. He wanted to make sure she felt alright. Why had she left without saying goodbye or leaving a note?