His Vanilla Girl | ✔

Chapter Twelve

Maria was swollen and ready for him. Sylvester hoped that it would help make it less painful for her. He hated the thought of hurting her, so he did a quick small thrust, making it through her first barrier.

She gasped, and he felt her muscles tense around him. "You okay?"

"Yes," she grunted through her teeth. "Don't stop."

With a second thrust of his hips, he was all the way in. "God, you are so wet and tight."

The thought of her being excited because of him made his balls tighten against his body. It's been a while since he's been with a virgin and forgot how wonderfully tight they could be. Slowly, as she adjusted to his shaft, he moved within her.

"Wrap your legs around me, hun."

And so she did, taking him deeper yet. He moaned against her shoulder. At this rate, he wasn't going to last very long. Sylvester looked at his virgin beauty, well, not so virgin now and he grinned. He couldn't believe he was having just regular vanilla sex. It was something he hadn't done in a long time. But joining with her in this way was different, excitingly different.

Her fingers raked down his back as he pulled back and plunged in again. Her body welcomed him more easily this time. She moaned when he filled her again, her eyes closing. He liked this. She was his own special treasure to explore. And explore he did. As he moved back and forth inside her, he propped himself up on his forearms so he could continue to watch her expressions.

She was biting on her bottom lip and that turned him on even more. He leaned down and tugged her lip with his teeth, breaking it free from her own. "Kiss me."

"With pleasure, sir," Maria murmured against his lips.

They moved as one, her hips moving in time with his, friction upon friction. Their tongue joining in on the rhythm of their bodies, as a lustful song filled the air around them.

"Harder, please," she begged, bucking her hips against him.

He was more than happy to oblige and increased his pace as the bed squeaked beneath them. Heat and fire swirled around them, filling his ears with the beat of his heart. Maria's breathing quickened as her muscles contracted around his shaft.

With their lips soon forgotten, Sylvester buried his face against her shoulder, focusing on the pulsating in his cock, getting ready to shoot like the fourth of July. Tighter and tighter she clamped around him, pushing him ever closer to that proverbial climax, one that he hadn't reached this way in a long time. Oh God. He couldn't hold on any longer. Any and all control he'd learned over the years was gone.

"I'm coming," he cried, as his seed shot into the darkness.

Syl...vester," Maria stammered as she cried out. Her muscles clenched him, as she found her own release, making his orgasm ever sweeter.

He pumped into her until all his strength was spent, and he finally collapsed on top of her. For a few minutes all he could hear was their heavy breathing, neither able to find the words to describe what just happened.

Maria was in awe. Sylvester in shock. The last time he'd had vanilla sex that was this intense was back with-

No!

He wasn't going to ruin the moment by thinking about Karen. Maria just gave him a special gift, and she deserved to be his main focus. Rolling off her, he laid beside her on the bed, brushing a strand of hair away from her face. She was positively glowing.

"How are you feeling?"

"Wonderfully sore," she replied with a giggle, stretching out like a kitty. "I didn't know it could be like that. Can we go again?"