Reaching between her thighs, she grasped Matthew’s swollen penis as gently as she could and raised herself up. Though she whimpered as Matthew’s hand left her breasts, she purred when he whispered, “You want me to hold myself straight for you, right?”
“Yes,” she sighed as she felt his tip against the entrance to her well, “Push hard.”
Matthew obeyed, driving himself as deeply into her as he could as he grasped her hips. Catherine’s cry mingled with Matthew’s as they joined. Matthew’s hands found her breasts again, and Catherine clenched her pussy against Matthew’s penis as he gently kneaded her creamy globes. “Rock with me,” Catherine whispered as she leaned over Matthew, “Stroke me deep inside.”
Matthew whimpered with every gentle thrust as he
rocked beneath Catherine, sliding his hands between her swaying breasts and stockinged thighs. She leaned forward so that she could grind her clitoris against his body while caressing his chest and shoulders, and gasped as Matthew began to thrust harder into her.
Feeling her body begin to tense, Catherine whispered through gritted teeth, “I – I’m so very close.”
Giving a hard thrust before swiveling his hips beneath her, Matthew gasped, “Come soon, please. I can’t take this much longer.”
“Do you want to stop?”
“No! I want,” Matthew started before a cry escaped his lips, “I want to come with you. Please.”
Wanting for Matthew to come with her, Catherine slipped a hand between her thighs. Her fingertips found her slick and swollen clitoris, and she began to circle it beneath her short skirt as she had done every night since she was twelve. The stimulation combined with the sensation of Matthew’s swollen shaft inside her, and her pussy began to clench in a rhythm she could not control.
Heat and delight spread through her body, and she threw her head back. Crying out, “Oh my… oh my god,” Catherine reveled in her orgasm as she felt Matthew erupt with in her. His cry overshadowed her own; he cried her name as he exploded within her.
Panting as her body glowed, she let Matthew gently caress her shoulders and guide her so that her body was draped over his. Slipping her hands into his silky hair, she drank a lazy kiss from his lips as he dragged his short fingernails up and down her spine.
“I love you, Catherine,” Matthew whispered as he caressed the nape of her neck.
“I love you too, Matthew,” Catherine purred as she pressed her lips to his throat. Feeling his pulse beneath her lips, she whispered, “Am I really your first?”
“Yes, you are. And I’m glad I waited for you.”
Holding him close, Catherine closed her eyes as she drifted in time to his pulse against her lips, “Hearing that makes me so very happy. I wanted to be your first, and have you be mine.”
As Matthew stroked her hair, his fingers slipping into her dark curls, he said, “I am definitely yours, my love,” as he pulled his blankets over their bodies.
“Are you sure I should stay,” Catherine asked as she shifted her body to look into his eyes, “What will your parents say?”
Matthew smiled and mussed her hair, “I’ll bet tickets to the next Iron Maiden show that my father will say, ‘It’s about fucking time’.”
“And your mother?”
“She’s insisted on me keeping condoms in my night table since I was thirteen, remember?”
Catherine giggled, “You did mention that.” Snuggling close, Catherine whispered in his ear, “Even if your parents do disapprove, it’d be worth it. Making love to you was incredible.”
Shifting his body so that they could lay in spoons, Matthew cupped Catherine’s breast as he buried his face in her hair, “Why use the past tense? I will want to make love to you again.”
“Really?”
Catherine shivered as she felt Matthew’s moist lips upon the nape of her neck. She shivered again as he flicked his tongue against her earlobe and whispered, “Darling, you’re a goddess in flesh, and I intend to worship you every chance I get.”
Leaving Matthew to sleep, Catherine crept down the stairs the next morning. As she padded into the kitchen, Matthew’s mother offered her a cup of tea.
“Mrs. L——-,” Catherine said, “there’s something I need to tell you.”
Matthew’s mother smiled, “I already know. I’m glad it was you. But what is Matthew going to think when he wakes up alone?”
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