They spread out the blankets and pillows to make the cold floor more comfortable, and Elsa lowered herself down onto it, reclining onto her back as James kneeled between her legs, one hand languidly stroking his own cock. For a while he just remained there, the hand moving rhythmically as he ran his eyes up and down the length of her body until she felt self-conscious and tried to cross her legs to cover herself up.
“Honey,” he said, laughing as he bent down to kiss her kneecap, “I was just admiring you. You're so beautiful.”
She simply blushed, any reply swiftly driven from her mind as James ran one finger along the slit, the feather-light touch to the clit making her shiver. Grabbing a handful of his hair she braced as he parted the labia and pushed a gentle, probing finger inside. There was something amazing about his fingers – she could spend hours just feeling them on and in her – and sometimes she visited him at the clinic during her lunch break just to feel him slide two in and bring her relief.
He was about to add another finger when she stopped him. “Please. I want to feel it.”
“It may hurt,” he said, brow furrowed in concern even as he lowered himself on top of her.
She felt him rub the cock along her cunt until it was slick and wet, and then he positioned it at her entrance. Even though she braced for pain she barely felt a sting of it; true, he had an impressive size that she sometimes struggled to wrap her mouth around, but as he slid inside her she could only think of how deliciously right it felt. As if he'd always been meant to be there in her, filling and groaning.
She moaned when he hit against a particular spot, the noise so loud that he clapped a hand over her mouth. At first she tried to remove it but as he began to thrust she gave up, holding on best she could to his back and one hand feebly covering his lips as he too began moaning. The first, careful movements were soon turned into a more forceful thrusting, and she clenched and shuddered, legs kicking in the air as she came.
It felt just like she had imagined it to: right.
James came with a bitten-back groan, driving deep one final time before collapsing on top of her. They lay still for a long while, sweaty and dizzy, gasping for air. Then she giggled – a subdued trickle of laughter that increased when he cupped her face and kissed her.
“That good, huh?” he asked, attempting to pull out.
“Stay,” she begged, pulling him back with her legs. “And yes... But I never expected anything else.”
With a mischievous grin, he put one hand between them and rubbed at her clit, his expert hand bringing her over the edge a second time within a few minutes. The orgasm was so powerful that she pushed his cock out, and he lay down on her side, pulling a blanket over them as he cradled her close.
Elsa stayed awake only for a little while longer, thinking over the implications – but where once she had felt the massive sting of guilt and shame, there was nothing of the sort. She smiled, letting out another small laugh.
“What now?” James complained, flicking a finger against her nose.
“I love you, daddy,” she murmured, snuggling up and burying her nose against his chest.
He was quiet for a little while. “Love you, sweetheart.” Then he combed his fingers through her hair, easing out all the knots and tangles until she drifted into a peaceful sleep, dreaming only of his warm embrace holding her forever.
F!LW/James - Sweet Nineteen – 2/2
“Honey,” he said, laughing as he bent down to kiss her kneecap, “I was just admiring you. You're so beautiful.”
She simply blushed, any reply swiftly driven from her mind as James ran one finger along the slit, the feather-light touch to the clit making her shiver. Grabbing a handful of his hair she braced as he parted the labia and pushed a gentle, probing finger inside. There was something amazing about his fingers – she could spend hours just feeling them on and in her – and sometimes she visited him at the clinic during her lunch break just to feel him slide two in and bring her relief.
He was about to add another finger when she stopped him. “Please. I want to feel it.”
“It may hurt,” he said, brow furrowed in concern even as he lowered himself on top of her.
She felt him rub the cock along her cunt until it was slick and wet, and then he positioned it at her entrance. Even though she braced for pain she barely felt a sting of it; true, he had an impressive size that she sometimes struggled to wrap her mouth around, but as he slid inside her she could only think of how deliciously right it felt. As if he'd always been meant to be there in her, filling and groaning.
She moaned when he hit against a particular spot, the noise so loud that he clapped a hand over her mouth. At first she tried to remove it but as he began to thrust she gave up, holding on best she could to his back and one hand feebly covering his lips as he too began moaning. The first, careful movements were soon turned into a more forceful thrusting, and she clenched and shuddered, legs kicking in the air as she came.
It felt just like she had imagined it to: right.
James came with a bitten-back groan, driving deep one final time before collapsing on top of her. They lay still for a long while, sweaty and dizzy, gasping for air. Then she giggled – a subdued trickle of laughter that increased when he cupped her face and kissed her.
“That good, huh?” he asked, attempting to pull out.
“Stay,” she begged, pulling him back with her legs. “And yes... But I never expected anything else.”
With a mischievous grin, he put one hand between them and rubbed at her clit, his expert hand bringing her over the edge a second time within a few minutes. The orgasm was so powerful that she pushed his cock out, and he lay down on her side, pulling a blanket over them as he cradled her close.
Elsa stayed awake only for a little while longer, thinking over the implications – but where once she had felt the massive sting of guilt and shame, there was nothing of the sort. She smiled, letting out another small laugh.
“What now?” James complained, flicking a finger against her nose.
“I love you, daddy,” she murmured, snuggling up and burying her nose against his chest.
He was quiet for a little while. “Love you, sweetheart.” Then he combed his fingers through her hair, easing out all the knots and tangles until she drifted into a peaceful sleep, dreaming only of his warm embrace holding her forever.